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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