Indeed, yes, it is August. The Hot Time. Being, myself, a person of an autumnal-bordering-on-wintry disposition, I’ve been rather quiet through these Hot Times, as I have been quite busy hiding under a rock. With a parasol.
I have also been — if it is not, as the kids say, TMI — having some rather life-altering health issues this summer. I'm ok(ish), and hope, by fall high season to be in fine fettle, but suffice to say I have been spending rather longer in medical establishments than one might like for one's summer holidays. More on that, obliquely, in a bit.
Nonetheless, I have decided that it is my duty to brave the elements and effects of various medications to pop onto the blug with some weather-related remarks. No! Not just that! In fact, weather-related-remarks be damned! I have actual news!
News Item One: New Decor There are new handmade items at Keep Salem Odd. Specifically, there is a new range of wooden coffin trinket boxes for your hiding-small-objects projects and an influx of elaborate and cornucopian one-of-a-kind handmade “art” journals (and some other, more straightforward journals, such as handy notebooks with black paper and a rubber-bound number with hand-dyed pages).
News Item Two: Music and Stories There is now a sort of proto music section at Keep Salem Odd. Wait, wait, it’s probably not the kind of music section you you think it is. At least not yet. Though it will be someday.
Let me explain. Back in ye olde 1990s, I was in a band. It was called Rockets burst from the Streetlamps and we made music which was variously described as shoegaze, space rock, and/or loud. Long story short, we played shows, we made records, we drank to excess, and read far, far too much Anaïs Nin. You know, the things one does in one’s youth. There was much jollity. It was a time. It was the 1900s.
Why on earth am I bringing this up now? A good question! I will make up an answer:
The answer, part one: back in The Day, we never got round to making proper “merch”. We were very concerned (ok, obsessed) with packaging and spent all our sad wee band dollars on doing things like making custom boxes to put CDs in with letterpressed typography and making a colored vinyl 45. (OK, we spent all our sad wee band dollars on alcohol and hardcovers of Anaïs Nin's unexpurgated journals, whatever.) We never even made t-shirts. And the only stickers we ever had were ones that I got for free because I was working at WGBH (the public television station) at the time as a graphic designer and they let me sneak on a little design in the corner of a press sheet of stickers. Which happened to be neon orange. Not our aesthetic. But it was kind of humorous in a beggars-can’t-be-choosers-and-how-funny-is-it-to-be-begging-from-a-PBS-station kind of way. And in that way that us GenX people sometimes think things that are bright and ugly are very funny because of sense of irony is overdeveloped and incomprehensible to those of other generations.
In the 90s, it was hard and expensive to make merch. I could regale you with a 10,000 word essay as to why and about the beauty of friends working the overnight shift at Kinko's. But it’s your lucky day and I will not. Suffice to say that then, we were always a little sad that we couldn’t make cool stuff for our (absolute legion!) of fans beyond the records. But now, in our new century, technology (thank you print-on-demand and internet disintermediation!) has progressed so as to allow me to do so.
Yes, it is 20-years belated, but Rockets burst from the Streetlamps now have t-shirts! And stickers. And a trucker hat?! There’s a bunch of artwork, some taken from our old records and such, some reworked and some new drawings/paintings.
|