I should probably change my blurb from Music “Lover” to “Addict”

My husband had the wonderful idea about three weeks ago to build a new desktop customized to our needs. He’s a computer guy, so to him this was like an evening project when all the parts came in. It got me excited for two reasons: It means a project he’d complete, and a new machine to work on so I don’t burn out my laptop. I have a bad habit of doing that.

Now, I can’t work without music, so I started loading my digital collection onto the new machine. iTunes installed, I began the process of re-downloading all of my music from there, and added my other songs from a site I used to use, as well as some of my ripped from CD music.

I’ve surpassed 3000 songs.

Now, you may say that that is nothing. After all, there are people with a lot larger collections out there than a puny three grand. True, but that isn’t all of it. I still have a crap ton of CDs kicking around that need to be digitalized (Who the eff has the time for that). How many hours of that tunes is that? Probably too many to ever really listen too. And do I want to think about how much I’ve spent on music? This may be a collection built over years, but still: 99¢ here, $1.29 there, maybe a whole album for $10 if it’s cheaper and I like most of the songs or the band. And I’m no pirate; eye patches don’t work well with glasses, and a pet parrot would drive me nuts.

So I would say I have an addiction, though I’ll live in denial as all good addicts do and focus on the one drug I allow (caffeine) and hope that my husband doesn’t host an intervention. I suppose as long as I keep the pop music from my early teen days limited to ear bud play, he won’t say anything.