When I was much younger and living at home, my sisters and I would play my parents’ records when they would be gone all day. We couldn’t play all of them; after all, Dad still had some 78s and no one wanted to listen to Connie Francis that much. But the other stuff, mainly Mom’s, was pure gold. She had 4 or 5 handled-boxes that probably each held at least 50 of the smaller 45s.
My sisters and I had so much fun listening to them, the music of the mid- to late-60s. It was those 45s and then also the LPs that we learned about The Beach Boys, Jan & Dean, The Ventures, and of course the novelty song, such as Purple People Eater.
Those same album collections also held country jewels, like the Statler Brothers. It’s been a number of years, but I can still sing the chorus to Counting Flowers on the Wall.
It’s different now. Sure, my sister has Mom and Dad’s stacks of wax, but my husband is building his own private music collection. I’ve copies hundreds of CDs to an external hard drive, just so he can put them on his MP3 player and listen to them when he wants. I can see a shelf where he has several tall stacks of more CDs for me to copy. It looks like another 100, at least. And in those piles are Christmas albums, The Byrds Classics (I can actually see that title) and numerous movie soundtracks. I don’t need to see the titles, I just know they are there because that is some of his favorite music.
What is he collecting all this music for?
I joke with him about his obsession with Christmas music. I have told him on several occasions that he could start his own internet radio station, one that only played holiday music from Thanksgiving to mid-January. I’ve also told him that he probably would play through his complete collection about three times, if he had constant content.
Maybe we should look more into doing like that. It would allow others to hear our eclectic collection of music across genres and decades.