In reply to TobyA: In a previous life I rode a bike around London for fun and money. Delivered a package to Nick Cave at number 40, Dalgarno Gardens, W10. Turned out to be one of my favourite Nick Cave albums. I was expecting some gothic castle frontage, but it turned out to be a mid-terrace council house. Nick answered my violent rapping on his door with a stripey-pajama smile and said 'What?'. I said 'Nick Cave?' He said 'Yeah?' I said 'Got a package for you from VirginMuteMotherf*ckers'.
I drew the little box out of my company-issued couriersystems black bag and handed it to the scrawny, pajama-clad person from Australia. He said 'thanks', and invited me in for a cup of tea.
I picked up one his guitars and showed him how to re-interpret the old blues classic 'Stack-a-Lee'. A few years later, a bastardised version of that song appeared on his 'Murder Ballads' album. Do I get any credit?
The point is this. Doesn't matter what you carry your shit around in. The only important consideration is how you carry your shit around.
Plane-Crash Chat: Want your shit to live on after your death? Buy Samsonite.