It’s a valid question.

It wasn’t asked directly of me, it was a thought I had towards someone else the other day, but I’m sure the same thought has been in many people brains at some time, and many of those times, I was putting it there. It should be answered directly.

Sometimes I have a point. But it becomes a habit, as I find it has with others. I try not to get mad. We just can’t stop talking like assholes. Maybe we are assholes. But this is a simile, followed by a metaphor.

I want to tell you about my record collection.

My record collection is something real. It exists, in the present. It consists of many forms of recorded music, which might be a serious debate for some people, but, if you make music and are serious about it, the fact that you have a recording of it or not is infinitely more important than the playback medium. The next important thing would be the quality of the recording process, but even that’s getting into subjectivity. The medium (and number of copies made) determine the survivability of the recording. I’m going to tell you about the copies that I personally have.

I try to make music and have a number of songs running around my brain at any time. And I spend a lot of time fooling around of various instruments. It might not ever turn into anything. If I die tomorrow, definitely not. But my record collection will still go right on existing. Unless I’m killed in some sort of house explosion, or fire, or planes fly into my house causing a flaming explosion, which I feel is always in the cards.

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