I’ve lost count of how many records and CDs I have. Is it 15,000? Maybe it’s 20,000. And whenever I get any new piece of vinyl or CD, I refuse to throw it out. I feel I need to keep everything–you know, just in case.
I’m a music hoarder. I admit it.
This, of course, comes with its downsides. A basement jammed with records. An office closet overflowing with CDs. A pile of CDs on the floor that never seems to get filed and instead only grows larger with each passing week. And an angry wife.
“Why don’t you get rid of this stuff?,” she says. “You’re never going to listen to most of it ever again. It’s just taking up space!”
She’s right, of course, but my music collection has become so much a part of my identity over the last four decades that selling it off would be like going all James Franco on my arm. Can’t do it. Can’t, can’t, can’t.
But maybe this is a psychological barrier that can be overcome. From Salon:
In March, Cuepoint ran an interesting article called “Selling Your Records Will Ruin Your Life.” The title was somewhat misleading, because the essay delved into the psychology of collecting, and didn’t shy away from talking about the positive aspects of purging purchased music. “Part of collecting is knowing when to let go,” wrote the article’s author, Bethlehem Shoals. “If you’re not willing to admit that something just doesn’t move you, or that dollar value sometimes takes precedence over the inherent value of good music, you’re a hoarder. Curation is an over-used word, but if you don’t curate your collection, you’re little more than a hoarder.”
Keep reading, hoarders.