This is the side window of Amoeba Records on the corner of Telegraph & Haste. For 15 years they had a laminated copy of a San Francisco Chronicle article in the window. The article was about this CD I recorded in 1994. The headline was “Surprise Local Hit CD,” or something like that. With a color photo of me, Duncan and the Hate Man standing in front of Amoeba Records with copies of the CD. They sold a ton of copies of the CD at Amoeba Records. Which I guess is why they had the article posted in the window.
For years I walked by that corner. Thousands of times. My main hang-out spot, my vending table, was right across the street. And every time I passed by the window I would look at the article out of the corner of my eye. It was like a talisman. Like a sign that I belonged here. This was MY scene. But with this other weird twist. Over the 15 year period, I kept aging, kept looking older. But the photo of me kept looking the same. So, over the years, it was like actually watching myself aging before my eyes. As my past self, the 1994 Ace Backwords, kept drifting farther and farther into the past.
Then one day, I walked by Amoeba Records and looked up at the window and the article was gone. They had taken it down. And I thought: “Fuck. I’m gone.” And I felt sad. And strangely diminished.
I guess fame is fleeting. Especially local hit type fame.