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Post by hankbriarstem on Jul 31, 2021 10:05:14 GMT -5
It seems like yesterday, or the day before, perhaps, as yesterday wasn't pleasant given an unfortunate cramp. Or it might have been 50 years ago. Time isn't a bottled commodity, the late Jim Croce's wishes aside.
Alan Jardine and I awaited a bus near La Brea, or perhaps Mundy Drive in Dallas. In any case, it never came as we had failed to wait at an actual bus stop. Instead, we were in a laundromat, near the coin machine, which I had hoped to pilfer. The incident was later modified into Susie Cincinnati, though the hairy Borax incident was sadly omitted and thus is lost to time.
"We're thinking of making a concept album -- hot rods -- which we would record in two days, one with Dave Marks and one without," Alan confided.
"Wait," I said. "I don't understand."
"Naturally," Alan replied. I knew to probe no further.
"Let's just say Murry has gotten great results from my advice concerning dental floss," Alan added, or perhaps subtracted. Arithmetic eludes me.
"Why not allow yourself more than two days?" I asked.
"How many members can we afford to goad into retirement?" Alan said. "Besides, we want to call the record Little Deuce Coupe."
"So?"
"Deuce, Henry. What does the word mean?"
Alan calls me Henry when he is exasperated. I prefer it to what Dennis used to call me. I had begun to get the picture, though -- Brian and the numerologist.
"Won't that be quite the challenge?" I asked Alan.
"Craig Breedlove averaged 407 per hour in a half airplane, half auto," Alan said. "It's the spirit of America."
I began to explain to Alan why it seemed foolish to set such a difficult goal to make a record album, but the look on his face told me his mind was elsewhere.
"I need to get to a phone," Alan said. "Roger Christian is going to love this idea."
My lone regret? In the excitement, I left behind a freshly washed and folded stack of boxer shorts.
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Post by jk on Jul 31, 2021 10:41:48 GMT -5
Hank, you’ve made my day (again).
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Post by hankbriarstem on Jul 31, 2021 19:31:21 GMT -5
I hope I didn't salt it too heavily as my taste buds have become moribund, at best.
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