Strange Tales wrote:God don't. If you ever plan on moving get a dolly for these fucking things, almost threw out my back moving these things.
This. Moving house last year was what finally made me realise "fuck this nonsense" and get rid of all my records. I couldn't move for 2 days after moving all those cases from one house to another. My back felt like it was made of mashed potato.
It's a commitment, and if you get a collection together and decide you no longer want to have a collection, getting rid of your collection is the most laborious thing you'll ever have to do. Buying my new house, and selling my old house in an area that has been totally depleted by the downturn of the city's major industry, and then moving 500 miles south was easier than getting rid of my records.
Spent a week sat on the floor, surrounded by records, taking photos of them, finding out pressing details and putting them on ebay, one by one. The week after I was answering hundreds of pleas to lower shipping costs which I was already losing money on even before Ebay take their 10%, because everyone on Ebay is a chancer. The week after, packaging them all up, and reading heaps of condescending messages from buyers with detailed step by step instructions on how to package a fucking record, right down to telling me what kind of mailers to buy. I've been buying and selling records since I was 14. That's 16 years ago. F you. F you in the B.
And then writing out loads of enormous addresses. Russian and Japanese addresses were particularly troublesome.
I became the undisputed most hated man of all time to the staff of the Post Office, and everyone behind me in the queue.
"Hi. How can I help you?"
"By sending these HUNDREDS of records over the world, please"
I've never been back to that Post Office.
A nightmarish hellscape of a month.
I made some serious cake though. Had some pretty rare stuff in that collection. Logging in to my Paypal account was like when Scrooge McDuck dives in to the pit of gold coins. Chopped up all the shelving and gave it away as firewood, then had a Step Brothers moment - I had so much more room for activities.
Bollocks to vinyl. It's big and stupid.