A couple of years back, I started printing up promotional stickers for my stupid blog with the ill-mannered and inconsiderate intention of furtively affixing them to walls, hard surfaces and municipal accoutrements all around lower Manhattan, much to the pronounced chagrin of the local constabulary and the easily offended. Ever since then, I’ve had stickers “on the brain,” as they say.
So, in the wake of the passing of Geordie Walker of Killing Joke (which I’ve written at great length about here, here and here), when fellow guitarist Mark Gemini Thwaite (he of The Mission, The Wonder Stuff and frequent collaborator of Big Paul Ferguson, Peter Murphy and droves of others) posted on Facebook an iconic image from the “Eighties” video of Geordie playing his signature Gibson-ES295, I was instantly struck with an idea.
I brazenly swiped Mark’s image and, comparable to my blog’s stickers, had a bunch of them printed up. A few days later, they arrived in the mail and I put into action the second half of my frankly very silly plan.
While, to my knowledge, Geordie never lived in New York City (beyond his native England, I know he spent large amounts of time in Detroit and finally Prague), Killing Joke certainly played New York innumerable times. I count myself fortunate to have been privy to experience many of those shows. In any case, my plan was to affix my Geordie stickers in strategic locations around the map wherever Killing Joke had performed.
As such, that found me slapping up my miniature tribute to our heroically bequiffed string-bender brandishing his Golden Harp near the former sites of likely haunts like CBGB, The Cat Club, Irving Plaza,The Ritz (both 11th Street and 54th locations), the Limelight and several others. I also affixed one to the gate of the former address of Subterranean Records on Cornelia Street, the basement-level record cave (long gone) wherein I bought the 12” single for “Eighties” just mere minutes after first hearing it across the street at my friend Spike’s apartment. Like I said, a silly mission, but executed from the heart.
In any case, when I started sharing images of this endeavor on Facebook, I was immediately inundated with requests for the stickers. As I repeatedly pointed out, I was not selling them, but merely doing this as my own small tribute. I offered to share some, but that resulted in a flood of emails from fellow acolytes literally around the world. Suffice to say, my supply is already dwindling, and that would be a fuck-ton of postage. So, I thought I’d compose a do-it-yourself missive, which is what you’re currently reading.
- Select your image:
- Click on over to Sticker Mule (you don't have to use them, but they're who I went with).
- Should you be low on funds (especially for a not-at-all crucial purpose such as this), maybe check their “deal” section, which routinely offers pronouncedly cheaper prices, if you’re patient.
- Place your order (they’re very prompt and provide a proof of the finished product to you before you sign off on your purchase).
- A few days later, you’ll get them in the mail, and you’ll be off to the races.
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