Small Time Tragedy

I have…an extremely *extensive* music collection. It’s beautiful. I love it.

(I read a quote the other day that “Art is how we decorate space. Music is how we decorate time.” I really like it. I’m not sure where it comes from, but I think it’s a really cool idea.)

My collection is definitely large enough that it is both unwieldy and an incredible mess. I misplace things…far too often. It’s kind of funny, and a little bit sad.


Today, I realized that what I’ve been craving is just…old music. Not like, “oldies”. But, *old* music. So I went looking.

Only to find that my *entire collection* of medieval music is corrupted.

All of it.

I’m enough of an esoteric weirdo that that’s actually a sizeable thing.

But…it’s not particularly easy to find, nor do I expect it will be easy to replace…

I lost my reasonably traditional stuff

My crazy new-age neo-medieval stuff

I lost *all* of my fucking puirt à beul (which means “mouth music. It’s all about the sound of thewords. It’s freaking *awesome*. You can kind of tell that it’s workers music? Like, I always to sing this stuff when I’m out working in fields/vineyards/echo-y places. Or anywhere else, actually. It’s really amazing with other people though. Singing puirt à beul as a round is…just an incredibly fulfilling experience.)

UGH. I am *never* gonna find that stuff again.

Though I am terribly lucky to have some truly amazing friends, one of whom in particular will most likely be able to aid me on my quest.


You’re my only hope!

(Or anyone from the internet. I love you all.)


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