Jim Shelley & Book Of Kills

Strange...

I spent a couple hours this afternoon copying a number of my albums onto a 32 gig USB flash drive. Three things struck me as strange. One, I was quite surprised that I was able to get so many albums onto one relatively small flash drive. I've filled the thing about half way up and I've already copied every album from 1983's 12 SONGS to 1998's IF I SHOULD FALL. That's twenty-one CDs! To think that the thousands of hours of blood, sweat and toil that it took to create all that music could fit onto an inch and a half long digital drive was somehow mildly deflating. More deflating was the fact that so many of the graphics I'd created with now defunct software programs that I didn't even possess anymore, from album inserts to publicity posters to stickers, were forever lost to the past. Third, no matter how hard I try, all of this music will one day most likely be forgotten and eventually will simply disappear from the face of the earth. Well, I'll be long gone by then, I suppose...it won't matter to me anyway. Still...

I also simply found it dumbfounding that I'd managed to create all this noise in such a relatively brief span of time. Where did it all come from? Why did it come at all?

And I kept thinking something else: I'm not ready to hang it up. Perhaps few people care about BOK music anymore. Perhaps even fewer care to go see me play BOK music. Perhaps there are even fewer people in the world who'd want to help me play BOK music. But I think sooner or later that if I can find a couple or three people, I'm going to keep doing it for a little while longer.

And, by the way...if you create music on your own, don't forget to make multiple copies of every song and store them in different places if you can. And back up those copies on a regular basis!