Sunday, December 30, 2007

Wherein Tenacious S Realizes That Being OCD Pays Off


As Lulu has recounted, we had a lovely evening a couple of days ago sitting around, saying nothing and listening to records on my new turntable. While there is a turntable in our house (which technically is mine),but after fourteen years of marriage has become community property and lives in Mr. Ten S's office, I really don't use it that often since my records are down in the basement, three floors down. So sitting around with Lulu and playing albums at whim and request was quite a treat for me.

What you need to understand is that my albums are my babies and always have been. I remember getting really frosty when my high school boyfriend upon our breakup suggested that I listen to The Police's "I Can't Stand Losing You." In this song it talks about returning LP's and that they got scratched up in the hands of the borrower. While he was equally OCD, encasing each record in the special anti-static/anti-scratch inner sleeve and every album in a clear plastic outer sleeve, the insinuation that I had scratched a record was just fuel for the breakup fire.

Lulu can vouch for me when I say that my albums are for the most part, aside from cat hair from past kitties being stuck inside every single album I opened, pristine. The covers just as vibrant as day one. The lyric sheets in perfect shape. The vinyl itself with no blemishes visible to the naked eye. While over the years I have been mocked from time to time about my OCD tendencies when it comes to the care and keeping of these albums (they are filed alphabetically and chronologically within each band), I am glad I was a twitchy lightswitch licking freak that obsessed about them. Years later I am the proud owner of a lovely album collection that brings me great joy and pride. And now, I will go take my medication. *twitch*twitch*

7 comments:

lulu said...

You know, when we were roommates, I never, EVER, touched your albums. Although, I did read your diary.

Sonja said...

I remember the little red lint brush you'd sweep over the vinyl before dropping the needle.

Dale said...

My brother in law was OCD about his albums and nobody was allowed to touch them under punishment of death. Then baby #1 showed up and he allowed them to be used as frisbees. We were all shocked to pieces, like some of the albums.

I read your diary too.

Bubs said...

Happy New Year Ten! Say howdy to your hub, and best wishes to you and your whole family.

Hot Lemon said...

hmmmm....

Beth said...

You're my girl! I ended a friendship in college when this chick borrowed my Al Green LP — and I came over to find the vinyl lying on her hardwood floors. Anyone who can't respect music doesn't earn my respect.

Do you always file them with Side A facing up? I do.

Coaster Punchman said...

"...the insinuation that I had scratched a record was just fuel for the breakup fire."

ha ha ha ha ha! That was funny, what you said.

I will soon blog about how my mentally challenged sister in law broke the plastic dustcover to our turntable.