I started collecting CDs in 1990: Christmas, 1990, to be precise, when my parents gave me a Hi Fi with CD player, and a copy of Iron Maiden’s No Prayer for the Dying and Jean Michel Jarre’s Waiting for Cousteau. I may hang on to those, but I’m now pretty intent on ripping and selling every other CD I’ve ever bought, be it album, single, soundtrack, magazine cover disc … you name it, it’s going. I just can’t justify the space they take up. I haven’t bought anything more than a CD or two a year for the last few years, and I definitely haven’t played a CD for just as long a time: there’s a Mac mini plugged into both the TV and the surround system for playing music via iTunes, I have an iPod for listening to music outside the house, why do I need to keep all these CDs again?
I have the odd gem which I may find it hard to part with (for example, a Tupelo pressing of Nirvana’s Bleach, a gold [coloured, sadly] disc version of the GoldenEye soundtrack, and so on), but I’ll take those on when I get there.
Onward, iTunes; onward, jiffy bags; onward, sense of preservation in the face of probable blatant copyright infringement! Undisc!