Th' Soulfinger Diaries: The Whiskey Pub, Manchester CT, 1.07.06
Very possibly the most unremarkable show of my career with Soulfinger. Aside from complete loss of voice. A question of counting the minutes.
"BTW" we went to school one year with that little kid in the lower left corner. Jeremy Glerbflerks or something.
He couldn't play the drums if you held a gun to his head.
An experiment I would dearly love to try.
posted by Bobby Lightfoot at 21:52
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Jeremy Gelbwaks. Looks like an anagram for something, don't it? Seriously. Weren't that strange, the day he just...walked...in... to our class and sat down. Hey -- isn't that...
His father apparently lost his fascination for the Hollywood Dream (and, who knows, a contract dispute besides) and just relocated his family to Reston, Vee-Yay. I sat next to him at baseball tryouts where some jerk-assed kids made fun of him. I made 'em shut up, didn't I just, with a threat to poke 'em in the snoot.
He was a terrible ballplayer.
zucyuz: Stage-door Annies' offer to David Cassidy
By the way: Susan Dey, 1970: Seriously moist rock stick, with soice turkey pettins. Would losh that 'un till the Spunt Hunt's over. Pass the Motrin!
vvkxqq: Exactly
mmm, Susan Dey.... alot to be said for the miniskirt.
Saw her TV mum in Elmer Gantry here recently, and I surely have yo say Shirley was yoice old school.
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