Monday, September 27, 2010

re: useless cds



IN WHICH I RESPOND AND EXPOUND UPON WOODY'S USELESS CD POSTS AT 3 AM ON A SUNDAY.

Ahem.

I got rid of most of my CDs a few years back. When I moved to New York, having all my CDs seemed really important, and I bought a really nice Crate and Barrel CD rack on craigslist for them a few months after I got here. It used to be you could walk into somebody's room and get a nice idea of what they were about by looking at their CD collection, and I felt it really important for people to know I was the kind of dude who owned the screwed and chopped "Just Tryin To Live" and the Mono Puff CD, as well as some random Rap-A-Lot tapes. (It wasn't.)

That heavy-ass metal rack is long gone and now my CDs, beloved and otherwise, are either in a box in my dad's basement or in a pile under my bed gathering dust. That's not to say I haven't added to that pile. I still have trouble throwing away CDs (whatup copy #3 of the "Big Bills" CDS!), and it took a long time to kick the habit of buying albums I always thought I should own on CD when they are $5 or less (whatup copy of the first Dogg Pound CD that's been on my desk for at least a year!). And for a while, I was still actually buying CDs. Like, on purpose, for posterity. Like "I think this dude deserves my money." So I have actual copies of, like, Turf Talk's "The West Coast Vaccine," one of the finest (and last) hyphy records (I think?).

The one thing I miss about CDs is mix CDs. Especially the "here's the last 18 things I downloaded" mixes that are totally random. They're like soil core samples of whatever you were listening to at that exact moment. People with cars (unlike me) still do this, but it's a cool way I managed to document what I was into for the first five or so years of the decade, pre-ipod but post-mp3 boom.

Yeah that's how I feel about CDs.