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12/07/2003: "Long Play"

I spent a lot of time in stores, picking out records. I spent a lot of money to get them. I thought about the ones I wanted next, and pursued them; I listened to them in solitude and in society; I imposed upon those I loved by asking them to go to unpleasant, noisy stores to get more for me. Then the CD came along. New records were almost impossible to get. Eventually I got a CD player and my record player went into disrepair. The records went into storage, in more and more remote areas of the house. When I got a new record player, and access to all the records I could ever want, the fever was off me. Many of the records are long-gone, donated to rummage (that word!), and I hardly ever listen to music at all any more. My obsession fueled itself, and then the fuel was exhausted. But just because I was obsessed, that doesn't mean I was deluded. Possibly my indifference, now, is the real delusion.