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My art as a lighting director was
exhilarating but transient. It was gone forever with each fade
to black. My cover illustrations proved to be more durable only
because they were printed and distributed. Many survived, and
almost all the original line drawings lived in a dry safe
deposit box ever since the day.
My vinyl was not so fortunate. It was all
about the music and the people who loved it, so I chose to
preserve my memories by preserving in perfect condition every
album (with all its glorious packaging) for every band and show
that I was graced to light or even see. No dust, scratches,
hisses or pops for me. If an LP suffered the consequences of
candle wax, beer spray or a tripping oaf, it was immediately
replaced by another, which then remained in its original shrink
wrap.
This process worked well, and left me
with zillions of tunes to rediscover over and over again for
many years. Then we moved to this old house in 2000, and
temporarily stored all those records in the basement while we
began to renovate the place. The boxes somehow got wet,
underneath, and grew mold which infiltrated the boxes, the
packaging, the labels and the grooves of every record without
showing the slightest sign of distress on the outside of the
boxes. When I opened the first box to remove the records, I was
greeted by a rainbow spectrum of dense molds and packaging that
melted away at the slightest touch. Even the labels were no
longer legible. The grooves were filled with spores, so playing
was out of the question even after washing and drying or
vacuuming with a 5-hp sucker.
I am so happy to have saved these
programs to remind me of the music. —Moyssi
