The Hall Of Genius
2473 20th Street, Boulder, Colorado
Walls Of Genius headquarters, recording studio,
and mutual residence of Evan Cantor and David Lichtenberg (Little Fyodor)
September 1, 1983 to Valentine's Day, 1986
Walls Of Genius headquarters, recording studio,
and mutual residence of Evan Cantor and David Lichtenberg (Little Fyodor)
September 1, 1983 to Valentine's Day, 1986
1. The Hall Of Genius, circa 1984
Little Fyodor:
Ahhhh, the good ol' Hall Of Genius, back in the day, makes me happy and sad to see it…. Note the numeral "1" under the address. That was the apartment number. The basement was apartment 2. In picture 3, that's no longer there as both parts of the house are being sold together. I believe there was a building next door that actually shared the address but with additional apartment numbers. That was the building just to the north. Our friendly basement dwelling building mate Andy Brennan later found romance with a woman who lived in that building to the north and eventually moved to California with her.
Evan Cantor:
The house was actually part of an apartment complex. There was a basement apartment, plus a building attached next door. This photo was likely taken in the winter as there is snow on the ground, but it’s worth noting that, in Boulder, we sometimes get more snow in the Spring than we do in Winter. Coloradans wait, month-after-month, long after the high-country ski resorts have closed, while blizzards descend through March, April and May, for summer to finally arrive. One time, in February, I was playing my solo WoGGy version of “Secret Agent Man” via headphones in the livingroom for a guy named Peter DeBlank whom I had met at the Pachamama’s Coffee house open stage. It was a rainy day and the foothills to the north, visible from the street out front, were shrouded in cloud and Peter complained about how Springtime never seemed to really appear in this place. I replied that it sure was pretty, though, and he laughed. He didn’t care about pretty. Neither did our dedicated fan, Frank Zygmunt, who told me around that same time that he didn’t move to Colorado for the scenery, he moved for the people! No wonder he filled every window in his house with Styrofoam to keep the heat in or out, depending on the season. No view from his place! In my 30+ years of living in Colorado, I have seen a blizzard, at least once, in every month of the year. This is primarily due to the variation in elevations, from 5000 feet on the plains to 14,000 feet at the highest mountains. One time Robin and I were headed six miles up a trail in Rocky Mountain National Park during the Fourth-of-July holiday. It started snowing and when we got to our designated campsite, it was already occupied by some guys who had no permit for it. We had the permit, so we wanted them gone. They were in the middle of eating their dinner, so we had to wait for them to finish their dinner and then pack up their stuff before we could set up our camp and have dinner ourselves. All the time, it was snowing great guns. We woke up to about six inches on the ground and the mountains entirely clouded over, so we just hiked back out. Another time, we drove up to Mount Evans National Recreation Area on August 15 (wedding anniversary), only to find a blizzard raging at Summit Lake (12,000” elev) and the road to the summit (14,000”) closed. We got out and put on our parkas (every car in Colorado should have emergency parkas in it) and took a walk around, highly amused by all the people in shorts and t-shirts getting out of their cars, horrified by the weather. It was summer-time down in Denver. These two instances account for my July and August blizzard experiences in Colorado.
Little Fyodor:
Ahhhh, the good ol' Hall Of Genius, back in the day, makes me happy and sad to see it…. Note the numeral "1" under the address. That was the apartment number. The basement was apartment 2. In picture 3, that's no longer there as both parts of the house are being sold together. I believe there was a building next door that actually shared the address but with additional apartment numbers. That was the building just to the north. Our friendly basement dwelling building mate Andy Brennan later found romance with a woman who lived in that building to the north and eventually moved to California with her.
