Water on top of ashes on top of fire on top of my photographs of trips to Burning Man and Paris and Cornwall and of my family and lost loves and adventures great and small and on top of my high school love letters and on top of a button that came off of a couch while my first lover and I were fucking and on top of my Utilikilts black neo-trad black workman's carhartt workman's and black leather and on top my bed that I used to dream in and sleep in and play in and on top of the pillows and on top of the black mosquito netting and on top of the top hat that Alicia gave to me for Valentine's Day and on top of a circuit-bent drum machine squelchy, chaotic and perfectly fucked-up and on top of a sky blue archtop guitar that I bought after Jennifer left me and on top of my socks and on top of my Survival Research Labs nudie calendar signed by Violet Blue and the late Tim North and on top of a piece from the Temple of Tears and on top of three small pieces of the Rubber Duck and on top of a chip from the head of The Man and on top of books on anarchist pedagogy and books about the I Ching (how appropriate, The Book of Changes) and on top of every single issue of Cinefex magazine and on top of Ray Harryhausen's signature from when I was 13 and another from when I was 30 and on top of Speed Levitch's book "Speed" signed during one of his visits to Headless and on top of ash and more water and sludge and blackened, solidified masses of CD's and DVD's and ZIP disks and Laserdiscs and Syquest cartridges and Jazz cartidges and floppy disks - 20 years of data commingled into an ugly, dark strata and on top of thirty-plus DV tapes upon whose magnetic polarity was held the record of the conception and building and operation and dissolution of the Rubber Duck and of my dear friend, [and goddamn sonofabitch] the late "Wavy" David Crusen and on top of condoms and on top of bullets and on top of ILM year pins and on top of bicycle chain necklaces and on top of leather bondage cuffs and on top of black boots and on top of my High School yearbooks and on top of my hand-dyed yellow ducky robe embroidered "Slim" and on top of my pipes two churchwardens and two others including one given me by my mother for Christmas in 1999 and on top of a photograph of my father on top of a bicycle when he was nineteen or twenty-three and on top of a photograph of Lisa Drostrova and David Mullins at an ILM Halloween party when I was twenty-one pouting, sad and dramatic drunk on vodka to ease the sting of Khris Brown having chosen Purple over me and on top of my tuxedos and on top of my black oilskin duster permeated with playa dust after serving as my only shelter during the post-event storms of 2002 and on top of some charred stems of psilocybin mushrooms and on top of my remaining supply of Zoloft the chalky yellow pills swelled to bursting and on top of a poster showing Emma Goldman dogmatically rendered in the traditional anarchist palette of red and black and on top of a poster of my design commemorating the ill-fated (but glorious) Chaos Tugboat and on top of a .357 magnum revolver wooden handles burnt off as if as if they had never been there and on top of "The Manual - How to Have a Number One The Easy Way" by Bill Drummond and Jimmy Cauty aka The KLF otherwise known as The JAMM's and on top of a squat metal bowl containing loose change, guitar picks and lube and on top of wooden coat hangers and on top of a 21" Radius color monitor and on top of "The Decalogue" by Kieslowski merged now with "Grand Theft Auto: Vice City" and "Wings of Desire" and "Pa Rappa the Rapper" and on top of an Ampeg tube amplifier and on top of a video kiosk that I'd built from the Commodore 1084 monitor that I'd bought with my first Amiga 1000 and on top of an endless gnarl of cords and cables and electronic miscellany and a milk crate full of wall warts [good riddance!] and on top of all my old poetry written, as most of us do, during those "difficult" years of adolescence and on top of a motorcycle tail bag and on top of tools and on top of a 24" bolt cutter and on top of a desk I'd quickly built one afternoon ricketey and unsightly but which I was proud of anyway and on top of an unwashed dish or two, doubtless and on top of my red Clamper shirt and black vest, adorned with tin including a medallion depicting Emperor Norton I and a heavy, golden badge that read "Instigator" and on top of every backup CD I ever burned and on top of a "Hello Kitty" doll still oddly recognizable and highly memorable and on top of a box of casino chips from Amazing Larry's and on top of a whiteboard, ostensibly for to-do's but which had been wholly blank save for a squiggly black spider scrawled there by Nifer and on top of an Agfa scanner, now pancaked into hardened beige mush and on top of an oil heater, shaped like a radiator and - surpsingly - not the source of the fire and on top of a game of Monopoly and on top of a plush monkey hand puppet and on top of a deck of Oblique Strategies by Brian Eno and Peter Schmidt which, when drawn, read: "Not building a wall but building a brick."
What was lost in the burning of Headless Point Studios:
- Cafe Lola is now out of business.
- Three families who lived upstairs from Cafe Lola and down wind the fire lost everything.
The 3 families consisted of:
- 4 children between 5-13 years of age
- 4 adults in their 30's
- 2 adults in their 60's, one of which is handicapped
Please inquire about donating to them at:
American Red Cross - Bay Area Chapter - 415.427.8000
702 Innes is the rough address of the families.
- Aaron and Michelle lost everything.
- Michelle was a dedicated collector of costume finery, and lost 15+ years of antique silk, velvet and brocade and beaded gowns and dresses. 40s and 50s dresses, corsets and stockings and costume undergarment thingies that we all wear as outerwear... She lost an array of fur hats - some in the Russian style and pillboxes (just nothing with a floppy brim), soft capes. cloaks, coats and probably her collection of rhinestone jewelry... Sleepwear, robes, slippers, scarves, gloves, sweaters, and shoes and furs, and what have you. Her shoes ran from boots to strappy dancing sandals to comfy shoes. Her wigs are gone. Her bed and bedding are gone. Towels.
Michelle also lost some cookbooks - specifically a Joy of Cooking and Jeanne Rose's Herbal Guide to Food and some others she liked, and her Chilton's guide to a 1981 VW Diesel truck
From Michelle: "Looking for cheap long term storage for remaining bits that cannot or should not (smell too bad) go into the very small house I'm moving into. Preferably storage on this end of town." [Hunter's Point]
Michelle's sizes are:
- Shoes -9W
- Dress - 12
- Blouse/Top - 10-11 or Medium
- Pants - 11/12 or 33/33-34 (her leg length in pant is a 33 so opt for a 34 if no 33)
- Bra - 34C
Aaron no longer owns any Utilikilts, much less the 4 or so that used to live upstairs. Also gone are a classic Aaron tuxedo, random fetish wear.
Aaron's sizes are:
- Shirt - Large
- Pants - 32 - 33 / 34
- Shoes - 13
- The Shop lost:
- All their tools for a metal shop - that's everything from extension cords to plasma cutters
welders (lost 4)
plasma cutters (lost 3)
air compressors (lost 2)
paint booths (lost 2) including sprayers and various apparati
- 4 children between 5-13 years of age
For further donations specifics or questions contact:
Aaron Muszalski - 415.571.7764
Michelle Burke - 415.846.1077
Dan Das Mann - 415.595.1566
Serge Dureaux - 415.664.7882