He told me his dreams, I counted the sparrows…

So I received an iPod for Christmas. I sort of knew I was getting one. To make a long story short, my mother-in-law isn’t the best at keeping secrets; she actually asked what color of iPod I prefer maybe a week or so before Christmas day. While many people (or the one person) reading this might scoff at my being one of the last people on the planet to own an iPod, it doesn’t take away from the fact that I’m pretty stoked to finally have one.

I’ll be honest here: I’ve always wanted one of the iPod’s that has, like, gazillions of gigabytes worth of storage, but I’m rather content with the 8GB I’m working with. I’m currently rolling with a little over fifty albums which are only taking up about 30% of the available space. As previously stated, I really wanted an iPod with, say, 120GB or so of storage capacity. See, I have sooooo many CD’s and a whole bunch of vinly that I wanted to convert to MP3 format and throw onto an iPod, if not for my personal enjoyment, then for archival purposes. I’ve spent the last few nights, just before bedtime, going through boxes of CD’s…I’m talking BOXES. I never realized how many CD’s I actually have. Combine those with Sally’s CD’s and I’m pretty sure we are well over 1,000…maybe pushing 1,500 or so. Granted, a lot of them are CD’s that people have burnt for us and such, but still: Stacks and stacks of (in)destructible plastic.

I now realize how much money and time I’ve wasted on music that I never really cared for. At the same time, I also realize how fortunate I am to have such a huge variety of music to listen to. Now comes the daunting task of determining what albums will be lucky enough to make it onto the iPod. Maybe I should just go through every CD and pick 2-4 songs that I really like. Hmmm…

Not only has this entire experience, up to this point, helped me realize the abundance of recorded music I own, it’s also made me realize how much I used to (and sort of still do)  love Satan-worshiping metal bands.