Obsessive Compulsive Completive Musiciveness Disorder

Waaaay back before Christmas, one of my friends mentioned that he was thinking of getting an iPod (or some digital music player) for his girlfriend for Christmas. At least I think that was his plan, because as soon as he said, "You have an iPod, right?" I started screeching, "Looooooooove! Loooooooooooove! I loooooooove it! LOOOOOOOVE my iPod!" and I kind of tuned him out. Because I do love that little thing. Anyway, I told him that I have approximately 1,254,500 mp3s, and I'd put the files on a disk for him and he could give her a bunch of songs along with it. Well, he changed his mind about Christmas and decided to do it for her birthday, which is in April -

Actually, let me back up further than that. A guy I work with and I have a similar music fascination, and he and I were talking one day LAST SUMMER about songs and whatnot, and I told him I'd give him a copy of my ginormous mp3 collection.

But then, I realized that I didn't have things like Regulate by Warren G, and He'll Have to Go by Jim Reeves, and flarking FREE BIRD. I didn't have Free Bird! So I had to acquire those because I could not, in good conscience, pass my sorely lacking mp3 collection along to someone who would most certainly scoff, "Bah! And she thinks she has a complete-ish collection!" Except that no one would really do that, but I THINK they will - it's part of my obsessive-compulsive-musiciveness. But after I added those omissions, I discovered that I didn't have There Ain't Nothing Wrong With the Radio by Aaron Tippin, or Get Low by whichever-bunch-of-guys-it-is, or Magic Man by Heart. (Incidentally, one of these days I'll put up a mpeg of the introductory scene of Josh Hartnett's Trip Fontaine in The Virgin Suicides, which is set to Magic Man. I looooooove that scene. Everybody went to high school with a Trip Fontaine, you know?) So I added those, only to notice that I was missing Brick House by The Commodores, More Than Words Can Say by Alias (darn Taco Bell commercial!) and Don't It Make My Brown Eyes Blue by Crystal Gayle.

Anyway, you see where this is going. IT NEVER STOPS. Until I have collected every song I have EVER HEARD, I will not feel comfortable burning my mp3s to disk for my poor patient friends.

And now that I've discovered a Top 500 Country Songs list on About.com, I'm afraid I'll never be able to put down iTunes, or step away from WinMX, and the madness will continue forever times infinity.

Hellllppp meeeeee!