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Attic Attack & Memory Well
Nov. 10th, 2010 11:15 amSpent more time up in the attic this morning. Emptied (well, consolidated) a couple of boxes. The contents of another are strewn all over the futon now. Overwhelm has hit, but not horribly. I'm taking a break to refresh my tea, clear the cobwebs, and wonder what it is about bottles that makes me wanna save 'em.
The one I've found and'll prolly chuck (recycle) is from my first ever Beach Blanket Babylon show in SF, circa 1983. I want to note it, b'c I've held onto it for this long, so it clearly mattered to me at some point. And now memories swarm back from that era, from that b-friend (whose art still adorns my walls...and my back - Danno gave me my first two tattoos, which worked out well, as I'd taken him to SF and shown him where to get his 1st one, and stuck around while he got it, way back when (1983)). Now he's got his own tattoo shop (and art gallery), Nite Owl Gallery Tattoo in San Diego, CA. He's still a Dear Friend.
The one I've found and'll prolly chuck (recycle) is from my first ever Beach Blanket Babylon show in SF, circa 1983. I want to note it, b'c I've held onto it for this long, so it clearly mattered to me at some point. And now memories swarm back from that era, from that b-friend (whose art still adorns my walls...and my back - Danno gave me my first two tattoos, which worked out well, as I'd taken him to SF and shown him where to get his 1st one, and stuck around while he got it, way back when (1983)). Now he's got his own tattoo shop (and art gallery), Nite Owl Gallery Tattoo in San Diego, CA. He's still a Dear Friend.
