Sunday, February 20, 2011

FREEWAY TO HELL.....

We were so very blessed when we came of age to be living and working in the Akron-Cleveland-Kent area of Ohio...
I appreciated every moment of my early journeys into said cities at night,  and had fun that is indescribable...
However, at the time,  we confused the extreme grooviness of the music/art movement there with adulthood...
That is to say, we just thought that this is what it is like to be an adult, (I was 15 when I went to my first night club, (a disco is not a night club in Ohio)),  and did not realize that the avant-garde was not everywhere and would be moving along,  shortly...
The people that we met in those days were amazing people, many of which you all know of...
But you need to understand that the people that you don't know of,  were just as amazing,  IF NOT MORE SO...
One of the divine ironies is that we,  us,  almost everyone, went by alias... We think no face-booking for us.

(last week we got one hit on a google stat searching for aliases from a previous post)


I was Will Knott, perhaps you know my sisters, Shirlee Knott and May Bea Knott?

But, Oh man, the shows we saw in small venues, the after parties, and it all sounds so pompous except for the fact it is all true.....

Bo Diddley standing next to me in a small bar asking us: "Is this band any good?".

We could still sketch Cindy's navel from memory.....

Enough for now....
Hit this link to see the B 52's that I met.
o-so-young -

xoxox
qw

8 comments:

  1. NOW,
    tell me, who?
    Who? Is more adorable than Fred, back in the day?

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  2. You really are a Fag, MJ, just so you know....
    but i was adorable...
    If only I could meat me, somewhere.....
    (I know how to spell, damnit!!!)

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  3. He's in my cigarette lighter er er....
    HELP!

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  4. T. for PP...
    Disarticulation..
    spell check does not even recognize this experience ...

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  5. I just watched it again...
    MY, How lucky was I....???
    am.

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