Quote from: Bloated Slutbag on September 08, 2021, 07:20:05 PM
The most interesting thing for me in this thread is the degree to which the past tense dominates. Like every single poster is "moving on". Which is simply not how I feel (or have ever felt).
I will say. I tend to get very excited about particular artists. And then just try to get everything I can from said artists. Because I'd like nothing more than-
Quote from: cr on September 05, 2021, 11:07:50 PMto listen to them, whenever I have the feel that I want to
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When I think about it, yes, I've got shitloads of shit. But so what. I just infinitely enjoy getting to know this or that artist over (usually) a course of several years. For better or for worse. I'm not in any hurry.
I do listen probably as much as it is possible to listen. Morning might be checking masters, deciding releases etc. All day at work goes with cd/tape/LP's. Yet despite that, I tend to listen 1-3 albums still at the evening.
For big part, I am GLAD I did not get rid of stuff I thought were not very good, lets say back in 2000, 2010, 2015 even! Returning to some of the stuff clearly displays how they aged very well and are now better than ever.
It is due running label/shop/mailorder, that there is neverending stream of incoming stuff, but besides that, I do even buy things what I don't otherwise get. Only thing what is unavoidable obstacle, is that whatever is the size of shelves, rooms, house, storage... it eventually is filled. Nevertheless, I find myself often thinking where the hell are all my Crawl Unit stuff? Why I only have handful of Hands To? How come I ever thought one would not need all the 90's Merzbow CD albums?! I feel absolutely zero desire to get rid of stuff, for any other reason than fill the 5mm void it makes, with new - hopefully even better item.
I do see a lot of people "growing up" so to say. What growing up to me means, was mostly kicking TV out of living room. That seems kids stuff. I prefer listening noise records, like grownups. Not hiding in sad mancave, or feeling bad about cluttering house with obscenities, hah...