Evan Cantor:
The house was actually part of an apartment complex. There was a basement apartment, plus a building attached next door. This photo was likely taken in the winter as there is snow on the ground, but it’s worth noting that, in Boulder, we sometimes get more snow in the Spring than we do in Winter. Coloradans wait, month-after-month, long after the high-country ski resorts have closed, while blizzards descend through March, April and May, for summer to finally arrive. One time, in February, I was playing my solo WoGGy version of “Secret Agent Man” via headphones in the livingroom for a guy named Peter DeBlank whom I had met at the Pachamama’s Coffee house open stage. It was a rainy day and the foothills to the north, visible from the street out front, were shrouded in cloud and Peter complained about how Springtime never seemed to really appear in this place. I replied that it sure was pretty, though, and he laughed. He didn’t care about pretty. Neither did our dedicated fan, Frank Zygmunt, who told me around that same time that he didn’t move to Colorado for the scenery, he moved for the people! No wonder he filled every window in his house with Styrofoam to keep the heat in or out, depending on the season. No view from his place! In my 30+ years of living in Colorado, I have seen a blizzard, at least once, in every month of the year. This is primarily due to the variation in elevations, from 5000 feet on the plains to 14,000 feet at the highest mountains. One time Robin and I were headed six miles up a trail in Rocky Mountain National Park during the Fourth-of-July holiday. It started snowing and when we got to our designated campsite, it was already occupied by some guys who had no permit for it. We had the permit, so we wanted them gone. They were in the middle of eating their dinner, so we had to wait for them to finish their dinner and then pack up their stuff before we could set up our camp and have dinner ourselves. All the time, it was snowing great guns. We woke up to about six inches on the ground and the mountains entirely clouded over, so we just hiked back out. Another time, we drove up to Mount Evans National Recreation Area on August 15 (wedding anniversary), only to find a blizzard raging at Summit Lake (12,000” elev) and the road to the summit (14,000”) closed. We got out and put on our parkas (every car in Colorado should have emergency parkas in it) and took a walk around, highly amused by all the people in shorts and t-shirts getting out of their cars, horrified by the weather. It was summer-time down in Denver. These two instances account for my July and August blizzard experiences in Colorado.
Below are realtor's photographs of the exterior and interior rooms of the house as it appears in 2014.
2. With Large Privacy Trees
EC:
Wow! Check it out! They repainted the place with nice little red accents. The big trees were never there out front when we lived there.
EC:
Wow! Check it out! They repainted the place with nice little red accents. The big trees were never there out front when we lived there.
3. Front of 2473 20th Street
EC:
The porch! We used to spend a good deal of time hanging out on this porch. There is a picture of me (Evan) in the WoG Scrapbook posing with a snow-shovel wearing a Fender t-shirt taken on the porch. I can’t for the life of me recall why I thought holding a snow shovel would be amusing in some way. This was one of a number of possible ‘publicity shots’ that we never used. One summer there was a Miller Moth infestation in Boulder. There were a lot of lilacs on each side of the front yard and Miller Moths apparently like lilacs, so we had our own personal crap-load of moths. Miller Moths are dry, dusty things that appear to be made of decomposing paper from the previous century and they flit about like insane escapees from Hell. There were so many of them that you couldn’t open and close the front door without a cloud of moths coming into the house. You’d open the door and try to fly in or out as quickly as you could without any moths flying in or out with you, a mostly unsuccessful effort.
EC:
The porch! We used to spend a good deal of time hanging out on this porch. There is a picture of me (Evan) in the WoG Scrapbook posing with a snow-shovel wearing a Fender t-shirt taken on the porch. I can’t for the life of me recall why I thought holding a snow shovel would be amusing in some way. This was one of a number of possible ‘publicity shots’ that we never used. One summer there was a Miller Moth infestation in Boulder. There were a lot of lilacs on each side of the front yard and Miller Moths apparently like lilacs, so we had our own personal crap-load of moths. Miller Moths are dry, dusty things that appear to be made of decomposing paper from the previous century and they flit about like insane escapees from Hell. There were so many of them that you couldn’t open and close the front door without a cloud of moths coming into the house. You’d open the door and try to fly in or out as quickly as you could without any moths flying in or out with you, a mostly unsuccessful effort.
4. Front Porch.
LF:
Evan did a lot of spray painting of cassette casings and labels on this porch.
LF:
Evan did a lot of spray painting of cassette casings and labels on this porch.
5. Front Door and Entry
6. Front Door and Entry (inside)
EC:
This is the room where, as I recall, David hung a loaf of bread shaped like a breast with a nipple on the wall. I never liked that loaf of bread, but, hey, he had just as much right to hang artworks on the wall as I did.
EC:
This is the room where, as I recall, David hung a loaf of bread shaped like a breast with a nipple on the wall. I never liked that loaf of bread, but, hey, he had just as much right to hang artworks on the wall as I did.
