A Barking Dog

I’m about ready to start to head down. I’ve removed nine full sized Hefty bags of clothing, mostly gig shirts. Some good ones too, they’ve just gotten too small over the last couple of years. Or perhaps I’ve grown out a bit. I thought about giving them to the shop rats at my pals next to the BBQ joint, but would rather donate them. They (or you) should be able to get them for a couple bucks each at Seattle Goodwill and the money goes to a good cause.

There were also more than a dozen file storage boxes, some dating back to 1988 and containing info from PA companies long out of business. There were a few boxes of my personal files from the building of the last PA company (the one by the BBQ joint) that has become the power player in this area and now tours the globe on a regular basis with select clients. It was nice to review how the four of us (Mark, Jon, Rob and myself) were able to pull it together with very few resources. It was very cool to be a part of that. I’ve started a series of shorts documenting it. Hopefully I’ll finish them soon. It was in the days before email for the masses. We did most everything by fax. Lot’s of paper.

Tours from years past, laminates, interaries, luggage tags, set lists. Hard to believe I squirreled all this shit away for the last 15 years or so. I kept a few lams and set lists and all the interaries, but the rest I tossed. I found two boxes of AES reprints and publications, including the excellent Dick Heyser anthology. I’m keeping those. Books. Books, books, books. I’m keeping my 104 O’Reily books though have sold or donated another 40 or so. Of course I’ll keep the now collectors item Screaming Life, Charles Peterson’s excellent photo essay that my pal Dansound gave to me a few years back. There’s also the note from the local band guys expressing thanks for the support for a benefit cause. Too bad one of them killed himself more than 10 years ago. There are a few notes and pics from the couple of chicks that sing and play guitar that grew up not far from here. They kind of paved the way for women in rock. Forgot I had those.

Moving is a pain, but I would have had to move anyway. When I returned from the last jaunt, I was met with a notice that the building had been sold and was being converted to condos. I saw that coming. The so called “luxury apartment” market in this area has dwindled and those building have been being converted to condos. You can buy your half mil one bedroom or you can move. I’m glad I’m moving.

In the next few hours I’ll be migrating the Internet services at Roaddog Manor to a rented server at Serverbeach. The mail will que but won’t deliver for a few hours and there may be some issues later tonight accessing A Barking Dog. By the morning all should be fine. Charlotte may be offline for a few days until I get down to Vegas and start to settle in. It’s a bummer because the guys that run the LAB archives now have been so lame. As for The Roaddog Forum, unless someone can offer a compelling reason to keep it, I’ll be taking it offline. There have only been a handful of posts this year and if people wish to use it, I’ll keep it up. But I don’t want to keep it up if no one wants to use it.

See y’all when I get to Vegas.

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