Most comic collectors are pack rats. I'm one of them. I have a real hard time parting with objects that I've attached some sort of sentimental meaning to. I have a sizable collection of cassette tapes that I just can't part with; a subsection of these tapes belonged to my dad. I was indoctrinated to music by the selection shown below:

Growing up with this music explains why I dismissed all sorts of late 80s radio crap. I didn't really even have music of 'my own' until Scott Fidler introduced me to Public Enemy's Nation of Millions.