One otherwise forgotten early day at college, I was riding the Pierce Hall elevator in the company of a somehow imposing Indian guy sporting complicated pants and a faint whiff of cologne. A week or two later, this character - whom I suspect one could've detected Clash-worship in from a moderate distance - showed up at my door and The Sixty-Eights were on their way to rock and roll stardom.


A couple recordings, painted bass amps, musical student council election speeches, broken strings, punk-rock spectaculars, and real-jobs later, I'm either here in San Francisco doing whatever it is that I do or playing footbal (having gained 150-odd pounds and about 4 inches), and Nilay is apparently gadget blogging, still rocking out, and lawyer-ing as his rent hustle.

Sad to say, though, we've fallen out of touch. But lemons to lemonade, it's ideal situation in which to mail something amazing. And I ask you, what better to send to the technologically-savvy rock superstar than a laserdisc copy of Paternity, staring cultural icon Burt Reynolds? (I'd bought it a while ago when I found it in a record rack, but never tracked down a laserdisc player)


Long lost good friends and SFZero task completions are nothing to trifle with, however, so just in case ironic laserdiscs aren't amazing enough, we also tossed in a print out of that silly picture of Nilay and I (sentimentality, dark shades, and leather jackets: covered), a copy of the Bar Exam from The Sweet Cheat Gone (law interest: covered), and a couple recordings to prove that Sara and I are continuing the Hyde Park rock in S.F.

The first recording is a "cover" of Morrissey's "The More You Ignore Me", also featuring the singing, snapping, and clapping talents of Sarah Mac.


I think that recording leads wonderfully into a slapped-together demo of a song pieced together by Sara and I with extensive consultation from Sam. The lyrics are in "Italian" - the words, and a rough translation are here. Word to the young, at work, etc: the Italian is clean, but there's some (fairly loud) cursing in English on this recording, as well as some objectionably klutzy guitar playing and whistling.


I managed to track down what I think is his work address, so that's where this package is headed. Here's hoping for an equal and proportionate response.....