At what point does "collecting" records become hoarding?
A very good question that could apply to a lot of other things too.
When you're young you don't see any horizon on life's journey and the voyage seems endless.
Later on, things change and you might be forced to take stock of exactly where you are currently.
Some decide to put their house in order in consideration of the cleanup job that family or friends might have to do after they've gone, whilst others don't seem to care in the slightest.
For them life is to be enjoyed, and the devil can take the hindmost. Too much is never enough for them.
The unfortunate truth is that often what is left behind may hold nothing of the value that the owner had placed in it. There's a good example of that in the closing scenes of Citizen Kane.
And then there are those unfortunate sufferers of OCD.
There is no nice way of dressing up the distress and discomfort that they often end subjecting themselves to (and often others) in their obsessive behaviours.
I try to be a minimalist when it comes to possessions, but there 50 odd LPs that I could not easily bear to be parted from.
My hoarding is now largely confined to the digital medium. The problem is time, the lack of it.
Perhaps this could be called underground hoarding?