A flyer for the sake of flyering. I miss those multicolored copiers at Kinko's.
A little back ground for those unknowing. Between '93-'97 use to make flyers for shows that took place in our living room. From time to time we would churn out some propaganda to indoctrinate lost and impressionable youth (much like ourselves).
Get out your sticker printer paper and start making some stickers.
I still get a kick out of that red flyer (although we had them in a Rainbow of colors at the time). On its face it's a rather meaningless gesture but flyers like that signified our little patch of real estate on the cultural landscape. It reminds me of rolling up Battleground at 2 a.m.on the way to the country club to swim, getting the posse together to ride over to parties on Walker or Wilson St., or bombing down Tate on the last beer run—and having the cops detain us until 2:05 (on the pretext of a bunk traffic violation) so we had to turn around empty-handed. Nostalgia is for suckers but as I prepare to head to work at 4:30 a.m. I can't help but reflect on how good we had it. Ride on.
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