How to Fix Broken mp3 Tags in Mac OSX

I listen to a lot of K-pop songs on my macbook. One of the biggest annoyances of playing non-English songs on OSX is every mp3 tag gets broken when using iTunes or other music players. 

Why does this happen?

There are couple reasons:

1. id3tag was written in version 1, not version 2

2. On Windows, id3tag is encoded in EUC_KR (in this case, Korean, for other languages refer to this). On OSX, it needs to be written in Unicode.

There are lot of articles on the Internet, but most of the fixes solve the first problem, which can be fixed using the iTunes import converter. The real problem is the second one. There are different ways to fix this but the one I'm about to show is the easiest.  

Things you need

1. id3conversion tool (ID3icov)
Download it right here. If the website is down, download it from here. This nifity software is made by a Berkley student, Feng Zhou. The software is based on Java so you'll need to install JRE if you don't have installed. 

ID3conv does 2 things.
a. Converts mp3 tags into Unicode
b. Upgrades version 1 tags to version 2.

2. A Windows PC
I can see you saying "Why use Windows? Can't I just use Mac OSX since the program is written in Java?" After countless tries on OSX, I've concluded that this software simply refuses to work on OSX. If you don't have a Windows PC use a VM or borrow your friend's PC.

3.Java VM - Java Runtime Environment : JRE

Make sure to install JRE on your windows PC from here.


How to

I'll write this section as beginner friendly as possible. If you have any questions, post it on the comment section below. This whole process was done on Windows 7 SP1 x64. 

  • Step 1: Create a folder named 'convMP3' on C:\ root folder
  • Step 2: Move the need-to-be-converted MP3 files to the 'convMP3' folder
  • Step 3: Move the downloaded 'id3iconv-0.2.1.jar' file to the 'convMP3' folder
  • Step 4: Open the command prompt (Start > Run > type 'cmd' and press Enter)
  • Step 5: Type 'cd c:\ convMP3' on the command window on press Enter. You should be in the folder directory
  • Step 6: Type 'java -jar id3iconv-0.2.1.jar *.mp3 -e EUC_KR (?) and press Enter. If everything was done correctly, you'll see the whole conversion process on the command window.
  • Step 7: After the process is done, close the command window.
  • Step 8: Move the converted mp3 file to OSX and open it up on iTunes. Your tags will show up correctly.

The most beautiful missed connection I've ever read

This was posted on NYC's craigslist few days ago. 

 

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**Grand Central - November 1973 - m4w - 58 (Midtown)**

In the fall of 1973 I was studying as a freshman at NYU, and after failing to make my initial train home to Maine, I was rushing through Grand Central on the evening before Thanksgiving 1973 when I spotted you, emerging from one of the railways, with a look of utter confusion on your face. You had the blondest hair I had ever seen, and a plaid dress. I had never seen a plaid dress before. 


I was, in those days, terribly shy, and if I am honest with myself, I've never shook that stubborn sense of timidity or loneliness in crowds. To this day, trying to explain the uncharacteristic courageousness that seized me in that moment, and inspired me to walk up to you and say "are you lost?" is almost completely beyond me.


You were studying at Olberlin, and on your way to spend Thanksgiving with your aunt in Jersey City. After explaining to you where you could get a bus, I asked, in spite of knowing it would mean sacrificing my last chance to spend the holiday with my family (and likely infuriate my over-protective mother), if you wanted to get a drink and you said yes. 


We walked out into a rainy Manhattan street and ducked into the first (cheap) bar we saw, where I ordered us two bottles of beer. Now in my 50's, when with any luck a man might finally begin to acquire that elusive thing called wisdom, I know that there is nothing more exciting yet rare in life than making a true connection with someone. I have always been too sentimental for my own good, but in all honesty, I have never felt more at ease with anyone than I did laughing and talking to you that dimly lit midtown bar. 


When I confessed that I purposefully missed my train to keep talking to you, you smiled slyly and said "well I guess it's only fair that I miss my bus." With no money for a cab, we walked to my Lower East Side dorm room, which was deserted aside from my German classmate Franklin, who kindly gave us a half-finished bottle of red wine. 


We made love that night, and in the morning coached one another through shaky phone calls to our angry relatives back home. With the November cold turning the night's rain into a dreary wintery mix, we stayed in bed all day, sipping coffee and smoking cigarettes, discussing politics and philosophy. You told me you had never felt "so New York before." 


That evening, you took a bus to Jersey City. A few weeks later I received a letter from California. You sent no return address, and I never saw you again. 


I have been married twice since then - once divorced, and once widowed. I have had a successful career as an English professor, and am a proud father. My life has known its share of triumphs and heartaches, of love and loss. Against my better judgement, I haven't forgotten that day - and, at least once a year, while mowing the lawn, or reading a newspaper, the details come back to me. 


Perhaps, if life's strange circumstances can permit it, we can have a second drink. 

(The original post was deleted, but I managed to copy it before it was gone.)