11/10/2005: "it's no game (part 1)"
I just packed up my entire record collection in preparation for moving to a newer, smaller Rubik's Cube of an apartment. I still haven't cottoned on completely to that mp3 train, so I have a lot of stuff that exists in atoms and not in bits. Packing up your entire record collection into neat, compartmentalized little boxes is beyond tough; it makes you feel like a fool at best, and it's agonizing at its worst. When did I ever have $40 to blow on a Japanese import? How did I end up with three copies of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars? Why do I have the Diana Ross Christmas record? Was I really as big of a Stereolab fan as this rickety, towering pile of colorful-yet-cracked jewel cases suggests? (And why oh why was the Aluminum Tunes packaging so awful, and why can't I find Disc 2?) Do I really like The Fall as much as this even bigger rickety, towering pile suggests? Why did I ever invest in David Bowie's mid-to-late '80s output? "Tin Machine"?! What in God's name was I thinking? Two copies of Strangeways, Here We Come? Was I ever that depressed? Karlheinz Stockhausen cassette tapes, bought because I once thought they'd be funny to play backwards? The Biggie 'Hypnotize' cassingle? Techno mixes with the track listings mixed up?