slim jenkins
El Hombre Invisible
Perhaps it's a mid-life crisis - I want to sell-off most of my music.
I've had the urge over the last few years to reduce my music collection down to the absolutely essential - just that - the very best of all genres. Anyone else get this urge? Am I abnormal?
It's become something of a 'dream', you might say - because I look at all the music gathered on all the albums I have and know damn well that at least half of it is useless to me now and for all time. The desire is to burn the best of all albums and ship them off to secondhand land. God knows I've recycled enough in my time, and confess to gaining some form of pleasure from being able to let go, to give up what others may regard as precious - a feeling of power over 'it' (the art and consumer addiction). Almost, I might say, a power over those unknown persons who either dare not do the same or who will pick up my leftovers. Ha-ha! (laughs in a deranged fashion). I'm performing a service too, of course, for those picking it up cheap, as all us recyclers do - whilst benefitting from what others reject as we continue to buy.
Now I'm thinking of going further than ever before...to test myself by choosing, say, the very best of my Coltrane collection! Or Sun Ra! Shock! And selling the products.
Have you ever thought the same? Do you know anyone who has boiled their collection down to the crucial elements? Or is your collection, like the universe, destined to continually expand with only occasional sell-offs?
I've had the urge over the last few years to reduce my music collection down to the absolutely essential - just that - the very best of all genres. Anyone else get this urge? Am I abnormal?
It's become something of a 'dream', you might say - because I look at all the music gathered on all the albums I have and know damn well that at least half of it is useless to me now and for all time. The desire is to burn the best of all albums and ship them off to secondhand land. God knows I've recycled enough in my time, and confess to gaining some form of pleasure from being able to let go, to give up what others may regard as precious - a feeling of power over 'it' (the art and consumer addiction). Almost, I might say, a power over those unknown persons who either dare not do the same or who will pick up my leftovers. Ha-ha! (laughs in a deranged fashion). I'm performing a service too, of course, for those picking it up cheap, as all us recyclers do - whilst benefitting from what others reject as we continue to buy.
Now I'm thinking of going further than ever before...to test myself by choosing, say, the very best of my Coltrane collection! Or Sun Ra! Shock! And selling the products.
Have you ever thought the same? Do you know anyone who has boiled their collection down to the crucial elements? Or is your collection, like the universe, destined to continually expand with only occasional sell-offs?