Music is my main vice, I love it to much to quit. Couldn't do it.
Grrr... This is the standard line (or it would be if c.c. had managed to spell "too" right) SHite logic dictates that they spend the most money on buying shit, they spend the most money on gear to hear it on, so of course they "love music" more than anyone...
Of course, they don't give a shit about "music" in reality. They love having piles of Beatle shit. Or Zeppelin shit. Or Steely Dan shit. Piles of it. That is not the same as "loving music"
I love music. I love to hear its evolution over the years. I love the joy of bonding with music I never heard before. I love discussing it. I love its effect on mood. I love how different music suits different circumstances. I love learning about its history. I love playing my bass, no matter how poorly I do it. I have probably heard more music of more variety than 90% of all SHites.
And I've managed to love it that much without buying a piece of "physical product" (yeesh, could there be a less musical name for it?) in 16 years and counting.
These guys are like weirdos who have stacks of old Playboy and Hustler magazines and claim they are proof that they "love women", despite their not having had a date in 30 years.
SHites don't love music. In fact, they are quite vocal about how much they fucking hate music; aren't these the guys who say everything after 1980 sucks and music wasn't invented before 1962? SHites love obsessive collecting, which means spending good, real money on shit they never even fucking play.
I dunno if I am going to be able to handle hanging out at Stereo Central. Every thing a SHite says sends me into tirades about nothing, which makes me just as bad as they are on one level. Sigh, I need some music to pick me up. Back to rutracker.org
"Would you like to see pictures of me before I got like this?" --Mean Mr. Mayo/jeatleboe
And this month, I took about 40 LPs to a used record shop [...blah, blah, Dylan, Petty, replaced on CD, blah blah...] and got $162 for them. So in buying/selling music this year, I'm ahead of the game.
He sells 40 records for $162 and he's "ahead of the game". He doesn't mention that those 40 records originally cost him somewhere in the neighborhood of $600.
Once, decades after I sold my last vinyl rekkid, I thought about the money I had wasted as a teenager buying them. If I had taken that $3000 I had blown in re-purposed lunch money and Xmas/birthday funds and whatever I could make shoveling snow, and had simply bought $3000 worth of shares in Apple (the electronics company, not the failed vanity label) instead, I would have precisely $997,500 now. That doesn't include the additional $20K or so I blew after turning 18... It's hard to be more behind "the game" than that.
My favorite of the SHites' justifications is "THE THRILL OF THE HUNT." How comically pathetic that they proudly admit that their lives are so pitiful that they get their thrills by searching for grubby old paper and plastic and ... purchasing it.
I have bought many CDs and will buy many more, but I don't consider ANY of them to be investments.
Oh, and loving music and collecting it are two different pleasures for me. I collect shit by artists that I will enjoy listening to, but if it was just about the music, I'd go digital. But I want to collect something. Might as well be CDs. Just as fun and useless as anything else.
Ask any musician/band about STeVE. Many of them would answer: Who the hell are them?
Post by Urethra Franklin on Oct 29, 2017 0:20:05 GMT
Why sacrifice a normal, healthy lifestyle for shelves of CDs and records? Some SHites are LP and CD hoarders not far of what you would see on those hoarder reality TV shows. There is a fine line between being OCD and being a total screwball. I suspect many SHites made that transition years ago.
My personal epiphany was in the late 1990s, when I found myself at a vast record fair in Hamburg. There were endless aisles, rows upon rows of old records, CDs, etc. Suddenly it hit me: whatever it is—however "special" and coveted you thought it was, it is still deservedly going to end up in a dirt pile in places like this. Places like this, full of dirt pile people clawing their way through all this dirt pile crap. I remember seeing this old toothless speedfreak, frantically pawing through grubby boxes of 7" singles, like an animal, yelling to everyone within earshot that he could just sense that a rare Sex Pistols picture sleeve was somewhere here—and it was "going to be mine, all mine!!"....
THAT was the moment when I asked myself what the fuck *I* was doing there. It dawned on me how fucking stupid and misguided this all was. What did any of this actually have to do with music? Fuck all. And it was also the very moment at which I suddenly and definitively ceased fetishizing so-called "physical product."
The less "physical product" I have in my life, the better.
I personally have a difficult time truly enjoying music in the same way on the steaming services. It just feels so temporary or restricted. Plus, there is so much music at your disposal it feels too surreal.
No burn, no download. I buy CDs /Vinyl.
I don't even feel the same when I burn a CD, something's missing for me as opposed the original CD, album or even tape...
No way I'd rent music. Physical media is the best way to listen. Period.
Last Edit: Oct 29, 2017 15:14:59 GMT by jeatletoes
Was wondering if anyone uses an air purifier to help with the smell of LP's in a small room. With over 4,000 here in my small computer room the smell, while not terrible, is not great. Plus, I am wondering if the smell is contributing to a 24/7 headache I have had now for almost 5 years....thanks!
I've never noticed it on CDs. I'll have to sniff my older discs.
Ventilation is what you need. Maybe just move the air with some fans. Your album collection is like a compost heap.
Needless to say, that thread is a confirmation of my prior post. These are hoarding pigs living in their own filth (and the inherited filth of their fellow collectors who were the previous owners of those precious Dan Fogelberg first pressings). By their own admission, they live in cramped rooms full of rotting cardboard, mold, and accumulated record collector cooties. Let there be no confusion on this point: they have devoted their lives and considerable finances to the acquisition of rotten cardboard and mold. And that's the fact, Jack.