Some have to stay. Yes, they give me joy. There is also the thing about playing them in the car.
I'm not far through this exercise with the CDs, but here are a couple that are going nowhere.
Nirvana - Nevermind (1991)
This is the third time I've bought this album. My first copy was stolen by an old flat mate. The second copy went walkabout. I'm keeping this one.
Seminal sounds of the nineties. It came out just as I was mioving to England. Feels like Teen Spirit was the anthem of my first year in London. It never gets old.
This is my angry driving music. It's required listening when I'm angry as it has the ability to turn me around and make me smile again. It also makes me thankful I'm Australian where we have proper dentistry and we don't end up having Shane McGowan's teeth. Saying that, Shane McGowan survives Davie Bowie - never saw that happening either.
Great, tub-thumping music that demands that it's played loud or when you're drunk.
The Hoodoo Gurus - Stoneage Romeos (1984)
This takes me back to Dolly Magazine, year 11 and long hot summers. It also reminds me of my youth. I can't part with this. It's too good, even though nobody really remembers The Hoodoo Gurus any more - though I believe they're playing at a Day on the Green soon.
Talking Heads - Stop Making Sense (1983)
While the rest of my school mates were into Cold Chisel and AC/DC, here I was listening to Talking Heads. Stop Making Sense. The big suit, the drum beats, the edgy lyrics. I still love them. This one will be going in the car soon.
Sting - Ten Summoner's Tales (1995)
Another album from my London days. I've always loved The Police, but Sting did so well with this album. It contains one of my most favourite songs - a song that got me into tarot. Have to keep it just for that.
Portishead - Dummy (1994)
Perennially in the car, I cant get rid of this CD. Another album that takes me back to West Hampstead, the show "This Life" and drinking a lot of beer. It doesn't get much better than this.
The Pixies - Surfer Rosa and Doolittle (Jury is out on Bossanova however)
I can't live without these. They have to stay too. How can one live without The Pixies? Here's Bowie on The Pixies.
And here is Debaser. From Doolittle. Still amazing.
I'm sure I'll be finding a few more to keep from the pile. I might also forgive myself for some of the strange things I'm finding in there as well. Gabriella Cilmi and Nerina Pallot anybody?