Finally bit the bullet and unpacked my boxes of CDs.
It's kinda like taking a trip through my entire life up to now. Albums, artists, songs... they all remind me of certain places, people and times.
Especially if I stole...uh, borrowed... the CDs from people.
I'm more than well-aware that it's 2011. No one keeps CDs anymore. Everything's digital. (Yep, and they have internet on computers now!)
Yeah, yeah. My computer's filled with a quadrillion and a half songs, too. It's all a pissing contest, right?
But I refuse to part with my CDs. Even some I don't like and will never ever listen to again. And the ones I should be embarrassed to have mixed in with my good ones.
I keep 'em.
Maybe Maynard would punch me if he knew that my Tool CDs were once on either side of the Spice Girls' first album.
And there's a good chance that all Limp Bizkit albums should've been tossed after grade ten. But then how could I throw 'em on and remember how I used to sing the songs a bit too loud and profess my love for Wes Borland?
Come on now.
This is a CD I made for an ex a loooong time ago. All songs were meant to have some form of "meaning". And sure, they did at the time.
But really, I just made a kick-ass mix CD. Which is the reason I somehow (stealthily) managed to get it back.
Why let a perfectly good playlist go to waste?
Another mixed CD circa Grade 9 or so.
Awful left-handed penmanship.
I'll never throw it out.
There is nothing better than throwing on a really great CD and enjoying it with someone special.
That's why so many memories are associated with the songs.
It's time to make more memories.
So let's make 'em.