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:

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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.

I’m glad that I at least clarified I meant the TV show when I mentioned The Simpsons. There’s so many other “The Simpsons” people could have gotten that confused with. The OJ trial was pretty huge at the time so I suppose it’s good I put that on there,  otherwise someone may have showed up wearing tight gloves and tried to behead me instead of jam (although considering some of the total wankers I met up with I at least could have instantly packed up and ran off had that been the case).How times have changed (as have my choices of words). I see that I wasn’t a very big fan of what was labeled “alternative music” back then. This is like looking at yearbook pictures. It’s cute to see but I’m very glad I’m all grows up now. Little did I know it would be 5-6 more years before Iced Ink finally came along and said “HERE I AM!”