Most of last year was spent listening, scanning, typing, and checking.
A certain monster had gotten hungry again, and there were several boxes of morsels stashed away in the basement.
The morsels were my “secondary CD collection”, and the monster is known as discogs.com. All in all I rummaged through some 300 discs, and I also added several records, tapes and downloadables.
Once more, I got to explore new music by listening to old recordings. Gratis.
We’re in 2017, and I still have little use for streaming services like Deezer, Spotify or Tidal to “suggest” what I might like (or might like to buy) based on listening or browsing habits. I still don’t have to be online to hear music, and I still don’t need to worry about data caps or dropped connections while moving even though most music was listened to in the car, during the daily commute, all nice and cosy, with the CD changer playing a random disc as I try to identify which of the current batch it is, all the while taking notes and trying to associate it with the corresponding jewel case — random, unbiased and as detached as can be. Surprise is the serendipitous byproduct of randomness.