ramblings of an aching man

I think that I have not mentioned that finally my CD collection on its entirety it's under my roof.

When I moved to Monterrey I had to leave my CDs back home, but I just could not stop buying more, so it became a two-part collection. One part was at my former bedroom, and the other part right next to me.

What did I do?

I asked for Christmas a carrying case where I could fit CDs on their jewel case!

At the airport, a guard told me to open the case. He stared at me and asked "Are you a DJ?"

Of course I'm not a DJ, I just like to buy them - I said.

Finally my loved collection is complete, though I think my brother has kept one and I didn't notice it until my arrival.

These past days I've been ripping and transferring them to my iPod (which is also a Christmas gift).

Later on I'll post a link to my collection at Discogs.

Stay tuned!

[NOTE]
The title for this post is resembles "The Far Out Son Of Lung and the Ramblings of a Madman" by FSOL (The Future Sound Of London).
But I am the aching man...