A small notepad created by Acme Eyelet & Stamping Co., St. Charles, Illinois, 1978.

A small notepad created by Acme Eyelet & Stamping Co., St. Charles, Illinois, 1978.

One of many 1” buttons designed by the artist Chuck Jones for an exhibit in Oak Park, IL in the early 2000s. Hundreds of buttons featuring dozens of designs were spread out across a table. Visitors were invited to make a donation in a jar and take as many different buttons as they wanted. This button features Trent Lott, who as some may recall, made a bigoted comment at Strom Thurmond’s 100th birthday party in 2002.

One of many 1” buttons designed by the artist Chuck Jones for an exhibit in Oak Park, IL in the early 2000s. Hundreds of buttons featuring dozens of designs were spread out across a table. Visitors were invited to make a donation in a jar and take as many different buttons as they wanted. This button features Trent Lott, who as some may recall, made a bigoted comment at Strom Thurmond’s 100th birthday party in 2002.

One of many 1” buttons designed by the artist Chuck Jones for an exhibit in Oak Park, IL in the early 2000s. Hundreds of buttons featuring dozens of designs were spread out across a table. Visitors were invited to make a donation in a jar and take as many different buttons as they wanted.

One of many 1” buttons designed by the artist Chuck Jones for an exhibit in Oak Park, IL in the early 2000s. Hundreds of buttons featuring dozens of designs were spread out across a table. Visitors were invited to make a donation in a jar and take as many different buttons as they wanted.

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The mighty band Funkadelic sang in 1970:
“I got a thang you got a thang everybody’s got a thang When we get together doin’ our thing In order to help each other”
And with that, I’d like to announce that Public Collectors is now on Library Thing. I (Marc Fischer) will be focusing on books in my own collection on the topics of collections, archives, ephemera, creative collecting projects, material culture, and the various issues surrounding ‘stuff.’ If you are passing through Chicago and need to consult something, please feel free to contact me. You can see my Public Collectors-related book collection here. More titles will be added as they are acquired, unpacked, or remembered!

The mighty band Funkadelic sang in 1970:

I got a thang
you got a thang
everybody’s got a thang
When we get together
doin’ our thing
In order to help each other

And with that, I’d like to announce that Public Collectors is now on Library Thing. I (Marc Fischer) will be focusing on books in my own collection on the topics of collections, archives, ephemera, creative collecting projects, material culture, and the various issues surrounding ‘stuff.’ If you are passing through Chicago and need to consult something, please feel free to contact me. You can see my Public Collectors-related book collection here. More titles will be added as they are acquired, unpacked, or remembered!

The sexy side of Swap-O-Rama flea market, particularly for people that also have a bungee cord and barbell fetish. Taken this morning on South Ashland in Chicago.

The sexy side of Swap-O-Rama flea market, particularly for people that also have a bungee cord and barbell fetish. Taken this morning on South Ashland in Chicago.

If you’ve followed Public Collectors for a while, you know that Swap-O-Rama on South Ashland in Chicago is a special place. Here are some of today’s offerings. The real challenge here is to come up with a project that necessitates the use of each of these items.

If you’ve followed Public Collectors for a while, you know that Swap-O-Rama on South Ashland in Chicago is a special place. Here are some of today’s offerings. The real challenge here is to come up with a project that necessitates the use of each of these items.

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A Field Recording of Suzie the Chihuahua

I have always liked the idea of carrying around a tape recorder or digital recorder, collecting favorite sounds. I’ve never been much of a sound collector, however. There are always sounds I’d like to save, but I just never do the work to acquire them.

Recently I purchased a Zoom recorder for capturing interviews and events. When I get the inspiration, I hope to use it to make other recordings of things I’d like to be able to revisit - the sounds of my world.

This is a recording that I made on July 28th, 2014. It features Suzie, a long haired Chihuahua owned by my neighbor, in Chicago’s Avondale neighborhood.

Suzie is a rescue. She was one of 17 Chihuahuas owned by a mentally ill Vietnam vet. She clings to her owner Ted and barks fiercely when anyone gets near him. She does not bark to alert Ted’s wife, or anyone else that lives in their house, however. She is a Chihuahua that is faithful to one person: Ted.

This recording features the alternately delightful, sad, adorable, and pathetic cries of desperation that Suzie makes when Ted is visible to her but just out of reach. If Ted has left Suzie in the backyard and shut the gate so that he can do something in the front of the house, this is the sound we will hear. She will do this incessantly until she is once again able to stand by his side.

Disclosure: The photo used for this file is not actually Suzie, but a dog from the internet that looks a bit like Suzie.

