Daddy and The Senator met up in the Babylonian Bedlam and had a ball offering our services to the unemployed friends of our fine institution. The skies wept late in the evening but a little water couldn't ruin The Senator's night!! He hadn't had this much fun since the last Chris and the Gentle Dicks last reunion tour!! Luckily I took some photos of The Senator and his lovely new tattoos.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
I am sorry and sad that I missed this celebratory event. I love the title of Babylonian Bedlam a little too much. By a little too much I mean a lot too much. As I revisited that journalistic gold-mine created by none other than Daddy him-self on the Skid-news web-page, I couldn’t help but think that Chris and the Gentle Dicks, as it states in the article, is for rooms of good people and not machines. With the new iPhone coming out and Smart-Phones around every turn I have concluded that if we had gone to school in this new future that we live in, the beautiful Orchid that is Chris pouring hot-wax on himself would never have happened. The band thrived on the un-perverted gaze of the human eye as opposed to the perverse unblinking lens of the camera. I extend thanks to both Daddy and Senator; the former for revisiting such beautiful times and the latter for creating them. I think I learned more from being an audience member of Chris and the Gentle Dicks than I did in any auditorium on the ”Babylonian Bedlam” campus. Thank you Senator, thank you very much indeed. And I couldn’t help but click on this Skidnews article entitled “College is complete, now what?” http://media.www.skidmorenews.com/media/storage/paper1313/news/2010/04/30/Opinionseditorial/College.Is.Complete.Now.What-3915876.shtml Much love to all, and to all a merry eve.
ReplyDeleteDaddy, simply GLORIOUS. I am deeply saddened that I missed a personal Senate meeting with Daddy and Senator by mere hours. Although, Daddy, you had a valid excuse for being unable to wait for my triumphant New York return, Senator, I know you had nothing better to do but re-enact these and the many other pictures and concerts of your past alone in the time stuck town of Worcester, MASS. Sorry for the harsh reality, I just miss your man-vag something awful.
ReplyDeletePO-MO,
ReplyDeleteI can only offer retrospective excuses.
I did not realize it when I left, but not fifteen minutes after finishing the 1 1/2 hour walk home from worcester union station I received a phone call.
My man-friend of mass's father called to inform me his son was to be married the next day. I have only now returned from the ceremony. And deeply shaken. Deeply shaken. Deeply shaken.