Introducing Old Raps: A Podcast By DJ Levins
Record collecting is a pretty selfish hobby.
Most smart people give it up at some point in their 20s, usually after the realisation that those $40 import CDs they own are worth more as coasters than they are a music format. It’s only the real monsters of this world who keep this disgusting hobby up – even after two children and a mortgage. Monsters like me.
An enormous case of records I never listen to sits between our television and a pile of my son’s toys. Most of the cupboard space in my daughter’s room is taken up by my cassette collection, literally the most pointless thing I own and keep adding to.
About 95 percent of my hard drive space on my laptop is music and 50 percent of my bookshelf is books written about music, with a considerable amount of our DVD collection consisting of movies based on the books that were written about music.
I can’t play any of these strange, crackly obscurities when I DJ, lest I clear the dancefloor within seconds and successfully un-book myself from every club show in my calendar in the process. Is there a rehab for record collectors? Or can I share these songs and hopefully inspire a new generation of idiots to start collecting music somehow?