So... here I was, all by myself in the middle of the night at my Southern-California self-storage unit, sifting through two decades-worth of paper documents and small domestic items. Every piece was a memory. I was under major time-pressure to finish sorting of the entire storage so that I may load the stuff onto a van and take elsewhere to be shipped to my new home. These tunes are the sounds of my thoughts as I was pulling pieces of my life out of boxes and folders.