After our bed was delivered and after weeks of sleepless nights, Alisa suggested that our new bed deserved more room - the kind of room that comes from a sunny, airy, recording studio perched high in a fourth floor pied a tierre. It would be no easy feat. 10 years of stuff had accumulated under the platform. Two years ago we bought some clear plastic storage bins for our junk. Four of them fit under the bed. Space Heaters in summer time, box fans in winter. Luggage year round. Cat carriers. Our Red Cross safety kit. Dust bunnies. Cat hair balls. Elastic hair bands. Eye masks. Bobby pins. 10 years of stuff.
The first task was to remove all of this stuff. Here it is in it’s new home, our living room.
The next task was to swap the futon in the studio with the bed in the bedroom.
This is Sarah Lentz listening to mixes of her album ‘Begin Again’, while sitting on the futon in the studio.
That was one comfy room!
This is Alisa, folding clothes in our new ’studio’ room.
The bed / futon swap was relatively painless. Irena has been living in Bosnia for over a month now, and she was not inconvenienced in any way. The real pain is going to be when I have to move all of the studio equipment into the new studio room. For now, the bed is comfortably accessible from 3 of the four sides, albeit surrounded with electronic gear on all 3 of those sides.
Historically, Alisa has some pretty strong opinions about what a bedroom IS. There must be the bare minimum of electronics and items that emit electro-radiation, including television monitors and computer screens. Any led’s or illuminations of little colored lights are verboten - they remind her of the cockpit of a commercial airliner, and she is terrified of flying. Also, the wall hangings must be innocuous. There must not be an heavy-fonted writing anywhere, lest she end up reading the titles of museum exhibitions during bouts of sleeplessness. Also of note, there shouldn’t be any large pictures of human likenesses - they tend to just stare at her and make her uncomfortable while she’s trying to relax.
Here are some pictures of our new studio / bedroom.
There’s Tupac, watching over Alisa and making sure no thugs get her during the night.
There are the boys from KISS, making sure she hasn’t forgotten the name of the band.
There’s the computer at the foot of the bed, just in case Alisa needs to write a blog entry at 3 in the morning.
Oh, and there are all of the leds from the instrument landing system of the cockpit, ensuring that Alisa will have a safe and sound journey into dreamland.
