The. Best. Mohawk. Ever.

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I'll give you a hint. I took it.
I was taking these pictures with my iphone and wanted to get a candid shot of Corky at Lucy's. Only problem...I was sitting next to him. So, I stretched my arms out and turned the phone around. I had no clue what I was shooting. This is what I got...
These pics are a miracle...the place was so dark I couldn't even see Jeff.
But I could hear him and he sounded great.
I introduced the two drummers...
They seem to be getting along just fine. Ah...drummers.
Jeff and his very cool wife, Judith.
Corky and brother John (as you know, he plays guitar).
The bar girls. I especially like the three hands that are visible. They say everything. Click on the photo to view it bigger and see if you agree. The one girl is almost breaking through her own skin...and enjoying it.
I took this of him this morning at Mel's, where we had breakfast.

It took a full year for the last bit of windshield to work it's way out of my head. I still have the scar on my leg.
The first picture I pulled out had nothing to do with CSNY or Canned Heat...
It's Jerry Jeff Walker - he's the one with the picture of himself in front of his face flipping me the bird - and a bunch of other people that may or may not have been in his band. They'd done a show at a Calgary bar called The Sports Page. I must have taken this on one of my trips home. I was hanging out with the owner of the bar and I think he actually paid me to take the pictures. His name was/is Mike Barnett and, after he was done with me and his bar, he went on to become hockey-stud Wayne Gretzky's agent, among others. I just googled him and it looks like he's now working with the New York Rangers. Maybe I should have stuck around.
OK...I'm staring at it...something 'm' 'Witch', then I found another slide that gave me the 'Salem' part. With a google here and a google there, I came up with Salem Witchcraft. It was all coming back to me. I found their myspace page which linked me to Arlen Rocks. Arlen. I remember Arlen! Shit. He was the guitar player! The guy in the picture above. Totally remember him. I wonder if he'll remember me. I'm going to email him and find out.
Arlen could jump.
Arlen liked to jump.
And they even had their own streaker. Not quite big enough to be The Bear. Too bad.
Bob Hite
As you can see in the picture I'm 'following' no one, I have no 'followers' and I've made 0 'updates'...whatever all that means. Oh, I know...it means I've done nothing. And do you know why I've done nothing? Because I've come down with Twitter Paralysis. It's the latest malady that I'm sure the prescription drug companies have already designed a pill for. I liken it the Restless Leg Syndrome. Anyway, I'm on the jumping off point of the learning curve and I don't have a clue. Go ahead and laugh. I hear the echoing..."ha, ha, ha... a two year old could do it."
My sentiments exactly.
That's hostess Shawna second from the left dazzling us in her stunning blue gown.
That's it from Hollywood. Now go out and make your own Oscar® winning film. That's what I'm going to do.
John Fahey
That will be all. Class dismissed.
And now the one that can remain imprinted on your brain...
At least between the backstage stuff, this photo and maybe two others, the night wasn't a total loss. BTW, I only shot a total of 30 frames on Mr. Feliciano.
One of the desks had been an eye sore standing upright on my front porch for a few weeks, waiting for me to sell it or whatever. On Saturday I finally threw an ad up on the FREE section of Craigslist and immediately got responses. The first guy that was going to come by lost his ride. Then someone else didn't show. We ended up putting them on the street next to the curb on Sunday. But everybody flaked. Nobody came to take them away.
...by a woman in a Nissan. How did this happen? She seemed pretty disoriented. She asked me what that thing was and why it was in the street. I told her it was a desk and was at the curb, not in the street. She said she didn't see it. I asked if she was trying to park. She said no. So, how the hell did you run into a desk that was parked at the curb? She said her window was fogged. You didn't think to defog your window before you put your car on the street? Obviously not.
Michael Bloomfield

