I love collecting things. I have a knack for it: comics, t-shirts, books and yarn just seem to accumulate around me. It's a gift (or a curse, depending on your perspective). And that's not even counting the seemingly endless digital copies of things I've acquired due to the wonders of technology.
While some of my collections have come and gone (I still don't quite understand what the point of Pogs was, and precious few Beanie Babies have survived subsequent purges), a few have been steadfast companions. One of the oldest (and by far least organized) is my music collection.
Over the years I've collected music from countless sources: recommended lists, television soundtracks, random mixes, suggestions from friends, and free downloads were all my domain. I collected indiscriminately, first in cassettes, then CDs, and now in the form of MP3s. Over the years my collection has evolved to be mostly digital -- and it's still a mess.
Whoever said that digital copies would cut down on clutter should have a chat with me. My music collection is baffling and somewhat frightening. I have no idea where a large chunk of my music came from, or what possessed me to add it to my listening rotation. Some are dubiously titled. A lot are damaged from the time I tried to save my collection from a dying laptop, and was only semi-successful.
And because of streaming music, I've neglected it for some time. It's easy, it's fun, and it's exposed me to tons of music I otherwise would never had heard. I've discovered new artists I love and can finally understand a lot of pop culture references that were baffling me (there are downsides to not listening to the radio for years on end). The only downside to this brave new musical world? My own music collection has been cruelly neglected.
My iTunes has grown dusty and decrepit from lack of use. If digital music could grow moldy, my collection would a science experiment. But no more; I'm going to tackle it head-on. I will listen to every track in my collection, and record the experience for your edification.
My iTunes has grown dusty and decrepit from lack of use. If digital music could grow moldy, my collection would a science experiment. But no more; I'm going to tackle it head-on. I will listen to every track in my collection, and record the experience for your edification.
The good, the bad, the one-hit wonders I still adore and the 'classic hits' I can't help but loathe -- all will be confessed to. I'll keep the ones I genuinely like, and let the rest go. No matter how bad, shameful, or straight-up weird the songs may be.
So gird your loins, kids: this could get ugly.
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