The Kent M. Beeson of Western Civilization

Music, Too

Another one of my tasks to finish in the next six months or so is to get all my CDs digitized and then sell (or maybe just give away) the hard copies.  Honestly, I never thought it’d come to that.  When digital downloads were first appearing, I sneered, thinking I’d always want the physical copy to have and to hold.  (This is kind of ironic if you consider the history of the CD in relation to vinyl.)  But now — get it the hell out of here.  I don’t want those dusty plastic squares taking up any more of my mental and physical space.

Since I got my new computer, I’ve had more than enough room to just copy everything in one fell swoop, but I have this strange mental block — I can’t let myself copy more than about three albums into iTunes before I turn into Jeffrey Katzenberg and go “STOP! STOP! STOP! STOP!”.  I don’t know what it is, but I have this compulsion to attempt to absorb what I just put on there.  Like I don’t want to feel like a glutton or something.  But that ends now.  Gotta get this crap on there, and I’ll listen to it when I listen to it.  (At the same time, when I’m all done, I don’t think I’ll bother with new music for a good long while.)

So to go along with these ill-informed, drive-by movie “reviews”, I’ll do the same with my music.  It’ll kinda be like Noel Murray’s “Popless” articles, only, you know, not good.