What It All Boils Down To.

This is most of it. It’s virtually all the paper — letters, postcards, legal documents, sales records, scripts, artwork, fan art, flyers, posters, scripts, programs, miscellaneous drafts of things and other ephemera, and photos — and most of the audio (I’ve kept one of all our released albums and singles and the masters, for now). This doesn’t include any of the Life in a Box archives: hard drives with all the media and various rough cuts, the paper logs and storyboards and all that, as well as the 150 hours of raw footage. I want to keep it for a while longer. There’s also quite a bit of digital material, which will be much easier and less anxiety-provoking to transport than these boxes and folders and envelopes.

Other than that, I have the Oshkosh overalls and Red Wing boots I wore in every performance for 10 years. All the handmade shirts and aprons, my grey suit jacket, Jay’s black dress, cameo, and (big sigh) the lucky green dress, were stolen in 2003 from the basement of the friend’s house where Jay was living in Nashville after we separated. We used to say that we were saving the LGD for the Smithsonian, but that’s not to be. I fantasize that 100 years from now it’ll turn up in someone’s attic or in a junk store or estate sale and somebody will recognize it because their grandmother used to go on and on about this bizarre duo called Y’all whose CDs her mother played incessantly in the car when she was a little kid.