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Anyone who knows me knows I've never been one to revel in the past. I'm the last one to cast a misty-eyed glance back at the "good old days". In my experience the people who take this angle are usually the ones who weren't there. Whatever mistakes, false starts and missed opportunities I've had the pleasure of having, I was wherever I was for better or worse.

This blog is not meant to romanticize any choices I made or any particular era. It's simply a place where I share stories and take stock of where I've been as a way to figure out where I might want to go next. I'll celebrate some people along the way, some of them you'll know or know of, others will be new to you. I'm glad to have known every one of them.

The posts are in no thematic or chronological order. The date at the end of the post's title refers to how the content of the post relates to me personally. I make no claim about the accuracy of my recollections I only promise that I'll be as honest and accurate as I can be. If you were there and you remember things differently than I do, or you find evidence that contradicts my memory (I wouldn't be surprised or upset) feel free to let me know.

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March 25, 2012

ZED RECORDS PUNK BADGE RECEIPT SAN DIEGO 1984

In the 80’s I loved mail ordering stuff from ads I saw in zines. Ordering records and gear from obscure punk labels on the other side of the world involved a leap of faith that meant putting cash in the envelope, a stamp on it, and then forgetting about it. Nine times out of ten things worked out…eventually. Sometimes a record that you ordered on the last day of school would show up in the mailbox on Labor Day. If you were uptight about it the wait could be torture. I didn’t really mind in most cases, it just made the getting that much more of a cause for celebration!

Ordering from a well regarded shop like the beloved Zed Records in Long Beach was pretty much a done deal as in you knew you’d get your stuff. It wouldn’t take too long either as it was just up or down the coast from where I lived in those years.

You could also be sure you’d get your correct change as this receipt demonstrates.

What difference does 2 cents make you might ask?

Well as it so happens, I invested both those pennies in a company based in my hometown of Seattle that I understood sold sweat pants, I got that part wrong: it was software they made not “soft wear”.

Those two pennies are the reason I can afford to spend all my time blogging about this sh-t today.

Zed Records receipt from my personal archives.

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