Instrumentally Liberated

I stress that this is just A VERY SMALL PART of my collection of instruments.
My room is absolutely crammed full of too many things. People have done extraordinary things under extremely uncomfortable conditions (Anne Frank, Hellen Keller) but I can;t concentrate on writing music or being creative at all in my cluttered room.
I've kept the 5 xylophones, 7 toy pianos, zither, q-chord, omnichord, ocarina, shakers and maracas, kick drum, guitars, marching snare, and all 14 keyboards ect, ect in here for the past couple of years. Just in case I do get around to making some Spectoresque masterpiece of an album entirely in my room. The thing is, Im never here. And also, when I am its should be to rest and recouperate. If I do any recording, pretty soon my room descends into a crazed mass of cables and clothes, knitting needles and gadget manuals, microphones and makeup; it's not ok.

So I thought about all this and decided that I'll be creating my wall of sound somewhere else, some other time.

Today with the help of amazing Walt, I moved it all into storage. Now these things look like they're under the surface of a frosted lake, stacked in clear plastic rubbermaid boxes. All these colourful toys and frills are so seductive and they haven't lost their appeal or importance to me, but this whole move was a kind of intense one because it means letting go of a mildly crippling fantasy.

Anyway, as far as writing good music goes, the limitation of less stuff will help me connect to what i'd really like to say. ah! liberated!