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The only thing that I know is that I know nothing.
Damn, Socrates gets me down sometimes.  Here I am, working in sixteen different fields of the music business simultaneously, ostensibly one of the maddeningly-informed, information-filled resources in the community.  Then all I have to do is browse through the used CD bin and I realize, I don’t even own Exile on Main Street.
For serious.  How in the name of God does a music columnist go through his whole life and not own (arguably) the best Rolling Stones album? 
And that’s not all.  I also never owned any Monk until this morning’s purchases.  Or the first Pink Floyd album.  So, plenty of modern psyche in my collection, but no Piper At The Gates of Dawn. 
Sometimes I feel like that guy in High Fidelity – the guy to whom Jack Black says “Don’t tell anybody you don’t own Blonde on Blonde.  It’s gonna be okay.”
In fact, I think that line was the reason I got Blonde on Blonde, too.
The point, I think, is this:  when does a music fan finally through up their hands and say “That’s it!  I cannot possibly collect one more piece of music no matter how much of a classic it is!”  Is it still possible to collect, and be a completist with that collection, in a world where everything’s available to anyone with a computer and a credit card? 
Many will argue that no, you don’t have to have six thousand vinyl albums straining the floorboards in order to be a big music fan.  That’s just silly talk. 
Yet not too long ago, I was told by a friend that I couldn’t possibly be a Kinks fan, because I didn’t own any Kinks.
…but if I went online, downloaded some Kinks, and stored it on my hard drive without listening to it, would I have then been deemed a ‘fan?”
This post has nothing to do with anything.  Just some random thoughts for you.  Discuss if you will.  I’m going to leave now and self-consciously examine my CDs to see if I have the requisite number of Pixies records.