It occurred to me the other day that despite being fifty three years old and having a better than average memory, I have no recollection whatsoever of Wednesday June 19th 1985.
I began to ask about, firstly just my colleagues and co-workers at the office. I asked each of them what they remembered of Wednesday June 19th 1985 and every single one of them just grunted dismissively back at me, shrugged their shoulders or simply told me to “fuck off”. It seemed obvious to me that this was worth investigating further.
It occurred to me also that my father would have been retiring at around that date; he had worked in a bank in Hampshire in an administrational position, surely he would remember what if anything happened to Wednesday June 19th 1985? I got straight onto the phone and called him but my remarkably I hit another dead end in my investigation: Quite literally. My mother answered the phone and told me that my father had sadly already previously passed away already approximately about eighteen months ago previously before that. The only person I could be sure would remember Wednesday June 19th 1985 had mysteriously died of a stroke. A chill travelled up my spine, I knew then that I was on to something big.
My thoughts naturally began to make me start thinking; who would be behind the disappearance of Wednesday June 19th 1985? Who could make it happen and more importantly, why? I cast my mind back to the rich and powerful of that era, the two Ronnies of course were perhaps the most powerful. Ronald Reagan and Ronald MacDonald. I could not figure a motive so I let my let my brain ripen the idea further. Thatcher perhaps? All these names and dates were confusing me so I spent a couple of hours playing a favourite video game I got recently based around the exploits of a buck-toothed cartoon donkey.
Whilst playing the game I had one of those “Eureka!” moments. I threw my control pad carefully down onto a beanbag I keep next to the fish tank as an idea began to formulate…why hadn’t I thought of it earlier?
The internet. I would check the internet. Surely the World Wide Web would remember Wednesday June 19th 1985 even if no-one else did. At that point it had not even yet occurred to me that on Wednesday 19th June 1985 the internet had not yet been invented, that was how blinded by excitement I was. Luckily my blindness had not blinded me to one simple fact it took at least a minute or two to uncover: Stevie Ray Vaughan was supposed to have played a gig on Wednesday 18th June 1985 at somewhere called “Red Rocks Amphitheatre” in CO. I didn’t have time to check if this Red Rocks Amphitheatre actually existed, I was more intrigued that I could not find evidence of anyone I knew on facebook who had actually been to the gig. It had almost certainly not happened, the pictures posted online could be from any old gig anywhere so I knuckled down and did some extensive research on this shady “Stevie Ray Vaughan” character. Maybe he could shed some more light on this increasingly murky and sticky conundrum and if he couldn’t shed any light he might know someone who does. Another dead end: Quite literally. He had literally died in 1990 leaving me no opportunity to question him further, I felt sure he held the clues I needed but he had been savagely brushed aside and eradicated to literally cover someone’s ugly blood stained metaphoric footprints.
Upon learning that like my own father, Stevie Ray Vaughan had been swallowed up by this possibly satanic mystery I sank into a deep depression for several days and nights now I can not drag myself away from my video game about a cartoon buck-toothed donkey. Perhaps it’s better that way. Some questions are best left unanswered.
Satire of Investigational Journalism.