I pulled a spindle of blank/burned discs from the closet today in order to grab a blank CD to burn some tunes I bought from Bandcamp, and I ran across a DVD labeled Mark’s San Francisco 1990-1991.
OMG.
I thought this had been lost in the fire six years ago. Turns out the original videotape was a gonner, but the DVD that a friend had burned for me from the tape some years earlier had survived!
This was my one and only foray into making videos. I borrowed the camcorder (a thing the size of a small car) from work on a few occasions to record scenes around the city, knowing at some point when I was old and gray (I was 32 when this was filmed) that I’d want to see how things were backthen—fully expecting to still be living there today. Little did I know what the next thirty-six years would hold for me and the rest of the world.
It now survives as a historical record of not only bits of San Francisco thirty-six years ago, but also as permanent record of what my pre-cancer (the 2003 one, not the most current) sounded like…
It’s a bunch of random stuff that lasts about 45 minutes. The guy in the blue shirt that I zoom in at the Embarcadero Center is Mike, a boy I was dating at the time.
Anyhow if you have 45 minutes to kill, take a look. Be kind. Ken Burns I am not.
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