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This room is where Leo Goya was photographed with my Walls Of Genius sport-coat and a picture of Minor Hall from University of Virginia on the wall behind him (WoG Scrapbook).
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David appears in a photograph at the same spot, apparently incensed by the image of Minor Hall, which was given to me, I think, by Will McGurn, one of our fraternity brothers who had visited. This picture of David, also in the scrapbook, was a faux ‘publicity shot’ that we never used.
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7. Living Room Off Entry.
LF:
I see they removed the carpet entirely from the living room. Yeah, we had a thick, shag carpet there that was interminably filthy. Evan complains about it and blames it on me. Whatever. I don't doubt he made more of an effort to clean it than I did, though I did once borrow some professional vacuum cleaner from the overnight cleaning crew at the hotel I worked the graveyard shift at. A member of the crew accompanied the appliance and commented on my work, saying, "You have poor technique, but you understand that there's dirt down there." I thought that was pretty funny!
I had to move out mid-lease in early 1988 and tried to sublet the place, and the first people who looked at it were a couple of college students who commented on the living room's "potential" -- a friend warned me that was code for partying potential! A new owner took over right at that time and immediately replaced the carpet. Next thing he did was raise the rent on me, but I refused to pay the increase. After all, I was only on the hook for anything cause of the lease I signed. But that was a good move, getting rid of that carpet…
We used this area for some musical activities, but mostly we used the more northern section of our living room (behind you from this view), which seems to now be setup as bedroom # 1. We once took a wacky photo shoot, with Evan doing most of the shooting, that I associate with this area. I think some of the photos taken that day are still on display on my LittleFyodor.com page [go to Fyodor's website and once inside, click on the PHOTOS tab]. I remember Andrea DiNapoli was there and Evan took some less goofy, nicely-posed photos of her.
LF:
I see they removed the carpet entirely from the living room. Yeah, we had a thick, shag carpet there that was interminably filthy. Evan complains about it and blames it on me. Whatever. I don't doubt he made more of an effort to clean it than I did, though I did once borrow some professional vacuum cleaner from the overnight cleaning crew at the hotel I worked the graveyard shift at. A member of the crew accompanied the appliance and commented on my work, saying, "You have poor technique, but you understand that there's dirt down there." I thought that was pretty funny!
I had to move out mid-lease in early 1988 and tried to sublet the place, and the first people who looked at it were a couple of college students who commented on the living room's "potential" -- a friend warned me that was code for partying potential! A new owner took over right at that time and immediately replaced the carpet. Next thing he did was raise the rent on me, but I refused to pay the increase. After all, I was only on the hook for anything cause of the lease I signed. But that was a good move, getting rid of that carpet…
We used this area for some musical activities, but mostly we used the more northern section of our living room (behind you from this view), which seems to now be setup as bedroom # 1. We once took a wacky photo shoot, with Evan doing most of the shooting, that I associate with this area. I think some of the photos taken that day are still on display on my LittleFyodor.com page [go to Fyodor's website and once inside, click on the PHOTOS tab]. I remember Andrea DiNapoli was there and Evan took some less goofy, nicely-posed photos of her.
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8. Standing in Dining Room Looking Toward Living Room and Entry
EC:
To the right is the staircase down to the basement. When we lived here, this was permanently locked. David has provided a good description of who lived down there. David mentions the night we came home to find smoke billowing out the windows. We called 911 and then began carting all our musical equipment out onto the front yard. It was the guys in the basement apartment who almost lit the house on fire. They had left a “roach” burning on their couch and it was the couch that was smoking so much. The landlord was ready to evict them after this, but they begged us to be able to stay and we relented. So they got to stay. Ever after that, my Boulder High School letter-jacket smelled like a barbecued bratwurst for the rest of its useful life. Robin and I called it my “sausage shop” jacket. I had obtained the Purple-and-Orange letter jacket at a thrift store in town. One time, at a party, I was wearing the jacket and somebody said to me “I don’t remember you at Boulder High.” Duh! Of course not, as I went to high school in Virginia…
EC:
To the right is the staircase down to the basement. When we lived here, this was permanently locked. David has provided a good description of who lived down there. David mentions the night we came home to find smoke billowing out the windows. We called 911 and then began carting all our musical equipment out onto the front yard. It was the guys in the basement apartment who almost lit the house on fire. They had left a “roach” burning on their couch and it was the couch that was smoking so much. The landlord was ready to evict them after this, but they begged us to be able to stay and we relented. So they got to stay. Ever after that, my Boulder High School letter-jacket smelled like a barbecued bratwurst for the rest of its useful life. Robin and I called it my “sausage shop” jacket. I had obtained the Purple-and-Orange letter jacket at a thrift store in town. One time, at a party, I was wearing the jacket and somebody said to me “I don’t remember you at Boulder High.” Duh! Of course not, as I went to high school in Virginia…
9. Looking from Dining Room to Kitchen
EC:
You can see the built-in shelves that appear behind Leo in the afore-mentioned photo in the scrapbook.
