Shelf Life
I am not against the digital revolution. I adore the resources available to artists and the fact that I can make a feature film for $1,000. That being said, I want to talk about two specific things that are being morosely affected by this new age. Books and DVDs.
I will break this down into three reasons, and when I’m done you can all nod or shake your heads. After that we’ll get on with the future. Deal?
1. The artwork
Amazon in recent years has introduced us to its digital book, the Kindle. While I agree this thing is nifty and space-age-riffic , it’s also cold and impersonal. One of the greatest joys of any book is the wonderfully ecelctic and unique cover art. To me this adds to
the experience of the story. It sets a tone and gives it personality. When I look back on the books I have read, one of the first things that comes to mind is the artwork that graced the cover. Anyone read Stephen Kings, Night Shift? The cover with the hand and all the eyeballs poking out of the skin? “Holy alien dimmension, Christian Bale!” That thing was the center of awesome town! DVDs play a tad differently for me in this catagory. There are a shit-ton of great movie cover arts, but it seems in recent years studios lost the love for good imagery and have opted instead for how many movie stars can they cram onto a cover. But let’s be honest, a good movie poster is a good fucking movie poster.
2. The collection

I am proud of my movies, damn it, and I want to show those ladies off. If you come over to my place and I catch you scanning over my DVDs then I am going to get a bit excited. Movies are important to me and I enjoy watching people run their fingers down my lovers. Everyone does it. You check out your friends flicks. Silently judge him or her on their choices and taste. Same with books. My mother fuckin’ stuff is on display. What I do NOT give two shits about is my collection on a hard drive or kindle. That, to me, is dull. I do not want to sit down at my television and scroll through my movies. NO! I want to stand in front of them. Say, “good morning, good afternoon, good evening and goodnight”. Study their spines, savor the taste of each one…and then, pull the perfect selection from the shelf…which leads me to-
3. The feel
This. Is. Everything. Fuck the Kindle with its spineless back and plastic smell. I don’t know exactly why I like a good book making love to my hands, but here is the only way I can desribe it. Feeling the bulk. Turning the pages. Smelling the paper. Bookmarking my progress. A book in your hands is more than just a story. It brings a sort of comfort. It individualizes the artist and their message. It is a piece of art. There is a great sense of accomplishment when you finish the last page of a book and then CLOSE IT. Soemthing you will never feel or achive with a Kindle. I once finished a book in which I had tears in my eyes. I held the book in my hands and stared at the art work. I felt the weight and the pages, recalling the adventure I just went on. I opened it back up and read the last page. There was no list of other stories to choose from, only this one. The one that affected me this way. My friend, the physical book.








So there’s all that. I won’t be laying down on the tracks of the future because I know that train will not stop for me. I love the technology, but I will be sad to see books and DVDs slowly vanishing.
Much Love
Travis



















