Why is Life So Hard?

So I've got a 30 gig ipod and I've recently run out of storage space.

What's this mean exactly? Well, naturally, it means that I have to sift through my music collection and essentially triage albums and artists. This is hard, man. I mean, seriously, how do you choose between "Birth of the Cool," "Walkin'," and "Relaxin' with the Miles Davis Quintet?" It's like the age old question, 'would you rather be stabbed, hung, or shot?' Just set me on fire and get it over with.

Not to mention the fact that I'm really going through a kind of 'discovery' phase, picking up loads of albums that I've never heard but that the rest of the free world has know about for decades. Case in point, Springsteen's "Born to Run." OMMFG! If this isn't a great album, then what is??? I'm also seriously getting into Built to Spill and have just discovered some classic old school Elton John and a whole slew of Bowie's early stuff that I knew of but hadn't actually heard. Now I've cut Madonna's "Something to Remember" and just left "The Immaculate Collection," I've shamelessly disregarded Coltrane's "Impulse! Years" two CD set and just left "My Favorite Things" and (of course) his album with Johnny Hartman, but my question is, 'where's this all going to end?' I'm eventually going to wind up at a point where its easier to pull my own hair out than to decide who's more important to me, Elvis Costello or Tom Waits, Built to Spill or the Archers of Loaf, Miles or Dizzy, Orff or Prokofiev, the Beatles or the Rolling Stones, David Bowie or Lou Reed, Cibo Matto or Deerhoof?

Ok, now I might cry. As my music collection grows and my interests and experiences expand, I can't help but long for a day when hard-drive space is simply a 'sky's the limit' situation. I look forward to a society where all the world's music is accessible at any time and at any place. Let's end the misery, shall we?

*A tear falls into the abyss....*