Not my record collection.I’m not completely sure if I meant it, but last night was the first time I articulated out loud that I may no longer need/want physical copies of records around. I know a lot of people crossed that threshold years ago, but I’ve bought LPs as recently as . . . what, yesterday?I started having second thoughts about all my stuff a couple weeks ago when I was moving boxes from one storage unit to the other and noticed my collection of baseball cards from when I was a kid. And the epiphany hit me yesterday as my wife and I were weighing the pros and cons of moving to a new place. One of the major downsides? There isn’t room for all our stuff. And then I wondered: Am I really going to let the crap I’ve accumulated for the last 20 years dictate that much of my life?I’ve got an iPhone, a stereo system, and a subscription to MOG that gives me access to practically every song I own (and about 9 million that I don’t) for $10 a month, and that I can access on my TV (via Roku) and stereo (via the iPhone app). I’ve also got a Kindle, where I get a paper delivered daily, and have access to all the books I’ll never read. Right now I’m keeping those books on my shelves. Why not keep ’em on my Kindle? I know this is a fundamental conversation we’ve been having since the digital-media age kicked into high gear a decade ago. But I’m honestly starting to wonder if physical copies of records (maybe even the other daily paper that hits my doorstep?) are worse than nostalgia: They’re inhibiting my life. I’ve heard all of–and defended–most of the arguments in favor of physical representations of music. Yesterday was the first time I considered switching sides for good.This feeling may pass. But right now, I’m trying to come up with a few good reasons not to load up a hand truck.Follow us on Facebook and Twitter.