introducing: the vault
I have more CD's than ninety-nine percent of America but fewer CD's than forty percent of my friends. Those aren't my words; Chuck Klosterman wrote them in Killing Yourself to Live. And I'm not sure I even identify with them. I mean... except for Soo, I suspect I actually do have more CD's than most of my friends.
I've given discs away, but I have never sold any back to any record store. I find it dishonest, in a way, to purge one's collection. Anyone and everyone can sift through the strata of my collection and formulate any hypothesis they wish about my musical development from the fossil record. My standard response will be that Jesus placed those incriminating discs in my library to test the faith of the believers (or non-believers; I'm not really sure how that concept is supposed to work), but we all know that I - like everyone else - used to listen to some seriously uncool music. As I've grown older, I have found this policy has - perhaps unfortunately - influenced my buying habits. I'm less tolerant now than I used to be of the more flash-in-the-pan bands (See: The Fratellis. See also: everything else to which Dabysan listens.) that come down the pike. But I still have plenty of older material that rarely, if ever, finds its way into my rotation. I can hardly be blamed. Hell, there are records I truly love that I forget about if I go a few weeks without listening.
So with that we begin a musical odyssey, of sorts - an exploration of my back catalog; a re-visitation of those discs which haven't been spun in years. Here's how it works: I pick a CD early in the week and give it four or five serious listens. And then I post a completely objective and unbiased review on a day to be determined by whenever I get around to posting my first installment. Hopefully, that will be Thursday. Thursdays are a good day for a regular feature. I think we'll get things started this week with the Replacements' craptacular debut Sorry Ma, Forgot to Take Out the Trash. Like I said, objective and unbiased. Totally.
Comments
I've sold back almost my entire CD collection about 3 times in order to eat.
And there are no suggestions of mine in your collection that approach the unremitting awfulness of that soul-killing Seam record you hocked like so much snake oil. Grossly unlistenable.
Oh and Rembrants....blah, blah blah...
And really I spent two paragraphs baiting Hotrod and one sentence fragment baiting you. You're being a bit over-selective, no?
I look forward to your foray into the dusty stacks and as someone with a substantial CD collection (and being bereft of blog ideas) I think I might have to steal this idea. Immediately.
This week: The Jam's In The City
Ok, I admit it. I bought Let It Be after I first saw that show where the 3 guys & 3 girls are sitting in front of a water fountain. Best.Re-Sell.Ever.
Crunch, you really think you should be busting on someone for music? Really?