Saturday - September 18, 2004
Somebody gimme a box!
The grand CD moveout has begun. Joel took away
Alternative (Pet Shop Boys), Little Earthquakes, a couple of early Kate Bush
albums. I'm digitizing the music I want to keep. Later on, I'm transferring what
I don't listen to that often to DVD. This way I get more space, and less dust.
And other people get CDs free!
I've rummaged in the utility room for a big box to haul away the CDs in and came up with zilch, nothing, nada.
It's just depressing to realize how much music has left me. There are a couple in ex-ile (practically irretrievable, as I don't want to have anything to do with that ex again), but so many more have been misplaced out of sheer carelessness. I've lost 2 St. Germain albums (Boulevard and Tourist), Roni Size and Reprazent, Karen Ramirez, Skunkhour... Thank heavens for Limewire.
It's been a treat, though, to revisit my life's soundscape. My first CD purchases were Doppelganger, by Curve (this one's in Cavite together with my early 90s CDs), and U2's War (and I don't know where that's at). I've always been a rock chick at heart - there must be a groupie gene floating in my chromosome soup - but that hasn't meant being deaf to funk and bleep and the occasional AAD oboe.
The Walkman and its descendants were responsible for music-as-insulation: your own soul-saving bubble in the madding crowd. My first Walkman was a heavy black monster (as all these gadgets were in their infancy) and it never left my bag. I graduated to a smaller Walkman, and then to a Discman. It surprises me to think, now, that my getting a car six years ago actually impoverished my listening.
I've rummaged in the utility room for a big box to haul away the CDs in and came up with zilch, nothing, nada.
It's just depressing to realize how much music has left me. There are a couple in ex-ile (practically irretrievable, as I don't want to have anything to do with that ex again), but so many more have been misplaced out of sheer carelessness. I've lost 2 St. Germain albums (Boulevard and Tourist), Roni Size and Reprazent, Karen Ramirez, Skunkhour... Thank heavens for Limewire.
It's been a treat, though, to revisit my life's soundscape. My first CD purchases were Doppelganger, by Curve (this one's in Cavite together with my early 90s CDs), and U2's War (and I don't know where that's at). I've always been a rock chick at heart - there must be a groupie gene floating in my chromosome soup - but that hasn't meant being deaf to funk and bleep and the occasional AAD oboe.
The Walkman and its descendants were responsible for music-as-insulation: your own soul-saving bubble in the madding crowd. My first Walkman was a heavy black monster (as all these gadgets were in their infancy) and it never left my bag. I graduated to a smaller Walkman, and then to a Discman. It surprises me to think, now, that my getting a car six years ago actually impoverished my listening.