Sonicstage Mac Here

But not tonight. Tonight, I have a miracle. Tonight, I have a MiniDisc. Tonight, the future is a tiny, spinning disc in a blue plastic caddie, and I will never let it go.

Sony, in their infinite wisdom, has decided that the Mac is a toy for graphic designers and poets. They have not written a driver, let alone an application. To put music on my MiniDisc, I must run a Windows emulator. sonicstage mac

I lean back in my chair. I put on the earbuds—the cheap, gray ones with the little rubber nubs. I close my eyes. The music is mine. I have bled for it. I have wrestled with the ghost of Uwe and the arrogance of Sony. I have converted, crashed, cursed, and converted again. But not tonight

I sit in the glow of my iMac G4, the one with the floating arm. On my screen is a window. Inside that window is Windows 98. Inside that Windows 98 is SonicStage 1.5. It looks like a CD jewel case from a dentist’s waiting room—all gradients and tiny, threatening icons. Tonight, the future is a tiny, spinning disc

I click OK.

The driver installs.