An explanation of the 709 gravestone: in Austin (home of Sam Hurt) in the 1970s there was a group of cooks and artists who noticed that whenever they happened to look at a clock where they worked, it would be 7:09. With so much consistency they adopted the number for themselves, creating a kind of “709 Club.” The artists would incorporate the number into artwork – poster and flyer art especially. I worked at an Austin diner in 1990 that was built from the ground up in which 709 was incorporated throughout the structure.
I learned about all this in 1980 when several of the group discovered I was living at 709 West 11th St. and told me how special that was.
Knowing many of this group myself, I noticed a pattern of misfortune connecting the number with different members of the group; I began to regard the number as a curse and wanted nothing to do with it. While I was living at 709 West 11th, I was threatened with a gun by a guy whose girlfriend I was “dating”; I left Austin for 4 months to escape, and returned to live at a different address. The whole building was torn down two years later. Other people who’d embraced the number developed serious health or relationship problems.
Ida No over 4 years ago
Ah. Criminal spirits. They’re plotting.
sloaches over 4 years ago
Ah, the Uranium Savages headstone!
Vermont Premium Member over 4 years ago
An explanation of the 709 gravestone: in Austin (home of Sam Hurt) in the 1970s there was a group of cooks and artists who noticed that whenever they happened to look at a clock where they worked, it would be 7:09. With so much consistency they adopted the number for themselves, creating a kind of “709 Club.” The artists would incorporate the number into artwork – poster and flyer art especially. I worked at an Austin diner in 1990 that was built from the ground up in which 709 was incorporated throughout the structure.
I learned about all this in 1980 when several of the group discovered I was living at 709 West 11th St. and told me how special that was.
Knowing many of this group myself, I noticed a pattern of misfortune connecting the number with different members of the group; I began to regard the number as a curse and wanted nothing to do with it. While I was living at 709 West 11th, I was threatened with a gun by a guy whose girlfriend I was “dating”; I left Austin for 4 months to escape, and returned to live at a different address. The whole building was torn down two years later. Other people who’d embraced the number developed serious health or relationship problems.
Glad to see 709 is officially dead.
gopher gofer over 4 years ago
looks like a spirited discussion…