Dear Johnny Appleseed,
I have a confession, yes I confess that I don't buy CDs. Why, because there is no reason. I own over 8500 of them and they sit in their pristine plastic cases gathering dust as I ignore them day in and day out. It's like that old dog on the porch, he was the cutest puppy ever, now he's a nuisance. A giant space filler and a constant ankle twisting hazard. You remember his golden years, the love and emotion you felt the first time he chased a ball, licked your face or when he slept by your side. Now you just want him to go to sleep...forever. My CDs elicit the same feeling. I remember where I bought ever single one of them. The feeling I got when I peeled back that security tape and the first moment when I heard the riff, the drum beat or the vocal melody. Now I want them gone, away from from me, I just want them on my external hard drive. Each time I move, I want to leave them all behind, but for whatever reason I can't. I still hold on to them and pray that one morning when I wake up, my tiny little house elf will have ripped all of my CDs and they are safely placed on eBay as a "Mystery collection of over 7500 CDs," I would keep 1000 of my favorites. Unlike that dog, I would keep a portion. What would I keep and why? That is the reason for my blog. I'll spend time going through these gems, hoping that you find the same love that I have in each of them. My other hope is that you run out to your local record store, no not Best Buy, Circuit City, Wal-Mart or Fry's. I want you to go to Rasputin's, Ameoba, Music Millenium, R5 Records, Twist and Shout, Streetlight Records, Electric Fetus, or any other local retailer. I honestly don't care if you have to spend an extra $5, these records are worth it. I promise. You may already have them, you may not, at least I cared enough to publish my list.
Coming this week: The One that Got me Laid
Sincerely
Morisson
