Well here I go. I have committed myself in deep here by arranging
to start selling items at a very nice Flea Market on Sundays. Something I never
thought I would do was going and set up. I am a consummate buyer of items of
Vintage and now it’s time to start paring down the pile to only certain items
of memorabilia. I love that word Memorabilia. The first time I heard the word was
in late 1978 in New York at The Mudd Club while I was careening around the dance
floor. I Bought the Import Single before returning to Michigan and played it
for all in those deeply intoxicating days. The words fit me well as I had in
the earlier year started collecting Vintage Clothes and Furniture.
And so it starts with the picking and choosing if the items
of memorabilia which I will keep, gaze upon, covet and then pass down to my children.
It’s exciting and violating to say the least, but I have a month to wade
through boxes and storage areas to begin the dance of selling my Memorabilia.
part of the lyrics............
I collect, I reject
Memorabilia
Memorabilia
I like little bits of glassware
Ashtrays with inscriptions
Plastic things on pencils
Bits of mass production
Postcards, pretty pictures
Little bits of plastic
Covering up the bedroom
To show you I´ve been there
To show you I´ve been there
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