Inigo wrote: Sun Apr 03, 2022 8:12 am
I'm now updating my Excel database of the 78rpm collection, updating the records locations, a field collecting by means of easy keys, the places where records are stored. And I've found a nice Capitol album set with four records of songs by Gershwin, played by Billy Butterfield orchestra. And I go to look for them in the database and aaaasrgh! They are not registered! I have no idea how I forgot to register them, neither when I bought them! Could be any past Naucktion, or from a bunch of records I bought in eBay... Other times this has happened, I recalled in which lot of records they came, or whatever, but this album set I only can recall vaguely the era. But no idea, nor old emails referring to it. It must have been a Naucktion, but I only keep the dry emails telling the lot numbers I had won... I'll have to go back searching old Nauck catalogs to see in which lot they came! A nightmare! Can you understand my frustration?
See, this is why God has given us alcohol and magic mushrooms.
But seriously... another perspective:
I always WANTED to be an organized database guy, but never got there. I live my life in what I jokingly call "organized chaos". My shop has tools and parts everywhere but I turn out the production. I also know where everything is. My wife tries to "help" by straightening and organizing things. It IS nice, and looks very professional, and I DO appreciate it, but I cannot find anything.
Same with my out of control record collection. I'm not even sure how many records I actually have- 10,000? 15,000? But I am still good at finding things, and I can almost always look at a record and remember where I got it. Almost.
I accept my limitations and am happy with them. But this is also why I sell so many duplicates. Some, of favorite records, I have on purpose. Others? I tucked away and forgot I had them. I have another extremely large lot of records tucked away in one of my storage sheds that I need to go through one day.
I think I would miss the "discovery" aspect of my collection were I more organized. That, and my enjoyable hobby would become just another task.
I suppose there is a "syndrome" for this behavior, but I don't care.