EC:
You can see the built-in shelves that appear behind Leo in the afore-mentioned photo in the scrapbook.
10. Kitchen
EC:
This was what eventually became, to me, “The Sacrifice Zone”. I’m sure I contributed to the horrifying reality that was the Hall of Genius kitchen, but eventually I avoided this room as much as possible, essentially handing it over to my room-mate for whatever purposes he might have had there. It has been completely redone with new floors, cabinets, appliances, new everything.
EC:
This was what eventually became, to me, “The Sacrifice Zone”. I’m sure I contributed to the horrifying reality that was the Hall of Genius kitchen, but eventually I avoided this room as much as possible, essentially handing it over to my room-mate for whatever purposes he might have had there. It has been completely redone with new floors, cabinets, appliances, new everything.
11. Kitchen Looking toward Dining Room
12. Kitchen includes Dishwasher
13. Kitchen has Large Walk-in Pantry
LF:
That pantry was cool. Old fashioned but very useful for storing stuff. I assume we mostly stored food stuff there as it's meant to be used for, but somehow I seem to remember Evan retrieving the Motel 6 brochure from there that he overdubbed a reading of on our Crazed To The Core track, "Motel 6"!
LF:
That pantry was cool. Old fashioned but very useful for storing stuff. I assume we mostly stored food stuff there as it's meant to be used for, but somehow I seem to remember Evan retrieving the Motel 6 brochure from there that he overdubbed a reading of on our Crazed To The Core track, "Motel 6"!
14. Washer Dryer Located off of the Kitchen
LF:
If memory serves, that washer and dryer were not there in our day. Instead, we used the washer and dryer in the adjacent building, which shared the same address and backyard and was managed by the same property management company.
EC:
We didn’t have laundry machines in the apartment. We had to go outside and down to the adjoining apartment building to use pay-machines.
LF:
If memory serves, that washer and dryer were not there in our day. Instead, we used the washer and dryer in the adjacent building, which shared the same address and backyard and was managed by the same property management company.
EC:
We didn’t have laundry machines in the apartment. We had to go outside and down to the adjoining apartment building to use pay-machines.
15. Main Level Bathroom
LF:
Looks like they've put in a new shower stall since our day. I remember trying to get the shower curtain to extend both ways the full extent it could go, but still some water would get out as I showered, even after I tried even harder after Evan began complaining of getting his socks wet when he walked into the bathroom. I could never figure out what I was doing wrong, but an enclosed stall like what they apparently have now is a lot more idiot proof! I "barked" my vocals for "Schleppin' Mein Strudel" in the bathroom, presumably this one, as I only remember one in our unit.
LF:
Looks like they've put in a new shower stall since our day. I remember trying to get the shower curtain to extend both ways the full extent it could go, but still some water would get out as I showered, even after I tried even harder after Evan began complaining of getting his socks wet when he walked into the bathroom. I could never figure out what I was doing wrong, but an enclosed stall like what they apparently have now is a lot more idiot proof! I "barked" my vocals for "Schleppin' Mein Strudel" in the bathroom, presumably this one, as I only remember one in our unit.
16. Main Level Bedroom #1
LF:
I think this was the part of the house we used as the main living room area, and if so, was where most of the magic happened!
EC:
Holy Shit Batman! This was the Living Room! This was the room where all our musical stuff was assembled, essentially our studio. This is where we had our musical parties, where we mixed down all our overdubbed stuff, etc. This was the room where the Hilton Sutton Apocalypse poster hung over my percussion rig (pictured in the WoG scrapbook). They’ve turned it into a bedroom, so they can charge more and rent it to more people.
LF:
I think this was the part of the house we used as the main living room area, and if so, was where most of the magic happened!
