I did something a little bit upsetting this evening: I got rid of all my remaining vinyl.
With all the preparations for moving house I realised that it was not sensible to take a load of old records out of one loft just to have them consigned to a different loft.
I had already let some friends go through them and take what they wanted but was still left with a couple of hundred LPs, and some boxes of singles. I was wondering how to get rid of the rest when I saw a poster in the window of a car at work saying ‘record collections bought’ so I got in touch.
I have just kept one or two for sentimental reasons – basically ones where I know the artists – but the rest have now gone to a good home.
I have not had a turntable hooked up for years and have CD or MP3 replacements for anything I really liked but still… it was sad to say goodbye to them all.
Ouch! Well, it makes sense: we got rid of most of ours a couple of years ago and it hurt, really hurt. But they weren’t being played.
Same here.
The really painful part is that I have started culling the books. I am only getting rid of some that are, frankly, crap – but even that is difficult.