Slack

The Weekend Song is late because my other computer is doing something else this evening. Did you know it takes two computers to put up the Weekend Song?

No, you didn’t.

My music library is on another computer which is bigger than the one I use on the train for writing. Technically, it’s on the older computer, but iTunes is a pain in the arse and I don’t want to move the files across.

If you are like me (and most normal people) then you use about five different computers over the course of a week, so you want your stuff in one, especially the stuff you have paid for and should actually own. Don’t get me started on that, but if you use five computers, the chances are at least one is upgraded every six months to a year.

So I have to be really careful to tell Apple (that’s Apple, who don’t actually make any music) that I no longer want to listen to the songs I own on any computer I don’t want to use anymore because I’m going to listen to my music on another computer instead. If I forget to tell them, then they think I am using too many computers and I can’t get at my songs any more.

I extend a big shiny white middle finger to Apple. Look at that though, it’s beautiful, isn’t it? And when I turn it sideways, it automatically disappears. Amazing. Turn it back up, and the finger is back. It’s like it knows. The design is like an extention of my hand, and it all fits right in my pocket and it completely portable. And when I want to give Apple the finger again, I just get it out and here is it.

And if my right hand is doing something, like buying music which I can only play on one of five machines where I install their fucking software and I’m not allowed to upload to my website even though I own the song, I can use my left hand, and - look – there’s the finger. 

It’s really intuitive.

Jesus, anyway, the weekend song. Technically it will still be a weekend song, but it’ll be Sunday now.

And so as not to be completely negative, two of my favourite bloggers make a triumphant return to the e-fray this week.

Katy Newton’s Everything Is Electric. Again. comes back as does Goin’ To The John by Leemer. They both write like lyrical Adonises and they are hilariously funny and thoughtful.

I enjoy reading their stuff because it reminds me what writing does. Jung Chang, author of Wild Swans, said: “I always wanted to be a writer” and I know exactly what she means.

Then again she also said “Everybody Jung Chang tonight” and that never resonated in the same way.