Do you guys remember that book tour I did many years ago where I asked you to bring me keys for my studio, if you wanted to bring me anything at all?
People often gave me enormous art on tour that I couldn’t pack in my luggage, expensive gifts I felt bad taking, snacks I was allergic to, and books I wouldn’t have time to read on the road. But a few keys, I thought . . . they would be portable! And inspiring to hang on my studio wall at the end of the tour to remind me of who I create for.
So I said bring me a key and a story. And you guys did.
Pounds upon a pounds of keys, hundreds of keys.
And the stories . . . some were hilarious. Some were touching. Some were scorching.
By the end of the tour, I had so many keys that I couldn’t hang them on my wall—they’d actually jingle with the bass as I recorded.
I worked on a solution and over the years, I slowly twiddled away at putting them together. Now, finally, they’re all up. You’re all up.
