Winter projects are a must for the seasonally depressed midwesterner. If you’re pretty much confining yourself to your apartment for three solid months, you damn well better have something to shake out the cobwebs now and then. Build a chair, fix a motorcycle, watch The Wire in its entirety for the sixth time. Me, I’m cataloging my records on Discogs, the online database that allows you to buy and sell vinyl (or, gross, CDs), or just marvel at the depth of your own personal collection.

The whole ordeal is tedious, often resulting in your squinting at a record’s run-out to locate the sometimes indecipherable matrix numbers so you know from what era your record was released. Which of the 136 versions of Abbey Road do you own? The Canadian reissue from 1976 with orange Capitol labels that’s missing the listing of “Her Majesty” on the jacket, or the ’83 Canadian reissue with a black center label and color band? Cataloging records also results in the unearthing of purchases you can’t even fathom a good reason for having bought in the first place. Then you remember all the poor decisions you made in your life around the time you bought that record. Then you put that record on the turntable because you can’t let sleeping dogs lie. Then you fall into a shame spiral.

Woof. I need to get out more. Here are some shows happening this Monday through Wednesday: