Liquidating Your Record Collection Is Harder Than You Would Think
Every time I come home from work, I find myself going to my guest-room closet and staring at crates and crates of compact discs and vinyl I don't know what to do with. Aside from the ones that I hold dear to my musical development or use for my DJ work, I have tons for which I have no sane plan.
Do I keep them to hand over to my kids one day as a dusty relic of Dad's "cooler" years, the way my folks let me take charge of their vinyl collection, or do I haul them to a record store or Half Price for store credit or cash?
When I begin making a pile to banish from life, I end up rediscovering music I forgot I owned. And then the pile dwindles into just my music and nothing changes.
I have even tried to convince myself that I am really just putting music into better hands to enjoy it, and then I get greedy and get worried that I will lose it forever. A two-terabyte hard drive be damned. What if I lose the hard drive? Then what?
Those extra vinyl copies of Sgt. Pepper, Exile On Main Street, The Wall and Tommy? I really only need one apiece, but then I start thinking about how I could give the extras to someone who needs to experience them.
That someone never materializes because I can't -- you guessed it -- let go.
When it comes to the CDs, I think about selling them but then again, where do I profit? Five bucks in my hand for five treasured pieces of plastic? I know I need to make space, but space seems trivial compared to the memories I at least think will go down the second-hand drain.
At least Sean McManus did it his way back in 2007. I have no impending move to look ahead to, so I would probably just cash the check and turn around and buy a motorcycle or a shotgun or something.
Regular trips to thrift stores with cheap CDs from the '90s in great condition only worsens the problem. Being a poor kid during my formative musical years doesn't help either, which means that now that I have money in my pocket I want to make up for lost time.