EC:
Holy Shit Batman! This was the Living Room! This was the room where all our musical stuff was assembled, essentially our studio. This is where we had our musical parties, where we mixed down all our overdubbed stuff, etc. This was the room where the Hilton Sutton Apocalypse poster hung over my percussion rig (pictured in the WoG scrapbook). They’ve turned it into a bedroom, so they can charge more and rent it to more people.
17. Main Level Bedroom #2
EC:
I think this was my bedroom, judging from the view out the door to the dining room and the doorway to the basement. I was a pot-dealer during most of this time. Some people might say that being in a band was simply a ‘cover’ for pot-dealing, but I was small-time. I would bring the clientele into this room to take care of business. Once I had a fellow who worked as a magician come to see me about a bag of pot. Somebody had referred him to me. He was a slick dude and I didn’t know him, so that’s always a nerve-wracking experience for a dealer. I showed him what I had. In those days, I usually had no more than two varieties of weed. The choices included dirtweed, Colombian Gold, Thai stick, Jamaican brick, and Panama Red, sometimes Oaxacan. I never had access to any Maui Wowie. Occasionally I could get Afghani hasheesh, marked with golden scimitars and the legend “AAA” (see my list of phone numbers in the scrapbook for my drawing of the logo). Well, I showed this guy whatever I had at the moment and he started arguing with me about the price, that somebody across town was selling it for less. I wasn’t making a lot of money off the weed. Mainly I was selling it to my friends so I could get my own pot for free. So I explained to him that he could either buy what he saw or go across town to the other guy and that was that. He bought a bag and I never saw him again. Just for the record, this was during the cocaine boom in Boulder, but I steered clear of that. I never “got” the coke thing and did not like the culture surrounding it. Dealing pot was more like fulfilling a moral obligation to your friends. You knew where you could get it, you knew people who wanted it and that put you in the middle position where you could be a small-time dealer. Which is all I ever was.
EC:
I think this was my bedroom, judging from the view out the door to the dining room and the doorway to the basement. I was a pot-dealer during most of this time. Some people might say that being in a band was simply a ‘cover’ for pot-dealing, but I was small-time. I would bring the clientele into this room to take care of business. Once I had a fellow who worked as a magician come to see me about a bag of pot. Somebody had referred him to me. He was a slick dude and I didn’t know him, so that’s always a nerve-wracking experience for a dealer. I showed him what I had. In those days, I usually had no more than two varieties of weed. The choices included dirtweed, Colombian Gold, Thai stick, Jamaican brick, and Panama Red, sometimes Oaxacan. I never had access to any Maui Wowie. Occasionally I could get Afghani hasheesh, marked with golden scimitars and the legend “AAA” (see my list of phone numbers in the scrapbook for my drawing of the logo). Well, I showed this guy whatever I had at the moment and he started arguing with me about the price, that somebody across town was selling it for less. I wasn’t making a lot of money off the weed. Mainly I was selling it to my friends so I could get my own pot for free. So I explained to him that he could either buy what he saw or go across town to the other guy and that was that. He bought a bag and I never saw him again. Just for the record, this was during the cocaine boom in Boulder, but I steered clear of that. I never “got” the coke thing and did not like the culture surrounding it. Dealing pot was more like fulfilling a moral obligation to your friends. You knew where you could get it, you knew people who wanted it and that put you in the middle position where you could be a small-time dealer. Which is all I ever was.
18. Bedroom #3
EC:
I think this was David’s room. In our time, it was bedroom number 2.
EC:
I think this was David’s room. In our time, it was bedroom number 2.
19. Den off Bedroom #3
EC:
David, did your room have a den? Cripes, I don’t recall any dens.
EC:
David, did your room have a den? Cripes, I don’t recall any dens.
20. Lower Living Room
LF:
The basement was locked off from us most of the time we were there. First guy there was an early and very sensitive sleeper who started screaming at us anytime we made noise after 9pm. Then there was a loudly sexual active couple whose loud sexuality we recorded and played during the jam piece, Blue Leos. Then there were a couple of deadheads who would blast Grateful Dead in the middle of the night, waking us up, especially Evan. Evan reported talking to them but they refused to change their ways. They finally got kicked out after almost burning the place down. Evan and I arrived back after visiting friends one evening to find our living room filled with smoke! We called the fire department and then moved all of our WoG equipment and tapes onto the front lawn! Then Andy Brennan moved in and the door opened. Andy played piano and even composed his own take on classical music. Once we had a Miracle jam down in his basement which was so much fun I broke one of Andy's piano keys! Andy appears on the cover of Son of Madness. He moved to Sacramento, CA and I once visited him, though we haven't been in touch in many years.
