The Secret Life of the Storage Closet
The Creepy Puppet Show Room
The “creepy puppet show room” is really just code for the storage closet that no one ever wants to come within fifty feet of. A puppet show has never taken place within this room, and no one really knows how it got its nickname. It’s a small stark room with three gray, painted concrete stairs leading down into a solitary confinement. It’s the only place I’ve ever been that made me feel like I was sitting in the dark with the lights on. It feels as cold, dingy, and gray as a graveyard in October. The smell that permeates the entrance is like a musty old building covered in ten coats of fresh oil paint with turpentine.
The scruffy, bleak, yellowing wood frame around the entrance of the solid oak door is recklessly coated in a variety of sloppy wood stains as if carefully mixed with aged car grease, seedy bar dumpster filth and hundred-year-old unfinished basement dirt. Anyone over five and a half feet tall would surely hit their head without cautiously ducking before entering the somberly drowning hidden access.
The door has a story of its own with its chipped, faded, white paint. It creaks when you open it. The hinges are rusty with a variety of paint colors ranging in blues, whites, greens and grime of all sorts. It can be seen encrusted on the underside edge where it was never scraped off properly. It is much smaller and narrower than a standard door. The bottom of it sits in what looks like algae-plagued, decaying, water-logged mold. The knob on the door handle is a 3x4 inch clear crystal quartz acrylic.
The ceiling is sheltered with soft, off-white, sullied insulation, but looks more like a white padded room brought to you by an insane asylum. It has a thick, heavy metal beam that runs the cross length of the room speckled with ceiling texture putty and orange-brown rust. You can hear the sounds of popping, clicking and shuffling noises and the faint sound of flickering lights as if someone was scurrying around looking for something important.
As I scan my eyes over the unsettling whitish-gray house-siding shelves, I see a variety of things that catch my eye. At the same time, the air is inundated with the smell of minerals and mixtures of metal objects and tools. Loosely thrown about the shelves and in boxes and plastic containers, are stainless-steel arrow staples, bright brass-finished hinge door stops, zinc-plated cabinet screws, brass-plated hooks, brass and copper nuts, bolts and screws of all kinds.
There are tool boxes, wrenches, screw-drivers, long metal yardsticks, drills and bits, jewelry polish and spray paints. There’s a large, roughly rusting metal sickle, a massive light brown wooden spool, which once held a large line of cable. I keep scanning across the enclosed room, peering towards the top shelves near the padded ceiling space, I see spotted paint buckets, empty shoe boxes, blue and green milk crates, water jugs, and taupe floor tiles. Sitting alone in the cracked, white, brick walled corner sits an ancient abandoned vacuum sweeper.
The floor of this room is pulsing with a cold lifeless energy. There’s a plot that marks the area where it had been filled in with six feet of grainy concrete that preserved a buried staircase which crawled steeply downward into another room. The outline of the plot is rectangular in shape and covers about a 3x5 foot area. Around the edges of the rectangular design it appears cracked and split, like water-logged paint that has bubbled up and baked out in the sun for days.
Here is a local music talent and friend, Mathew J. Rygol: RygolBeatz - Omaha, NE and Las Vegas, Nevada.. enjoy your face off to these beatz!
http://soundcloud.com/rygol/tracks?page=1
Deep Bass Driven RygolBeatz. Lets Go on the random roller coaster through soundwaves ;) NEVER know what youll end up hearing :) Not only passionate about production, Everyday spent is another day towards my Dreams <3 High energy-Work Flow, even more high energy live performance with an akai apc40. Cant quite put my foot on which genre i play..I love taking my audience through a unique spectrum of beats, sounds, and stories..STAY TUNED for my best yet ;)
http://soundcloud.com/rygol/chase-the-rabbit-live-jam