just getting to disc five of Art Tatum's 7CD complete solo masterpieces --
listen to this one and then try arguing that you recently heard a really
fresh new reharmonization of an old standard -- and it's abundantly clear
that my collecting has exceeded my ability to digest it all. i remember
when i had three, four, five records, and knew every note, every word on
them, played them over and over and over. now, there are probably a dozen
discs at home that have yet to be spun, and who knows how many dozens i've
never listen to thoroughly from start to finish.
so, my question du jour: when did you realize you were addicted? that your
simple desire to keep your ears filled with good music became outpaced by
the desire to collect collect collect? do all collectors of a certain
magnitude harbor a shadow of guilt?
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Date: Wed, 11 Apr 2001 11:48:05 -0700 (PDT)
From: Scott Handley <thesubtlebody@yahoo.com>
Subject: Re: collectors' corner
- --- Martin Wisckol <Martin_Wisckol@link.freedom.com>
wrote:
> so, my question du jour: when did you realize you
> were addicted? that your
> simple desire to keep your ears filled with good
> music became outpaced by
> the desire to collect collect collect? do all
> collectors of a certain
> magnitude harbor a shadow of guilt?
No guilt, no realization; only moments of clarity. I
get these moments when I get things I pretty seriously
dislike or am bored by. The irritation comes from
thinking of all the safe(r) bets (but nonetheless mind
expanding!) that I could have taken. Last night I had
a moment of clarity with a Mille Plateaux compilation.
Bo-ring. Otherwise, well, running out of money does
it to me every time.
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"Electric guitar gets run over by a car on the highway/This is a crime against the state/This is the meaning of life...
Electric guitar is copied, the copy sounds better/Call this law and justice, call this freedom and liberty/I thought I perjure myself, right in front of the jury!"
