
Alas the system crash on the monstrosity of the thing i call my computer has only further pushed me into the realms of creativity.
Many files have fallen into that unreachable bastard dimension where all the bits and bytes presumably go when malicious malware and misguided malware protectors fling them with abandon, to set the scene of a feverishly hot day of 'from-scratch' PC repair.
Usually the job is duly volunteered to a number of friends, but i find myself geographically distant from my would-be-rescuers, but thirteen hours of sweat and curses later and the fucker was fixed.
Pride aside, the files that didn't make it back from digital purgatory are not missed, half-finished tracks and scribbled notes and jottings and sketches for film scenes or lyrics and half ideas that i would never come back to.
The best ones are still in my mind.