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amazed anyone wouldn't like the Marble Index immediately... i just had
to take back only built 4 cuban linx because i needed to, you know,
eat, but usually i can't bear to delete an mp3. last year when i was
jobless prioor to uni i'd take back old records to Virgin and exchange
them. i used to put little biro marks on the sleeves so i could go
back and see if they'd sold my copies yet. i got the first 3 VU albums
for green day, garbage and the verve. oh, my indie teenhood.
― matthew james, Monday, 26 February 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
Well, 'The Marble Index' is a bit heavy innit, i can understand
someone not getting it in one listen. That shit is cold. Well, I
finally got a storing solution: it's a case as big as a 12-inch with
plastic pages in which you put your cd's with the covers. It can hold
200 cd's!! All my worries are over.
― Omar, Tuesday, 27 February 2001 01:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
one month passes...
I sold some of my collection,gave the rest to charities for the blind
and haven't regretted it (yet) though I know I'll forget many
snapshot moments in my life now I lack the prop of aural stimulus.
― Geordie Racer, Tuesday, 10 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link
This problem recently became relevant to me when we finally got a car
to go in our garage. This of course meant evacuating years of vinyl
archives from said garage, as my good lady made it abundantly clear
that she did not want a garage smelling "like digestive biscuits"
and "you never listen to these old things anyway. Move on!" Fair
comments both. The problem starts, though, when you look for
suitable candidates for evacuation. Any reasonable-minded individual
would have no difficulty; simply do a periodic spring-clean and get
rid of certified duds and fallen favourites. But here's a thumbnail
example of how unreasonable people such as myself go about it.
OK, let's start at the bottom left hand side. Frank Zappa!! You
could junk all of these, couldn't you, Carlin? When's the last time
you sat willingly through all of "The Grand Wazoo"? But hang
on . . . oh, I loved "Weasels" when I was 15, it opened my eyes to so
much else . . . ah, I've never seen that one on CD. If I flog it
now, I'll never find it again . . . some good twin bass counterpoint
on that track . . . oh shit, this one's got Archie Shepp on it . . .
now this one was always a bit of a bummer. But side four, track six
was OK . . . oh I can't remember how this one goes - must remind
myself . . . and so on, and so on. All right then, Neil Young, your
turn! You see the problem. In the end I will of course invent every
conceivable excuse not to sell a wall of slabs of vinyl, 98% of which
I will almost certainly never listen to again. I can't explain it
rationally beyond the fact that I just like to have a lot of records
in the house - I could say that they were there "for reference" but
then that's just a pretence towards a career in music writing which
I'm never sure I really wanted.
My partner, however, is far more astute. She armed me with a
suitcase full of blank TDKs and locked me in the garage for a
fortnight with unambiguous instructions to sort out the crap, tape
what your gut might want to listen to again, and flog the rest and
help pay for this fucking car. Or else! Pal!! What else could I
do? Brute force always triumphs over sweet unreason.
― Marcello Carlin, Saturday, 14 April 2001 00:00 (twenty-three years ago) link