Streamlining CDs

So I’m sorting through all my stuff as I’m moving again. I’ve nowhere near as much stuff to throw out as my last move, and nowhere near as much stuff as the time before (blimey, did my ex-girlfriend collect some shit). Only a little streamlining has taken place, such as throwing away worn out socks and pants. Why do I put them back in the draw instead of chucking them out in he first place? No idea. I’ve decided to get rid of my CDs. Well that’s not strictly true. What I mean is that I’ve boxed them up and I’m going to store them in my folks garage. I probably won’t look at them again in years.
I never got into buying vinyl. Cassettes was the first format I bought as they were much cheaper than CDs. Back in the early 90s I CDs cost more than what they do now. But vinyl records did help me get into some good music, I remember the time that I properly had a look through my dads records and put on a Bob Dylan’s Bring In All Back Home. I’d never heard anything like it. The first song Subterranean Homesick Blues just blue me away. It was a watershed moment as from then on listening to Pantera and Megadeath seemed juvenile. When I go to visit them I sometimes put on Bring It All back home as the worn out crackling sound is so different from CD version that I own. But in a good way.

Subterranean Homesick Blues . Bob Dylan from ghibli on Vimeo.

Now days I seldom put on a CD. When I buy one I rip it on to my hard drive and go from there. So I don’t have much point in hoarding around boxes of them., especially when it’s CDs that I’ll probably never play again. Like the couple of jazz albums I own. A few years ago I though that I should try to get in to jazz, so I bought Miles Davis Kind of Blue and John Coltrane’s record Blue Train. Classic must have albums is what I kept reading in various music publications. I played them a couple of times and really tried to like them but just couldn’t. I learnt that I don’t mind jazz for about ten minutes, and I don’t fancy revisiting them ten minutes anytime soon.
Another supposedly classic must have album that I own but have no intention of ever playing again is Captain Beefheart’s Trout Mask Replica. I like some Captain Beefheart stuff, like the early R n’ B and the more commercial sounding records.



So after that I thought I’d venture on to his apparent masterpiece. It doesn’t take long to realise that it’s an out of tune mess of a record with Beefheart spouting random nonsense that some people interoperate as surrealism. I’m sure that nobody actually listens to it.