From "The Memoirs, Volume Two" -
I was back in San Francisco
and enjoying my studio and generally pretty busy but always thinking of
what to do next, you know. It also happened that the San Francisco
“Forty-Niner” football team were just about the hottest team in the,
well, world, I guess.
Now, I have never followed
football nor found it interesting nor particularly sexy nor anything,
really, but the so-called “Forty-Niner Fever” happened to be sweeping
the city. I guess they were about to win the, like, World Series or
such, and I couldn’t help but notice lots of references to “Sweet
Sixteen” Joe Montana (that was his number), who was, I guess, star
quarter-back, or such, and lots of pictures of him in the papers, as
well as others of the team like Dwight Clark, a fairly hunky guy, a
black guy named Freddie Solomon and a guy named Craig Puki, which
sounded like a sexy name, to me at least.
And “Forty-Niner Fever” was
even coming a bit into the gay bars on Castro and Folsom and such and
they were all offering half-priced drinks during the games.
Well Sweet Sixteen Joe
Montana was everybody’s hero and you started hearing jokes about “sexy”
Sweet Sixteen in the bars and guys like swooning over him. I thought it
was all pretty stupid and decided it could use a bit of off-color
So I started cutting out
some photos from the papers and came up with a silly little collage
which spoofed the fever thing in the form of a porno advertisement. I
called it “49’er FOLLIES” and printed up a couple hundred on hot pink
Most of my friends thought
it was a riot, of course, sharing the same disrespectful humor I had and
laughed at the joke. I showed it to David, a straight guy, of course,
and he howled! He showed it to his real-straight business partner,
however, and the poor guy was speechless.
“He … He can’t DO this!” he stuttered.
“Well,” said David laughing, “He did!”
I wanted to paste them up
on the walls around the Castro Street bars and get a big reaction if I
could. Joy offered to help. We put them all over the place and got a
lot of attention and even a couple photos in the local press.
The gay papers loved it, of course, and
I got a little more reputation.
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BECKETT'S "HAPPY DAYS"