What's in a pile of papers anyway?

Once a month I have the tedious task of "purging me papers".

I discovered this time, I have a few things I don't normally have in the standard piles of paper.

A newspaper clipping from SF Weekly showing our upcoming gig at the Union Room. A scribble from Aja of Nico Vega when I asked her the name of her vocal coach "Katie Agresta", a week later Aja had blown out her voice and had to cancel 3 weeks of touring. A flyer for the worlds largest guitar ensemble playing "purple haze" happening in Oct at GG Park - I plan to be there.

A torn piece of my employment termination contract, a refund check for $4.00 - yes, I will cash it...that's a latte, a receipt from Mendell's sewing shop, all the goods I got to get back into sewing. All laying a top a book on music publishing I'm supposed to read someday.

A quarter note card, not mine, likely Dave's it ended up in my pile, some of the papers are sitting nicely on top a wool rug I got from Morocco, before the airlines started charging extra, you can see a little edge of a book by John Burdett "Bangkok 8" that I have been slowly making my way through, a photocopy of my passport, old business cards, a bunch of observations I'm saving for the day I'm ready for stand up comedy ... I like to call it "horrible truths about being an artist" a collection of the all the shit that venues put artists through to get "non-paying gigs"