I have a designated room where CD cases — both with and without CDs inside — go after they’re assembled. It’s also where I store inserts, booklets, bubble wrap, air mail envelope thingies, and other such things.
For mysterious and cryptic reasons, I call it the stock room. I used to type letters to people in there on the old manual typewriter until it got so crowded I couldn’t walk two feet without running the risk of tripping over something and breaking about three dozen CD cases with my fall. The table and desk I store things on were long ago maxed out, and for a while now I’ve been storing things on the floor, in boxes and in piles. Now I’m running out of available segments of floor.
“Time to get a shelf,” says you. You’re not wrong.
This is what the room looked like a few days ago.
And this is what it looks like as of this afternoon.
It’s very strange being able to walk around in there now and having things organized in a way that makes some sense. But it’s nice.
You know what else is nice? Having a song pop up on the soundtrack of one of your dreams that you can’t resist recording for the album you’re working on even though it has nothing much to do with anything else that will be on the album. Dream songs are fun, especially when they’re performed by the Blue Nile and accompanied by a very strange music video/short film.