disco biscuit

i have this addiction to writing lists. right now i'm compiling one which concerns the cd's i'd really like to procure if i ever have anything that even vaguely resembles disposable income. would you like to know which ones they are? of course you do! you're reading my diary! you want to know more about my inner workings!(deep breath):

travis: the man who

daft punk: discovery

luna: the days of our nights

rufus wainwright: poses

tom waits: small change

the verve: urban hymns

great expectations soundtrack

stevie wonder: songs in the key of life

elvis costello: when i was cruel

that's the list for now. the funny thing is, i am fairly certain that once i obtain any one of those albums, it will be rare that i listen to it all the way through. this is why though i have eight and a half million cd's (give or take), i never have anything to listen to. my music collection exists solely (and be kind about what i'm about to say, because it's taken me years to come to terms with it) to serve as the first line of defense in my lifelong quest: the construction of the ultimate mix tape.

i have been in training for several years (and i mean training--speed drills, jump squats, bad disc throwing, the whole nine yards), hosting my own radio show (a one hours mix tape, every week) producing trial runs that vary in quality. it's all a question of balance--classical vs. kitschy vs. mainstream vs. obscure.

the true tragedy of this all, though, is that i can't bring myself to put my very favorite songs of all time on to a mix. because i listen my mixes into the ground and i fear what happens when i overplay my favorites. if i get sick of them, i'll never be able to listen to them again and that simply cannot be allowed. it just can't.

so, it's an elusive goal: how to create the most perfectly listenable eighty minutes without leaving yourself susceptible to burnout.

is it any wonder that this has become my life's quest?

once i solve this riddle, the secrets of the universe will be rolling on their backs and offering themselves up to me, the master the mistress the goddess and ghoul in one convenient package, ruler of all she surveys.