I have a confession to make. I occasionally recycle my albums. Not the good recycling, either. The pathetic recycling. The act of playing each and every one of my albums, one after the other, until I’ve gone through them all. So, day after day, week after week, month after month, I will methodically go down the list – almost to the total exclusion of other music - until I have played every last one of them.
Back in college, one friend admitted to doing this, so I confess now, assuming that this won’t make me seem completely ridiculous. Of course, it gets more ridiculous as you get more albums. And at the time, my friend probably had, what, 50? How long did that take? A few weeks? Ha! We are now closing in on 1300, so I’m talking a level of commitment not given to many marriages.
Why, you ask? Well… there are lots of reasons! Some of them rational:
- You get to hear something great that you haven’t heard for a while.
- You give the albums you didn’t care for the first time around another chance.
- You get to artificially fill the gaping void in your life.
By Release Date:
Is everyone still with me
Is everyone still with me?
By When You Bought it: