As my Mom was leaving last night she pulled this out of her purse, saying she had a drawer full of my things.

I was part of a band in high school was called The Neglekted Few (you know, the Byrds, The Tymes, The Elastik Band, The… none of us knew how to spell). We played soul and pop covers of the day. Like many back in that day I was infatuated with psychedelic typography (even though my aversion to anything actually psychedelic was constantly, amusingly noted) and I was always trying my incapable hand at my version of the art. (Who knew at 15 that I’d spend a lot more of my future on the graphics than on the music itself?)

Phil Alexander, “On guitar!”, Ray Frisby, “On drums!”, Rodney Johnson, “On vocals & tambourine!”, Brian North, “On bass!”, and I were the band. Rodney was my best friend from 10 on and our truly so special lead singer. Don’t know if this ‘card’ was my attempt to see if we’d do better as a led combo (a la Freddie and the Dreamers or Sam the Sham & the Pharohs) or whether —just possible— Rodney was asking for a better billing.