Three years ago, we began to prepare to move abroad for a year, boxing all the stuff we had at home and would keep, choosing what to give. We did a book party, where our friends brought wine and adopted some of the ~400 books we decided we’d never read again so we wouldn’t keep.
Anyway, we knew we’d come back.
If someday I happen to take a leave of absence of this world, I know some of my treasures (especially Purple-related) will automatically become someone else’s junk.
The albums someone will likely try to sell, never for the price they’re worth. Okay, many of mine reached me this way.
But then there is the quirky stuff.
The napkin from The Newton Arms where I wrote the Black Night lyrics in 2010 while having a pint at the biggest table.
The so many pages of newspaper and magazine clips, some cut by myself, some cut by a generous fan friend many years ago.
The posters, including the one from the Ian Gillan tour of 1992, which I carefully ripped out of a street wall in a rainy night, and the one for the Gillian Glover gig at a pub in Tin Pan Alley which operated in a building up since the 1700-something and now is no more.
I know Doug is raising Donnie properly so he sees the value in all that stuff. But I do worry about that. (Maybe I’ll end up mailing it all to Donnie, who was raised by skilled curators, in the future. Hahaha.)
Unfortunately, I don’t have children, and one day I’ll have to decide who to leave my treasures to: my records, the things I cherish (my Deep Purple albums).
I’m also raising him to realise having money today is more important that something gathering dust on a shelf that MAY be worth more in the future, but who knows.
But then I do have one relative whose music collection probably has a higher value than their (very nice) house
I don’t care much about the future value, but that junk keeps me in touch with what made me who I am.
Anyway, I dread to imagine I may have a home’s worth on it all, while still paying a handsome rent for the place where I live. (One of the ways to dodge the dread is not caring about the current value of the collection.)
Marcelo and Andrea:
if you don’t know who to leave your collections to, leave them to me, since I want to live past 100 years, and they will be in good hands!
