discs

Life I spent the day getting my cds out of storage. Since we moved back a couple of years ago, my shiny discs have been in grocery boxes under my bed. The theory went that when I wanted to listen to something I'd pul the box out and help myself. In reality they became relatively inaccessable, so I felt myself chained to my hard disk if I wanted to listen to music. So I've cleared a bookcase that was filled with VHS tapes and sorted them onto there, soundtracks, compilations, female and male vocalists, groups. Inevitably I've found all kinds of albums I've not listened to in ages or, suspiciously I don't even remember having. It's an impressive sight. So my VHS is now hiding under my bed instead, unwatched and unloved.

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