I’ve been trying to remember the name of the singing, guitar-playing serenader who wandered from table to table at the California Clipper from around 8:30 till the show started on Saturdays. It occurred to me that I never actually throw anything away, just stuff it into my filing cabinet in no particular order, so I thought I’d poke around and see if I could find one of the flyers with his name on it.
The first file I opened looked like paydirt: right in front were two issues of HOLLER, the Chicago rockabilly zine. I stole one of Sammy’s juice boxes, put on The Jungle Book to distract him, and sat down to look through the mass of papers that I presumed to be from 2001-ish.
Here is what I found all in one single file:
- The aforementioned two issues of HOLLER, from December 2001 and March 2002.
- Comatose by Stephanie, which she gave me around Christmas 1997.
- A birthday card from my mother, year unknown.
- A print-out of some Buffy the Vampire Slayer fan fiction (“Spike Lying Naked On A Chenille Rug, Part Five” by Valerie). 2001-ish.
- A card from my father listing items in a care package, from February 1998.
- This poem that I must have written in the summer of 1996:
I don’t think Houston Street
is all that sleazy
Actually I like the Latino men
who talk to me
when I walk past them
as if they know me
It’s nice — I see them every day
I buy my groceries from them
They smile like they’d maybe like
for me to meet their sons
I don’t know — it’s funny
It’s nice to have someone to talk to
before I climb the 4 flights of stairs
to my apartment
- A letter from Nell from 1997 with a book called Decadence Nothing.
- A hand-written, unfinished scene from a play (or possible screenplay) about someone named Jo and some punks asleep on her floor. No clues as to the date, but I’d guess early- to mid-90s.
- A skit called “The Opposite Sex” that I did with Andrew Bostwick at Powell House, circa 1994.
- The crew list from Ties To Rachel, on which my name is misspelled. Summer 1996.
- The Hate Journal, by me, which I am afraid to open but believe to be a series of poems and stories about someone I was not very fond of. Probably fall 1997.
- The playlist of a mix tape I made for Will a very long time ago.
- A xeroxed sheet that I presume is from my Post-Colonial Text class (spring 1998), called “Chronology 1820-1860.”
- A type-written story with no author listed. I think probably Nell, as one of the characters is named Merrick and she was in a wee bit of an Anne Rice phase back when we exchanged fiction all the time. Which was approximately 1995.
- A tablet of very pretty lined paper with card scores for me and Yojo (probably Canasta or Rummy) written in red pen on the back. Circa 2000.
- A tear sheet of the Ask mama Yoj column and Spiky & Cueball comic from the December 8, 1997 issue of the Antioch Record.
I am in awe of myself. Truly.