So part of my little hoarding problem has been that I had nowhere to put anything. Whenever I tried to unpack a box of my stuff, Sluggo would throw it all back into a pile and take the shelf space for more of his millions of little vinyl toys or his vast collection of Japanese catalogs of little vinyl toys. One time he decided he didn’t like the little chest of drawers I got for free from a guy who was moving out of his apartment, and he insisted I throw it out and put all my clothes into bags under the bed. (I still have the chest, although it is really ugly. But it’s the only place I have to keep my many pairs of broken sunglasses.) Anyway, what with Sluggo’s talent for acquiring, and my pathological inability to throw anything away, we’ve been in hoarder hell for a while now. That’s why it was such a shock when he sold his entire record collection on Saturday. An old friend of his, who also happens to be a vinyl dealer, came over to give him some advice on his extensive collection of vintage hardcore
and punk albums, and ended up buying the whole thing. I know I should be pleased to see it go—especially the Rush LPs—and now there’s two whole shelves empty where I can put my things. But for some reason it made me very sad. Sluggo’s music always seemed like such a big part of his life, and now it’s all gone. I know it’s just things and stuff, and it’s not really him … but still … I guess I can go visit the collection when it shows up at the next WFMU Record Fair, before you Collectors show up and buy it. But it just seems weird.
Thanks for reading my blogpost this time, and may God bless.
ah,Iowa.Don't be so hard on Sluggo...he's just de-cluttering.
While on this planet,you will always find something new to desire so,make room for all the new stuff.It's a constant human condition.
Life is supposed to be fun!
CHEERS!
Posted by: texas scott | July 14, 2009 at 07:33 PM
Hey Bronwyn. Give my condolences to Sluggo.
DJ Sonny Bitch!
Posted by: Sonny Bitch | July 16, 2009 at 04:44 PM
The one and only cure for mild hoarding: Move into a new house every some years and do the moving on your own without using a movers company. That has unloaded quite some junk off my place.
Posted by: Elias | July 19, 2009 at 03:49 AM
Feel better!
http://gothamist.com/2009/07/21/brooklyn_slob_makes_finals_in_filth.php
http://www.nydailynews.com/ny_local/2009/07/21/2009-07-21_filth_isnt_dirty_word.html
http://www.holytaco.com/2008/09/23/worlds-most-disgusting-apartment-is-in-houston/
Posted by: jefe | July 23, 2009 at 11:49 AM
Hi B to the C and everybody else,
I've been to Bronwyn's and can testify that yes...there's LOTS of stuff, but it's REALLY GREAT stuff. They's got all the best books piled up in corners like a top secret library, insane schizo artwork by family relations over the fireplace, an electric guitar and bass lined staircase, taxidermy (yes, taxidermy), mission furniture, fiesta ware and bags and bags AND BAGS of newspaper clippings (this gets a little weird but is part of Bronwyn's pre-show savant ritual so shhhhh). And although they could probably do with a healthy purging, the cute old-timey Tudor they occupy is perfectly navigable (most days). But the ultimate test that they haven't crossed the line into Listener Jefe's URL's style of living is that my anal retentive, gross-home allergic ass has stayed over at said residence on many occasions. And contrary to certain things said on the radio in the past, I've very picky about where I lay.
Hey, we're filling in on August 7th (I think) so tune in!
-DJ Kelly
Posted by: Kelly Jones | July 29, 2009 at 11:41 AM