It is past midnight. Earlier I posted a (bad) collage of my CDs. I was busy from 4.30pm until 9.30 pm (with one hour for dinner and phone calls with friends.) 5 hours.
First, I took every CD out of the shelves and put them in stacks. They are filed in alphabetical order. I was surprised to see that there was a lot out of order. I can’t remember if I started sometime months ago and gave up or what happened. Anyway, I had 26 stacks. Some very large ones and some not so large. My hallway was filled with music, but I had to leave some space for my roommates (husband and three kids) to move from here to there. Once everything was stacked against the walls, I began to fill my shelves again. Every CD I own was touched today. I looked at covers and tracklists… It was a calming and relaxing exercise. Soothing. I remembered most albums, but I admit, I also have some that I can’t recall buying or where I can’t remember the music or style of the band. It was a trip down memory lane for sure.
My daughters were fascinated too. They browsed my (our collection) and asked questions. It was a nice bonding moment. My youngest (9) is very interested and she randomly picked albums to ask about them. I could have answered with nonsense; she would have never known, right? But I didn’t. She asked if I was friends with many musicians, and I replied, “a few.” The look on her face was priceless.
I enjoyed this monotonous labour. It kept me from thinking about anything else.
My collection counts 1358 albums right now. 6 different languages (English, French, German, Luxembourgish, Italian, Icelandic) and lots of signed and limited editions. But, truth be told, this entire collection is not worth a lot of money. It means a lot to me, but I can not make a profit from it.
So much space taken up with emotions. And no one knows.
I am anxious these days; it isn’t a nice feeling, this helped.