It’s not unusual for Joel and I to start selling our possessions when trying to finish a project. For years we’ve had a revolving door through which guitars, amplifiers, cameras, lenses, lights, computers, and innumerable other memorable and not-so-memorable items come and go, depending on whether they are worth more to us as tools or just cold hard cash.
But, behold, recently this has reached new heights. If it doesn’t fit in the bins under the bed or isn’t gear necessary to a rock band going on a tour, it’s now on its way out. The selling spree has been brought on by the immediate need to pay for the mixing, mastering, and replication of Sex & Sound, but also the growing sense that one way or another, we need to get out of Los Angeles as soon as possible (or at least put an end to our stressful job situation and unsustainably tight budget), so excess possessions will only make it harder to get out as fast as an opportunity materializes.
Where are we headed? I’ve rarely known, and certainly not this time.