An undated vintage tag from a bag of Hy-Vee Tea. This comes from a sizable fully formed collection that I discovered in two little cases at Swap-O-Rama flea market in Chicago.

There will be a discussion of this tea bag tag collection, featuring the one and only Kaitlin Kostus of Koshka, in an upcoming Public Collectors book. More details on the book, which will be published by Inventory Press in 2014, as it gets closer to publication time!

An undated vintage tag from a bag of Hy-Vee Tea. This comes from a sizable fully formed collection that I discovered in two little cases at Swap-O-Rama flea market in Chicago.

There will be a discussion of this tea bag tag collection, featuring the one and only Kaitlin Kostus of Koshka, in an upcoming Public Collectors book. More details on the book, which will be published by Inventory Press in 2014, as it gets closer to publication time!

An undated vintage tag from a bag of Super Valu Tea. This comes from a sizable fully formed collection that I discovered in two little cases at Swap-O-Rama flea market in Chicago.

There will be a discussion of this tea bag tag collection, featuring the one and only Kaitlin Kostus of Koshka, in an upcoming Public Collectors book. More details on the book, which will be published by Inventory Press in 2014, as it gets closer to publication time!

An undated vintage tag from a bag of Super Valu Tea. This comes from a sizable fully formed collection that I discovered in two little cases at Swap-O-Rama flea market in Chicago.

There will be a discussion of this tea bag tag collection, featuring the one and only Kaitlin Kostus of Koshka, in an upcoming Public Collectors book. More details on the book, which will be published by Inventory Press in 2014, as it gets closer to publication time!

An undated vintage tag from a bag of Super Valu Tea. This comes from a sizable fully formed collection that I discovered in two little cases at Swap-O-Rama flea market in Chicago.
I haven’t been posting much on Tumblr because I’ve been absolutely slammed with work on an upcoming Temporary Services project, as well as an upcoming Public Collectors book that will be published by Inventory Press in Fall 2014. The book will include a discussion of this tea bag tag collection, featuring the one and only Kaitlin Kostus of Koshka.

An undated vintage tag from a bag of Super Valu Tea. This comes from a sizable fully formed collection that I discovered in two little cases at Swap-O-Rama flea market in Chicago.

I haven’t been posting much on Tumblr because I’ve been absolutely slammed with work on an upcoming Temporary Services project, as well as an upcoming Public Collectors book that will be published by Inventory Press in Fall 2014. The book will include a discussion of this tea bag tag collection, featuring the one and only Kaitlin Kostus of Koshka.

A ticket stub from a Jon Spencer Blues Explosion concert on November 5, 2004 at the Metro in Chicago. About a day before, I went to get a slice at Santulo’s Pizza in Wicker Park. They had a stack of free tickets to this show at the register so I grabbed one. While their shtick has not aged well for me at all, back in 1993 or ‘94, the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion was a stellar live band. Their energy was completely off the scales. Within a few years, I thought the act got pretty old, and I stopped going to see them. Still, this was a free show, so I figured, what the hell? Unfortunately the circumstances were less than great. George W. Bush had just been reelected, which was extremely fucking depressing, and even Jon Spencer couldn’t refrain from commenting (abstractly, of course) that things were bad. The crowd at this show was jam-packed with frat boy douches, and maybe worst of all, Russell Simmons, who used to wallop the ever living fuck out of his drums, wasn’t really hitting very hard anymore. I think I stuck around for about 45 minutes and then felt like I should leave before I started feeling worse. An explosion of blues, indeed. I think I missed all of The Ponys’ set because I don’t remember it at all.

A ticket stub from a Jon Spencer Blues Explosion concert on November 5, 2004 at the Metro in Chicago. About a day before, I went to get a slice at Santulo’s Pizza in Wicker Park. They had a stack of free tickets to this show at the register so I grabbed one. While their shtick has not aged well for me at all, back in 1993 or ‘94, the Jon Spencer Blues Explosion was a stellar live band. Their energy was completely off the scales. Within a few years, I thought the act got pretty old, and I stopped going to see them. Still, this was a free show, so I figured, what the hell? Unfortunately the circumstances were less than great. George W. Bush had just been reelected, which was extremely fucking depressing, and even Jon Spencer couldn’t refrain from commenting (abstractly, of course) that things were bad. The crowd at this show was jam-packed with frat boy douches, and maybe worst of all, Russell Simmons, who used to wallop the ever living fuck out of his drums, wasn’t really hitting very hard anymore. I think I stuck around for about 45 minutes and then felt like I should leave before I started feeling worse. An explosion of blues, indeed. I think I missed all of The Ponys’ set because I don’t remember it at all.

