September 1, 2010
Land of a Thousand Dances
Let your backbone slip. March 1955.
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- Rick Neece: I generally can’t smell cat-pee, unless it’s freshey in the litterbox when I harvest the...
- Deron Bauman: It’s a start.
- Joel Bernstein: The first of many things, no doubt.
- Deron Bauman: I’ll pick him up at eight. He may not like the way I smell.
- Michael Smith: Joel’s Dream Date: Phantom Menace; Cat urine cologne; Deron.
- Joel Bernstein: For the record, if you pay to see this, you are no longer my friend.
- Deron Bauman: Meow.
- Joel Bernstein: This must be why I fuck so many cats.
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- Joel Bernstein: Luca Brasi sleeps with the fishes?
- LaurenH: I’m with those who say get that girl out of that household. The father has now very effectively...
- Rick Neece: Holee sh..!
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- Rick Neece: For the gull-wing, I’m sure it would knock me in the chin every time I opened it.
oh, that is awesome! I love when you can see the adult human in the baby face.
And: You’ve even been in that room, Deron. So have Phil and Cindy. (The window faces south; to its right is that odd door opening onto the concrete porch/patio.)
Now I’m kind of sorry I didn’t dance while we were there.
“Everybody was KUNG-fu FIGHT-ing!”
What was really going down was I was gearing myself up for my encounter with Patti Smith twenty years later.
Lor’. I may have to post that OGWT clip.
I think I like little kid pictures of people I know the best. And wouldn’t you like to have that rocking chair?
I coulda had it, Carole. I coulda had everything in that room and more. But I turned my back and took just a few iconic — and portable — items.
Toward the end of the week of sifting and sorting, when I was entering something close to a fugue state, Deron asked a really good question. “Do you think there is anything that you really want that is still in here — anything you want to find?”
I couldn’t think of a thing, and I felt free to go.
Yeah, the chair might have carried too much weight. I understand.
swinging those hips like a good ‘un!
Sheila, I keep coming back to this and can’t find the words. I just love this photo. The little hands. The perfectly-bent knees. Rhythm and blues.
and the happiness.
It don’t mean a thing if it ain’t got that swing.
I’d like to see you and Patti Smith do a duet of “Gloria”. It would be very good, I think.
Thanks, Jan.
Somebody’s sins. Not mine.