...you own McCartney demos that were meant for Badfinger but sang by Mary Hopkin, after Billy Preston laid down overdubs on them thinking Badfinger had already worked on them!
You know you have the Bruce Springsteen E Ticket somewhere in your house, with the acoustic Thunder Road, but have NO idea where it is....ditto for comics/Spectacular Spiderman #2 (wonderful)
Someone calls records "vinyls", and it gets you so upset that you either can't speak or start mumbling something about the real world.
Record labels can't find master tapes for a planned deluxe set so they come to you so they can do needledrops to get those songs.
I had a computer room whereby I would open mailers and actually throw them over my shoulder. (I was buying heaps from eBay and at it's peak I recall one day arriving home and the postman had supplied and left a huge sack containing 9 seperate deliveries!) Before I decided to tidy up you could not see the floor and the cardboard was not far from being waist height.
After you resleeve all your records you can’t leave the room because the door is blocked by a huge pile of inner and outer sleeves.
I will know that "I had" too many CDs / LPs when I was buried, and my wife, in order not to waste time putting all that "goodness of God" on sale, will tell the manager of the used goods market "come and collect a few quintals of records , I don't waste time cataloging everything ..." "'you give me 200 euros and take away everything you find. I, at that point, will turn me in my coffin, and I will try to cry ....
