My whole artistic practice stopped for a while after college, struggling to find a way to survive, busy with a rather experimental pop promo company I started, and finally with the Cranes, the band I had been playing with.
After recording six albums with them, touring the world extensively and nearly 8 years had elapsed, I found that I had a huge cardboard box, filled to the brim with “weird shit that I had bought on tour”. Mostly from gas stations, sometimes from tourist shops you go to on your few hours off, and sometimes strange gifts from fans. “Welcome to Maryland” stickers, miniature water pistols, glow in the dark Virgin Mary’s, dice, cards, comics (in all languages) pens, skulls, scorpions in resin. ALL SORTS OF TRASH!
SO… one day I was going through it and realized that in a somewhat unfortunate and tacky way, it represented my memories of the last few years, and as such deserved better display. I acquired some simple wooden boxes, and stuck it all in. Not in any particular order, (I couldn’t remember exactly where or when some of it had come from anyhow ) just randomly. I was very happy with the result, and was struck by the complete picture each box gave. Buddha’s were next to Jesus’, rocks from Arizona were next to shells from Seattle, free toys from McDonald were next to plastic Eiffel towers.
Now you can have one!
Please buy a box!