The things you do for money
Sep. 3rd, 2010 09:43 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
stephbgHusband is watching a Dave Brubeck docco, which stirred the following memory: I once spent six months (half time) cataloguing a huge jazz collection donated to Edith Cowan University by Graham Fisk (the link is a pdf which I can't actually see because of a website outage, but let's hope it's actually there).
I believe there were 20,000 items, most of which were LPs, and I had to enter the name of every single track and every single performer. The first track name I typed was called "Celery Stalks At Midnight" but I didn't get to actually hear it until years later. It wasn't a very interesting track; I couldn't hear musical stalking, let alone celery.
A fair bit of my DNA is in that collection. I'd often slice through my fingertips putting in the metallic security strips.
The collection included a lifetime's worth of autographed jazz concert programs, and I'd occasionally trip over a Duke Ellington or a Miles Davis. It seemed horribly wrong to defile these items with stamps and stickers and metal.
I believe there were 20,000 items, most of which were LPs, and I had to enter the name of every single track and every single performer. The first track name I typed was called "Celery Stalks At Midnight" but I didn't get to actually hear it until years later. It wasn't a very interesting track; I couldn't hear musical stalking, let alone celery.
A fair bit of my DNA is in that collection. I'd often slice through my fingertips putting in the metallic security strips.
The collection included a lifetime's worth of autographed jazz concert programs, and I'd occasionally trip over a Duke Ellington or a Miles Davis. It seemed horribly wrong to defile these items with stamps and stickers and metal.
