240 Groovy Greats (or stories and storage)

[cinemagirl]

Dude tried to tell me that we weren't taking the books or the records. Over my jaundiced corpse! If we left the books behind, I know he'd regret it. And while I don't understand why we need two copies of The Best of the Lovin' Spoonful Vol. 1 or even one copy of Holiday Sing Along With Mitch, I couldn't bear a life without all my mom's old country

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[backwards7]

Earlier in the year I won a Steepletone record player in a competition. I don't have much vinyl of my own so I've been dipping into my parent's collection which has been languishing unplayed in the conservatory.

This seems to consist mainly of singles released by bespectacled young men, who played their guitars way up by their chests. The most far-out it gets is a full compliment of Beatles albums. My parents were never serious music lovers; I think my Dad listens more now that he has an Ipod in his car.

My compact discs occupy a huge amount of shelf and cupboard space and have recently begun encroaching on my bedroom floor. It's a problem in the making but I don’t think that I could bear to part with them. I’m not ready to go 100% digital.

[cinemagirl]

I don't think I'll ever be ready to make that leap. Forgive me, but I love things like artwork and liner notes and owning something that takes up physical space--a slot on the shelf, where it will wait until I work up a need to listen to that album. I love things like record shopping, combing the racks and the crates, looking for something I want or something I didn't know I needed.

Then again, this may be why I'm currently buried in a mess of cds and records, and finding it hard to part with any of them--even if they belonged to my Grannie and I've never listened to them.