My dad played drums when I was a kid, and his kit was a massive collection of boxes that, once the kit was assembled, could fit matryoshka-like into a space no larger than the bass drum box and the "gear box," which contained cymbals, peddles, the snare, and associated stands.
It was the perfect little system. Each piece had a precise purpose, evolved over time to take up exactly the space required and no more. No wasted motion, no extra accessories.
I have a rather staggering collection of small boxes, and I have to physcially restrain myself from buying more. Currently I'm finding some impressive tongue-in-groove cigar boxes from the 1940s that require my purchase.
It's a sick thing, this obsession. I suspect they'll find a drug to cure it soon.--------------------------------- Taken out of context I must seem so strange - Ani DiFranco
