Every now and then our thoughts go back to our time in Ohio, where we lived out our early adulthood until our mother died on Thanksgiving day, 1984. This was back in the day when the gay community still knew what the word "twink" meant, because we were one. Luckily we fell in with a crowd of artistic punk-rockers in 1977, at a restaurant where we worked full-time. And they loved us so much they would take us out to the punk bars, in the Cleveland-Akron-Kent area. This was the only place to be at that time (sorry NYC). We were fifteen when we went to our first night club and was introduced to the scene. The next day we got a hair cut and threw away our seventies clothes. We were the talk of the town. Dancing and drinking to all hours, and one never showed up before eleven or midnight, and that, with classes in the morning.
We are a very social creature and hit it off with almost all the young men, women, musicians and, more importantly, the bartenders & bouncers. This is to say that we were in with the in crowd, fairly quickly. We won't mention any names right now; We are not a name dropper. But, indeed this leads us to the point of this gibberish: We all went by aliases, as was the fashion at the time.
We were known as Will Knott and we had two sisters: Shirlee Knott and Mae Bea Knott, friends of Lizard Boy & Spike Heel (both of whom had to drive to NYC to help with some set designs for the premier of a new television station called Music TV)....
These people and their chosen identities vanished when video, did indeed, kill the radio star by the fall of 1982 when the freshman class arrived in Kent, they loving the music without understanding the scene.
L' avant-garde est morte....
All of us moved on.
Sometimes we think about all of these insane, intelligent people that we knew then and the times that we had, the shows, art, drama and romance......
But mostly how we loved them.
We wonder where and how they are?
Sure, we know where Paul Bearer is, but then again, so do you all, because he made good.
But the rest of them?
How do we find them?
We never even knew their names, nor they ours....
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We are a very social creature and hit it off with almost all the young men, women, musicians and, more importantly, the bartenders & bouncers. This is to say that we were in with the in crowd, fairly quickly. We won't mention any names right now; We are not a name dropper. But, indeed this leads us to the point of this gibberish: We all went by aliases, as was the fashion at the time.
We were known as Will Knott and we had two sisters: Shirlee Knott and Mae Bea Knott, friends of Lizard Boy & Spike Heel (both of whom had to drive to NYC to help with some set designs for the premier of a new television station called Music TV)....
These people and their chosen identities vanished when video, did indeed, kill the radio star by the fall of 1982 when the freshman class arrived in Kent, they loving the music without understanding the scene.
L' avant-garde est morte....
All of us moved on.
Sometimes we think about all of these insane, intelligent people that we knew then and the times that we had, the shows, art, drama and romance......
But mostly how we loved them.
We wonder where and how they are?
Sure, we know where Paul Bearer is, but then again, so do you all, because he made good.
But the rest of them?
How do we find them?
We never even knew their names, nor they ours....
