Until next week, when I have to do it all over again.
The year is 2003. The world is silver and translucent blue. I am seventeen, and I have made a terrible mistake.
Then, I drag that file into the Windows window. The emulator shudders. The fans on my iMac spin up. The cursor becomes a spinning hourglass that is somehow even more anxious than the Mac’s beach ball. SonicStage detects the file. It does not like it. SonicStage wants WAV. SonicStage wants ATRAC. It wants blood. sonicstage mac
On a PC, SonicStage is merely bad. It is bloated, slow, and prone to crashing, but it works. On a Mac, in 2003, it does not exist.
I click OK.
I close it. I unplug the MiniDisc. I plug it back in. I restart the emulator. I restart the Mac. I go downstairs and get a glass of water. I come back. The music is still there. No. It’s not. The disc is empty. The green checkmark was a lie. Uwe has failed me.
The problem is the software.
SonicStage sees the walkman. A green checkmark appears next to “MD Walkman (R):” I hold my breath. I drag the twelve songs into the “Transfer” pane. I click the red button labeled “Check Out.”