I got a little story for you guys about cd storage.
My wife and I live in a two bedroom apartment. The second bedroom became my "green" room. The room where I would go to "relax."
This room is where I keep all my guitars, keyboards, music posters, and of course the two massive cd towers that hold about 700 cds.
My wife though became pregnant, and while we looked for a house, we haven't really found anything, so decided to stay in the apartment for a little longer until next year. Thus, the green room would become a baby's room.
After we argued about just keeping the cds in the room with the baby. Afterall he's just a baby why does it matter? Can't the cds share the space with the hanging turtles and frogs?
(I did concede to take down all my music posters...a pilled up Johnny Cash from 1968 would probably keep the baby up at night, haha).
Note: I had spent an enormous amount of time, the summer before, alphabetizing everything and organizing them. I spent hours going through all of it, this is a collection that started in 1988 afterall!
She wanted them in storage, I wanted to keep them where they were.
We then made a compromise to move the cds into our bedroom. I decided to just slide the whole damn thing across the floor. I'm strong enough, right. I can slide it across, this will slide fine and save me alot of time.
I grabbed a hold, and pushed my weight on it. Yeah, slid just fine. All I had to do was go around the corner, down the hall.
As I slid the towers across the floor, I heard a piece of the wood crack. I stopped to look and the back of the tower was cracking. I started to pull cds off, just to take off some of the weight. Too late, the thing started to collapse on itself. One side (about 350 cds) fell to the floor in a massive pile of plastic and wood. I screamed out. My wife came running and said, in her nice, positive attitude voice: "Its okay, you still have the other side of the tower."
Nope. As I tried to pick the thing up, the other side of the wood backing fell off...and they fell to the floor. It was a huge fucking mess of cds, cases and broken wood splinters.
So now, they are in bins..in a storage place with the rest of "Music Tim's" stuff. She won. I smell a conspiracy, maybe she loosened the back screws?...hmmm.
Once we get into a house, I will get my music room back.