So today I brought a stack 'o' cds, the top priority being Paul McCartney's All The Best CD. Every few months I dig that one out and listen to 2 particular songs on there nonstop, those being "Uncle Albert" and "My Love" - for whatever reason I love to analyze what's going on in those tunes from a composing standpoint. I'm always able to pick em apart, find new things I like about them, and twist and apply said things into my own music.
I plugged my headphones in, all excited and at the ready to get my McCartney fix. I opened the CD case and well gawd damn, there's my Slayer "South of Heaven" CD I've been looking for. No McCartney though. Cripes. Dern me and my dern haphazard CD stashing ways.

I'm actually considering wasting my lunch hour away on walking 1/3 mile to my car and driving to the CD Shoppe in Dinkytown in hopes that they'll have a new copy of this and I can get it out of my system. This will be the 4th or 5th time I've bought a CD that I already own due to my lack of TLC that my CDs deserve. Looks like it's time to show my arsenal of music a little more respect. Perhaps go through and organize it a little. Incorporate the Dewey Decimal System and only allow 3 to be checked out at one time.