The alphabetical odyssey

About two months ago, my wife Susie suggested we listen to our entire music collection in alphabetical order. I warned her that this could take years, and involve some excruciating moments. She was undeterred, and I was curious as to how far we might make it. I was also excited for her to hear a lot of the music that I had collected and knew she had yet to hear.
A bit about us: we are both voracious music collectors and listeners. Our collection spans all genres, from stoner doom metal to vocal jazz, old-time bluegrass to korean hip hop. We constantly discuss and argue about music, so much so that we joke about how if we were ever to divorce it would be for "irreconcilable music differences." In addition, we go to live shows regularly and Susie has begun to write reviews of these shows for LPM Voice Magazine.
We decided that iTunes would be our method of organizing this monumental endeavor. Putting aside our vinyl and cassettes, our entire collection is contained on an external hard drive that contains the iTunes Music Folder. If we were to listen to all of this music straight through, it would take us 257.5 days. At our current rate of 1-2 albums per day, well...I'm feeling to lazy to do the math, but it's certainly several years we're facing.
At this point you might be thinking "who would do this to themselves? This is tyranny we're talking about. No longer being able to choose what you want to listen to at any given moment. Insanity!" Well that is certainly what I was thinking as we began seriously discussing the possibility of beginning this undertaking. Even considering the fact that we own all this music and thus should like it, I was unwilling to give up all of my volition in choosing music, so we came up with some ground rules.

The Rules
The alphabet experiment would only take place at home, and only with both of us present. This leaves us time in the car, and time alone, to take a break from the experiment and choose what we want to hear. We would use iTunes, which means that artists names are by first name. And we listen to EVERYTHING. Every song, album, poem, intro, single, and even every version of duplicates.
We must both be actively listening. If one of us decides to take a shower, or go into the bedroom, then the music stops, to be picked up where it was left off when we are both back in the living room.
If we have friends over, we still listen in order. This means that if we are in the middle of Sonic Youth's SYR releases of noise then that is what we listen to, or else we have no music at all.

Now as I write this we are several albums into the experiment. We began with the numbered albums (13th Floor Elevators, 764-Hero), and continued into the 'A's. We are currently about to conclude 24 hours of Ani Difranco, ending with her 2006 album reprieve, after which my metal-head wife will rejoice. Much more to follow on this psychotic peregrination.