I don’t care how much music you have.

Last night I ran into some toolbox outside of a bar who was bragging to me about how many “gigs” of music he had at home and how we should “totally trade.”  “I have like, 20,000 songs, dude,” he says to me.

Totally.

These days, it’s not an accomplishment to just possess almost every album from 1990-today.  Wow:  you have the Bob Marley 17 cd box set?  Cool.  Too bad I get bored listening to Bob after about 5 minutes.  If I wanted to sit around and mindlessly download music just for the sake of downloading it, I certainly could.  In fact, my 12 year old cousin could.  If you’re going to cold step to me and tell me about your music collection, I’d rather hear about it in terms of content—thanks.  Otherwise, just don’t talk to me and go sift through those 20,000 or so songs of yours and tell me about the 10 tracks that are even worth mentioning.

And I know the only reason that idiot wants to trade music with me is so that he can have the set he heard me dj the other night.  Sorry, fool.  I sifted through my music.  Now shoo!