I’ve held onto as much documentation as possible pertaining to my musics over the years. Although I’ve stumbled across this exquisite specimen in my file cabinet over the years I just ran across it again and it suddenly dawned on me that dude, that was like, 1994. That’s just about two decades ago. Two decades (+1 year) was my age at the time of making this flyer. Let’s dooo the time warp agaaaaaain:
Remember these flyers with the little phone number tabs on them? And the unspoken rule of ripping 1 or 2 numbers off when hanging them to generate the illusion of interest? To all of you spoiled meddling lollygagging kids of today: this is how we advertised back before people sat in front of a home computer surfing the Craigslist in the comfort of their underpants and/or other preferred leisure computing attire (or lack thereof). You wrote on paper, took it to Kinko’s, and made copies… and then you’d drive around town hanging up said copies. That phone number wasn’t a cell phone – nor was it my home phone. It was a voicemail box I rented for $5 a month and would religiously check every hour to see if anyone called. I had to religiously check it because it was 1994 and the only way to know if you had a message in 1994 was via a blinking light on your answering machine… or if you took the high tech virtual voicemail route like I did you had to call and check.
