Gasoline Screamer

Walking around the streets of Budapest in the Summer of 1989, you may have seen this guy pasted to barricades advertising the new band in town, Gasoline. Working at a big ad agency before I fled the states, I had access to many stock images and this was one. I brought several with me to Hungary but everyone liked him the best, so he ended up our Gasoline poster boy.

I Heart Soviet Art

I took this picture with me to Budapest in '89 and all the people there reacted with a bemused disdain. Of course, they'd had this stuff shoved up their butts since they were kids but to me it suggested a certain resolute beauty and a singularity of purpose; something exotic to be coveted by a middle-class American like me.

23 No.1 1989

Wish I could describe just how and why I'm so drawn to the number 23 and one day I'll try. For now, here's a page from the Sentimental Sourcebook which I made as a personal reference to take with me to Budapest back in the Gasoline Days of 1989.

Artifacts from Budapest ca.1989

Magyar Józanság Jelképe 2012

Ted Fisher in Paris 1988

I Always did love this one of Ted.

This guy and I have been friends since we were 15 but it wasn't until April of '88 that we got the chance to travel through Europe together, from Paris to Budapest. So here Ted is on maybe our fourth day in Paris at a flea market, perhaps, or at The Basilica of the Sacred Heart or somewhere.

Love you, Ted! Hope your continuing travels find you well.

HS7 : Slight Rethink 2010

Hungarian Kids’ Game

But God only knows which one or how you play it.
I’m not even sure how I have these.