Frank hinted around, but because of that unhappy experience as a National Fan Club President, I wouldn't even consider it. At the time, I was listening to records and typing up the lyrics for cover songs so I could learn them and not forget the words onstage in the living room. None of those sheets survived the rigors of time. Some lyrics, I'd have to buy one of those magazines that had music lyrics of pop songs ... and just cut those out and stick them on a blank page of paper, which because I was cheap was newsprint brown. And I was too young, I wasn't even allowed to go to El Monte Legion stadium back then, but neither really was my sister, though she would sneak off and do so.
Buttons. I even had buttons made for the guy whose National Fan Club I presided over, with his picture on them. And I'd mail those off to people whose letters I particularly liked even though they were expensive ($1). And in the back of those teen fan magazines, were ads for buttons that you could have printed up with photographic images and even small perforated stamps with a photographic likeness of the artist (or you or your dog, they'd likely print anything just about) ... you could have your favorite artist's picture put on a stamp and then adhere it to an envelope. But those stamps in the fan mags were boring, they were all in black and white with a little neat border around them. Get my drift? Convergence.