Monday, June 29, 2009

Remember all that music I was telling you about?

The depth and breadth of my collection was, despite its admittedly narrow focus, impressive, to say the least. I literally had more music than some of my favorite radio stations (I listen to “Classic Rock” stations, usually). Thousands of songs, including some very rare and hard-to-find oldies. I had hundreds of albums, including entire discographies of groups like Rush, Pink Floyd, Phil Collins, Meat Loaf, and many others (including some old Tom Lehrer and Yakov Smirnov). I had some classic radio interviews, including some from Raymond Chandler, Philip K Dick, Weird Al Yankovic and even one from Scream Queen-ette Misty Mundae. Classic Radio skits like the 2000 Year Old Man. All of William Shatner’s and Leonard Nimoy’s Greatest Hits (not to mention “Old Yellow Eyes” by Brent Spiner). Hundreds of Gigabytes worth.

However.

I use the past tense form of the verb ‘to have’ for a reason.

Two guesses why.

Dammit.