Mrs Japanese and I are currently in the process of moving out of our tiny, one-bedroomed flat into a much bigger multi-bedroomed house. With that comes the inevitable sorting of junk we have accumulated over the time spent living in our current residence.
Perversley, despite the apparent spacial opportunity for more, it was decided by Mrs Japanese that we owned too many CDs and needed to ship some off to the local Charity Shop. For a someone who has spent the last three months buying second-hand albums from Music Magpie as they make their way through the 1001 Albums book, this wasn’t entirely unexpected. After numerous discussions about the merits of still owning the Klaxons’ debut album, we decided to combine our CD collections and relegate my ‘lesser’ albums to a folder (more about that later). In the meantime, she removed any duplicates from her collection that I already owned and ceremoniously dumped the ones she no longer desired.
So now we have two towers of CDs ranging from Abba to the Zutons. She has agreed to accept my filing strategy of putting solo artists under their surnames, rather than their first names (like she chose to). We have both agreed that when any of our ‘cool, sophisticated friends’ come along and scoff at the Busted album we own, we can blame the other person for buying it (it’s hers). Likewise with the Saturday’s debut album (that one’s mine).
Eventually I want to be able to reincoporate the albums I’ve filed away back onto the shelves. I have thrown away the jewel cases and kept the artwork (and actual CD, obviously). I’ve ordered a set of those slim disc cases, so hopefully they’ll provide an acceptable solution.