A ticket stub from a 1990 concert by Alien Sex Fiend at Metropol in Pittsburgh. I knew little about the band but my roommate had seen them about a year before and said they put on a really wild show. He implored me to go and we went together. What we saw was one of the most disappointing and boring concerts I have ever attended. The band looked like they were in a drugged out haze and were moving and performing in sleep-inducing slow motion. I remember my roomie apologizing throughout their set and expressing disbelief that the same band he had seen before was playing such a horrible set. We both gave them a much longer chance than they deserved but ultimately left early.

A ticket stub from a 1990 concert by Alien Sex Fiend at Metropol in Pittsburgh. I knew little about the band but my roommate had seen them about a year before and said they put on a really wild show. He implored me to go and we went together. What we saw was one of the most disappointing and boring concerts I have ever attended. The band looked like they were in a drugged out haze and were moving and performing in sleep-inducing slow motion. I remember my roomie apologizing throughout their set and expressing disbelief that the same band he had seen before was playing such a horrible set. We both gave them a much longer chance than they deserved but ultimately left early.

A ticket stub for a Rollins Band show from August 9, 1992 at Metropol in Pittsburgh. Corrosion of Conformity opened, from that brief period when Karl Agell was their singer. They were pretty forgettable and disappointing. Likewise, while Rollins Band still featured the mighty Andrew Weiss on bass during this period, the Henry Rollins mystique had pretty well worn off for me by this time and I didn’t really enjoy this show. I remember that someone got on stage and tried to give Rollins something or touch him, and Henry pulled them over to a security guard by their hair. It felt overly aggressive and incredibly uncool.

A ticket stub for a Rollins Band show from August 9, 1992 at Metropol in Pittsburgh. Corrosion of Conformity opened, from that brief period when Karl Agell was their singer. They were pretty forgettable and disappointing. Likewise, while Rollins Band still featured the mighty Andrew Weiss on bass during this period, the Henry Rollins mystique had pretty well worn off for me by this time and I didn’t really enjoy this show. I remember that someone got on stage and tried to give Rollins something or touch him, and Henry pulled them over to a security guard by their hair. It felt overly aggressive and incredibly uncool.

Just as a Bud Light is not actually always worth it, or really ever worth it, going to a show just because someone gave you a free ticket, is also not always worth it. This was one such concert. The original members of the Germs sounded just fine, had good energy, and probably played a tighter set than they ever did the first go-round, but Darby Crash was too deceased to sing so they had the actor from the movie about The Germs on vocals. He was terrible and it just felt like dumb play-singing so I left after about twenty minutes. I love The Germs but it was a long time after this show, before I could enjoy listening to their music again.

Just as a Bud Light is not actually always worth it, or really ever worth it, going to a show just because someone gave you a free ticket, is also not always worth it. This was one such concert. The original members of the Germs sounded just fine, had good energy, and probably played a tighter set than they ever did the first go-round, but Darby Crash was too deceased to sing so they had the actor from the movie about The Germs on vocals. He was terrible and it just felt like dumb play-singing so I left after about twenty minutes. I love The Germs but it was a long time after this show, before I could enjoy listening to their music again.

A ticket stub from a Fugazi, Shellac, and The Make Up show in Chicago, October 10, 1995, at the Rainbo Rink. I have never gone to many shows that actually necessitate a paper ticket (I prefer small clubs and most of the shows I’m interested in seeing don’t sell out) but I do try to save ticket stubs when I get them. This was a good show but I always have gotten bored at some point whenever I’ve seen Shellac and I remember spending a chunk of their set playing Skee-Ball in the fabulous arcade at the Rainbo Rink. The Rainbo, which was once the home of the Kinetic Playground, was torn down eight years later. From Wikipedia: “When the building was being demolished in 2003, an assortment of human bones and tennis shoes were discovered in what had been the building’s basement.”

A ticket stub from a Fugazi, Shellac, and The Make Up show in Chicago, October 10, 1995, at the Rainbo Rink. I have never gone to many shows that actually necessitate a paper ticket (I prefer small clubs and most of the shows I’m interested in seeing don’t sell out) but I do try to save ticket stubs when I get them. This was a good show but I always have gotten bored at some point whenever I’ve seen Shellac and I remember spending a chunk of their set playing Skee-Ball in the fabulous arcade at the Rainbo Rink. The Rainbo, which was once the home of the Kinetic Playground, was torn down eight years later. From Wikipedia: “When the building was being demolished in 2003, an assortment of human bones and tennis shoes were discovered in what had been the building’s basement.”