I'm developing a metaphor that casts all the willy-nilly tracks we receive on covermount CDs as a kind of sump oil that sinks to the bottom of your music collection and then needs pumping and filtering to make it useful.
I say "developing", but I think that's pretty much all there is to the metaphor in that one sentence. I could elaborate and explain it a bit more, but I haven't got time right now — working in Belfast today — and if it works as a metaphor you ought to be able to get the essence of it in that brief outline.
Maybe I'll come back to this next time a covermount CD punctuates the flow of interesting and diverse music (after an inauspicious start, I think this month's random selection has been quite fun; I've enjoyed it anyway). Or maybe I won't.
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