Sigh. The day finally came, I had to let it go. Part function, part cleansing, part therapy the vinyl is gone. Found a local guy who will take these and maybe discover new music or release them to the world through the local flea market(s) and will hopefully better himself just a little because of it. Call it good karma.
They were mostly common albums from younger days along with standard thrift store staples.
Here is what that spot looks like now. Dug out some cases of mixtapes, some old floppy disks and my old Roadstar amp from my first car.
Don't get me wrong, I thinned it out before letting it all go (notice the vintage 1980s Fisher cabinet). Kept the ones that are valuable, yes, but mostly these are the ones that are meaningful in some way. After all, why else would I keep 14 sealed copies of the Miami Vice Soundtrack?
Then there is this little section. What bounty lies within? There is this one and these and a host of other goodies. I always have moments of 'Oh, yea, forgot about that one' when I browse them.
Perhaps I'm not quite ready to completely let go.