LF:
The basement was locked off from us most of the time we were there. First guy there was an early and very sensitive sleeper who started screaming at us anytime we made noise after 9pm. Then there was a loudly sexual active couple whose loud sexuality we recorded and played during the jam piece, Blue Leos. Then there were a couple of deadheads who would blast Grateful Dead in the middle of the night, waking us up, especially Evan. Evan reported talking to them but they refused to change their ways. They finally got kicked out after almost burning the place down. Evan and I arrived back after visiting friends one evening to find our living room filled with smoke! We called the fire department and then moved all of our WoG equipment and tapes onto the front lawn! Then Andy Brennan moved in and the door opened. Andy played piano and even composed his own take on classical music. Once we had a Miracle jam down in his basement which was so much fun I broke one of Andy's piano keys! Andy appears on the cover of Son of Madness. He moved to Sacramento, CA and I once visited him, though we haven't been in touch in many years.
21. Lower Level Bedroom
22. Lower Level Vanity
23. Lower Level Toilet and Shower
24. Lower Level Storage Room
25. Back Of House With Yard
LF:
On the left, behind the blue chairs, I think that's actually a separate building that had separate apartments, but they all had the same address and were managed together by the same management company.
EC:
Not shown behind the backyard was a dirt road that connected from Mapleton Ave over to Alpine Avenue. Behind the dirt road was a hill (an extension of the Mapleton ridge) with a bit of a view. It was on that hill that I first sat down on a cactus. I had no idea there was cactus in Colorado when I had moved here and was surprised to find it everywhere in the lower elevation mountains and the open space (prairie) parks around the city. The prickly pear I sat on was very small, hiding in the grass. But it taught me a lesson about sitting down anywhere in a plains grassland environment. Don’t eat the yellow snow, advised Frank Zappa quite obviously, but now: Don’t sit on a cactus! I was picking spines out of my ass for a week. When I was learning to ski (Nordic style), I would go out on that dirt road after it snowed and go up-and-down the short stretch for practice. It has since been paved (I think) and is a one-way alley.
LF:
I remember my car being stuck from a blizzard in the parking space we had behind the house that was only accessible via that dirt road. It was an 18 inch blizzard our first Thanksgiving at the Hall, and the regular roads were bad enough, but that dirt road, fuhgeddaboutit! I think I was stuck back there about a week. I also remember seeing a couple of deer back there once, and then seeing them jump over this ten foot fence -- which separated that dirt road from a field heading up the ridge -- from a standing start.
LF:
On the left, behind the blue chairs, I think that's actually a separate building that had separate apartments, but they all had the same address and were managed together by the same management company.
EC:
Not shown behind the backyard was a dirt road that connected from Mapleton Ave over to Alpine Avenue. Behind the dirt road was a hill (an extension of the Mapleton ridge) with a bit of a view. It was on that hill that I first sat down on a cactus. I had no idea there was cactus in Colorado when I had moved here and was surprised to find it everywhere in the lower elevation mountains and the open space (prairie) parks around the city. The prickly pear I sat on was very small, hiding in the grass. But it taught me a lesson about sitting down anywhere in a plains grassland environment. Don’t eat the yellow snow, advised Frank Zappa quite obviously, but now: Don’t sit on a cactus! I was picking spines out of my ass for a week. When I was learning to ski (Nordic style), I would go out on that dirt road after it snowed and go up-and-down the short stretch for practice. It has since been paved (I think) and is a one-way alley.
LF:
I remember my car being stuck from a blizzard in the parking space we had behind the house that was only accessible via that dirt road. It was an 18 inch blizzard our first Thanksgiving at the Hall, and the regular roads were bad enough, but that dirt road, fuhgeddaboutit! I think I was stuck back there about a week. I also remember seeing a couple of deer back there once, and then seeing them jump over this ten foot fence -- which separated that dirt road from a field heading up the ridge -- from a standing start.