Every time I move, which seems to happen every 2-3 year interval since the age of 18, I have to reevaluate my possessions and compartmentalize the containers for the things I absolutely must keep with me. A lot of people know how that goes -- and I can only assume that a lot of those people experience the same kind of autobiographical reductionism.
Throughout all of these relocations, all shuffling around the vast labyrinth that is Los Angeles, I have kept with me a small wooden box that contains cathected items from various periods of my life.
There is a photograph of me, in overalls, as a baby, under a Christmas tree.
There are microcassette tapes. The recordings are just me babbling and screwing around as a child that span 6 years.
There is a drum key from my very first drum kit, a 1980's Pearl Export.
There is a photo I took in Trafalgar Square.
There is a set list from my band's tour through the American southwest.
There is an invitation to the funeral of my old boss, mentor, and friend at the bar in Little Tokyo.
And among others, there are also some things relating to bloggers. Yeah, you guys.
Because, you know, it's good to hang on to things that change your life.
So what are some of the things in your boxes?