This comes from The Music.com-au. I can totally relate with this guy.
It was a week or so ago, while rearranging my CD collection for the 475th time to accommodate the new QOTSA, Shapeshifter, and Mount Kimbie releases, that I found myself wondering why I was wasting another 90 minutes of my life that I wouldn’t be getting back.
Like any self-respecting OCD control freak, my CD racks have to be well maintained. Albums are arranged alphabetically, then chronologically within respective artist discographies, then with similar artists grouped together (BT next to Booka Shade, just a little bit away from James Blake and Katy B, who are close to Tim and Jeff Buckley but nowhere near The Beatles, for example), and finally – if the stars truly align – colour-coded by spine. (The rules for DJ mixes are too complex to detail here, but incorporate elements of the same method/madness.)
It’s an effective system for keeping your collection on its toes, and particularly useful that time I was staring at my racks a couple of weeks after moving to Sydney and noticed a gap in the Js where Jay-Z used to be, and Muse’s Showbiz missing, and Wish You Were Here, and pretty soon the tally had hit double digits while some shonky removalist in Sydney’s west was no doubt blazing up to the strains of their ill-gotten gains.
But when your collection runs into the several thousands (not counting the box full of promos that you’ll digitise one day, or the several hundred gig of external hard drive that you’ve never listened to), shuffling everything along to slot three Fiona Apple albums in at the tail-end of the As becomes a bit of a burden. It was midway through this process that I knew a ruthless cull was in order.