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[Verse 1]To say that it was unusual for him to be cleaning a closet is to understate the case dramatically. Only in the most extreme circumstances of love lost, botched or mislaid did the nest cleaning urge strike. At these times, the debris of his past become the most immediate casualty. Like a paleontologist gone mad, the strata of directionless existence were stripped from their resting places, examined, and, more often than not discarded with varying degrees of vehemence. Letters, pictures, notes, phone numbers scribbled on matchbooks, a q-tip covered in sparkle paint (don't ask). Several years worth of trinkets and stuff and nonsense. A cathartic release as elemental as elimination. Layer by layer, 'til the subjects became as remote as faintly-remembered characters in last year's best-seller.At the bottom of the pile, a cloth-covered hardbound book. A diary covering a four week period in the last year of his marriage.**[Chorus]Dave Sim’s Nineteen Eighty-Two Tour BookVintage memories and photos tooI’m flipping through the maps and notesTwenty-five cities visited by these twoDave Sim’s Nineteen Eighty-Two Tour BookWait why is there a lengthy digression on Chris Claremont?Why are there pages and pages of wedding photos?I guess we'll see what Dave wants?[Verse 2]He didn't reed the diary, just sat turning it over in his hands, riffling the pages of closely spaced scribbling. The diary had been his parent's idea. They kept diaries of Major Vacations like their Trip to England. So you won't Forget and can Relive it. Typically, he thought of it in commercial terms. A tour book filled with sketches and photos, a piece of comic book history. The tour book tried on several formats like ill-fitting clothes before being abandoned to some future day.[Chorus]Dave Sim’s Nineteen Eighty-Two Tour BookVintage memories and photos tooI’m flipping through the maps and notesFinding old sketches as you doDave Sim’s Nineteen Eighty-Two Tour BookEverybody looks like it's the seventies stillLots of beige. LOTS of BeigeStair too hard and you'll get ill.[Verse 3]The marriage had receded into those compartments of his mind reserved for periods of his life that could be encapsulated under a single title; Public School, Senior Public School, High School, The Unemployed Drop-out. "I was married for five years Barump-bump.and they were the happiest three years of my life".He didn't have to reed the diary to know that it would re-open several cans of worms. The fans loved the commentaries in his reprint volumes. Although they were self-serving, not well thought-out, and, consequently, embarrassing for him to re-reed, they were popular.He would get Karen to type up the diary and then decide what to do with it.[Chorus]Dave Sim’s Nineteen Eighty-Two Tour BookVintage memories and photos tooI’m flipping through the maps and notesAnd all the vintage interviewsDave Sim’s Nineteen Eighty-Two Tour BookEditing these things and finding fontsRemastered photographs colored correctI guess we'll see what Dave wants?[Verse 4]IN hard type it was interesting. There were a few confidants who red the typeset copy. They enjoyed it. There was something missing. Having the text typeset that quickly was a dead giveaway. This was not all it. Something was definitely missing. Until it could be located, the typeset pages disappeared into the bottom drawer of Karen's file cabinet.[Synth solo][Verse 5]Sara-bus was the name of the magazine. Her sister and brother provided the Aardvark and Vanaheim of the publishing company's name. When they realized that "Sir-ber-us" had been misspelled, he ad-libbed that Sara-bus was the name of the Aardvark mascot cartoon. Sara-bus the aardvark. It had a nice ring to it.
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Matt! I hope all is well with you. In case you or any of the SDCC attending AMOCers are interested, while the Eisner awards are Friday night, apparently the HOF ceremonies are held Friday morning (details below). Thanks as always, -Shane
































































