Some of my 80s-era punk flyers are on loan to this upcoming exhibit at the Corcoran Gallery of Art. After stints of homelessness, bad boyfriends, psycho roommates, college and years of transience, it’s interesting to step back and see what survives. Records bands have given me, set lists from my first shows, flyers my friends and I handmade together–these things I’ll never sell. I don’t mind sharing them in this way, though. It’s comforting to think anyone else still cares about the same things. It gives me hope for the book I’m working on now: Live at the Safari Club (an oral history of a venue which begins in 80s-era Washington, DC). It’s an honor and a joy.