kip isn't one of my biggest fans. back around 1990, i produced a few flyers for winger. that was the beginning of the digital publishing age. i had moved beyond physically cutting & pasting halftones, but still had to send photographs out to service bureaus to get scanned into digital files, which i would place into a digital layouts. it was not common for designers to have their own scanners as professional ones were in the $5,000+ range. a designer i was working with at the time, just bought one of the first, less-expensive, consumer models. he insisted that the quality would be plenty good enough for the small b/w image i was including on the flyer & that i would save lots of money if he did the scan. the result was this conversation when i met kip for the first time:
me: hi kip, i'm cyndy poon from fan asylum.
kip: did you make this flyer? it looks like shit! it looks like "meet the beatles" or something.
me:
fast forward 12 years later. i go to a winger/cinderella/poison/faster pussycat show at konocti harbor. i'm hanging out on a deck behind winger's dressing rooms, enjoying the view of the water. there aren't many people around & i'm not in anyone's way. i get this creepy feeling that someone's watching me. i glance over my shoulder & see kip, sitting a few tables away, staring at me. he has no idea who i am or why i'm there, so i thought i'd leave & give him a little privacy, as it seems like i was making him uncomfortable. as i start walking towards the exit he gets up, cuts me off & blocks the doorway. the next conversation goes like this:
kip: you look familiar. we've met before.
me: hi kip, i'm cyndy poon from fan asylum.
kip: you're still in business?!?
me:
despite this double-dose of humiliation, i still like his music.