The Rock Star Hotel in 2011
These rooms have become the space into which things go that no one wants to deal with anymore. It's become a repository for broken lamps, half-empty cans of paint (I counted sixty), a seemingly limitless stream of broken fans of all varieties, things that came down from the walls, things that we saw on the street and thought we might want if only we got the time to fix them up. It's the place where projects get started and not finished, there's half a recording studio down here, there's a bunch of my back-stock of books and art projects, props from photo shoots, old windows, boxes of toy soldiers, old cameras.... There's a darkroom that I haven't printed a photo in since 2003 that ever since I read, and loved, The Not So Big House: A Blueprint for the Way We Live I've always thought would make a cool reading room, or at least a place where nerds gather and play Dungeons and Dragons.
My last week has been spent rounding up these things and hauling them out to the trash in an official gesture that some things will never get done. In a way I like the release, and I like the newness the place is experiencing.
In December of 2009 we lived in the Rock Start Hotel for three days when the
heat went out. We brought the Victrola downstairs and had an epic party.
There's been some water damage over the years, we had at least three floods, two quick one during a hurricane, one quick when the feed line to the fridge broke and leaked for a weekend, and the other slow as a drain leaked in the sink above for years. So there's that. There's the damp, there's the lingering ferret, but there's the other thing, the important thing, this is my Room of One's Own, which I think is a key to any long term relationship. I think whether a space is depressing or full of potential depends on your headspace when you walk into it. And for me it's like that dream where you discover that your house has a whole apartment in it that you'd forgotten about, because I have.
One thing's for sure, if you forget about a thing and stop loving it, that thing will die.
I've always thought "here's this space, you can take it an love it," but I don't know that anybody's ever loved it and I'm realizing that if someone's ever going to do that, it should be me.
This is my space. It has a shower, and a fridge and a chess board. I might invite you over for a painting party.
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