Posted sometime around January 13 1991, during a frenzy of posting CD album lists.
Store my albums alphabetically? No, no. Did that once, never again. Like grouped with like, inbreeding and chittering and conspiring, a brooding powerful series of moods and auras, eyeing each other hungrily or uneasily. No, no. Never again.

Split them up. No random, no, no, truerandom gives groups gives auras gives atmosphere gives savaging all over again. Distribute them around, shuffled, nothing the same similar alike too close together. Separate the clangorous Hawkwind, allow no sneering upper-crust classical to clump too closely together. Pad the timid and peaceful and the raucous far apart. Let not the Mike Oldfield cluster together and overwhelm the lesser and shorter (but never never call the lesser that so they don't anger for even the lesser together angry is enough -- ask not enough for what? hope never to find out). And hide the failures away, the japanese anime whose innocence must be saved and shielded the new ones who have to be broken to the harness have their ideas of clumping gently sanded away with time.

All must be equally lonely, equally scared. If I'm lucky (luck be with me, luck not forsake me) they'll look around, make friends with their neighbors sing together in beauteous raucous nonharmony all equals together (even the ones that aren't but never tell them that good thing they can't see this message with the terminal turned away from them).

And never show favoritism, never pull one more than the next; allow no arrogance or resentment to form, break up cliques, sort and resort, listen to all equally in random not truerandom shufflerandom nonrandom but always fair order. That way (off far off in the misty distance) is musical peace when I can someday rest with my day of rest.

	- cks