When it happened, I guess I was in such a state of shock that all I could really do was weep and moan. As a matter of fact, I was told I was curled up in a fetal position mumbling some non-sense. It wasn't the first time it had happened but it was just as painful as the last. Luckily both times, I had a back-up which saved at least 75% of my music, but I had to recoup the rest. So, the rebuilding started on the "Date of Death" which I will refer to from this point on as "DoD".
DoD - 9/8/12 - Saturday/Early Sunday
CRASH!!!!!!!!! I saw it hit the floor. My heart dropped and my buzz faded faster than a black t-shirt from "Bueno, Bonito Y Barato". I swear everything around me stopped. Voices became muffled, time stopped. Total mind chaos was about to happen. The crazy part was that the last time it happened, it dropped on the same exact spot! No fucking joke! I think my mind flashed both Hard Drives in my head just to fuck with me. It was from that point that I couldn't get the image out of my head. I heard myself saying "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit....."
I don't know how fast I moved to pick up the Hard Drive, but it felt slow! I remember picking it up, my eyes glued to it. I think I caressed the fucking thing as I brought it closer to me! I might have chanted a spell as I stroked it in hopes of bringing it back to life. "Por favor, por favor, por favor...."
Connect...no hum, Faint beeping. I put the warm casing to my ear. No vibe, no pulse....just beeping. I keeping plugging and unplugging as if this would create new life. No go. I rub it again, chanting more...still.
I think this is where I curled up....
As a DJ, this is a constant reminder on why the digital era is the gift and the curse! The gift of digital: No more crates to carry! The curse: DoD. I imagine shit like that happening to all DJ's who use digital format. I can only imagine those who don't back their music up on separate drives. Either way though, Loss is Loss, no matter how you put it. It is real hard to handle the loss of something you love. In my case, I lost what I love dearly. And it hurt, Again.
First time, I lost it all. Second time, I lost most of it. Third time I didn't lose as much. Now....I saved most of it. I'm getting better! :)
Time to Recover.
Since it wasn't the first time it happened, I had a strategy in place. So here's the optimism in this blog: Recovery: Rebirth. As mad as I was, and as hard as it was not to re-live the whole thing over and over, I made it a goal to recover my music. The last time I had backed up that Hard Drive was April 1st, 2012. 6 months and a couple of days. A lot of time, a lot of music. Let's get started.
I said it once, I'll say it again. Music is the best therapy. I went through moments in time with every song. Remembering when I got the song, why I picked it, why I played it. Using my browser history as reference to the points of dates. (You see, there is good in not erasing your browser history! :p) Getting mad, getting happy. I furiously started this road to recovery in hopes of getting ALL of my music back. And honestly, it has helped deal with my frustration and anger of losing what I love. I was getting back what I wanted piece by piece. Just that now, I had to re-configure and re-organize. Next: Creating new play lists.
I got most of what I lost. Not all, but most. I still have more to go. And its' going to take awhile. But good thing that I know how to do it. How to recover what I had once lost....
I got to get another Hard Drive. You know....just in case.
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