Comments on: Solitary man.

By: caliban

caliban — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:08:29 +0000

There once was a guy called William Carlton Orto.. He loved beer. He made beer and he loved beer, and he could wax eloquent. He knew about hops etc. He also knew more about music than anybody that ever lived. Actual music. Like why I Cover the Waterfront was John Lee’s fines hour, and Koko Taylor’s apotheosis. That would be talking about Raxor-totin’ Kim on Wang-Dang-Doodle. Ort loved some gitl that loved tje Wwatern Movies

Legend has it he excised his own balls with a rusty pair of scissors in a church. Maybe so. One odd fellow. My friend. Detroit msic? It’s not all Nog Sehrt. It’s MC6 and the Rationals, amd SRC. Wish you’d been there for the Holden Agee, Nancy.

I saw Procul at the Birmingham Teen Center. They played Devil Came From Kansas. Don’t beg for silver paper, when I’m trying o sell ypu cheap. I’m not sure what that means,, but if you listen to the astounding guitar, I guess Ort knew.

Procul played awesome shows in Detroit. They played Salty Dawg at the Teen Center in Birmingham when nobody had ever heard it. My brother’s best friend, Danny Harteau was a keyboard match for
Gary Brooker amd Matthew Fisher.

Who’s tp say?

By: Andrew Jarosh

Andrew Jarosh — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 00:05:37 +0000

Bill is remembered as someone who could write about classical music, talk about why Peter Frampton was underrated as a musician and critique a championship boxing match between Marvin Hagler and Sugar Ray Leonard.
He would have been a great promoter, like the time he said a boxing match with a fighter from Ghana should be billed, “The Ghana’s a goner.”
And speaking of boxing, I can’t remember a closed circuit pay-per-view match we didn’t attend, whether it was at the Scottish Rite or Wrigley Field.
He did a great imitation of Michael Bolton, mimicking Bolton singing and then talking in the same dramatic, histrionic pitch he was known for in his popular music.
He loved New York City and the Jewish deli clerks making corned beef on rye sandwiches with greasy hands and with big cigars sticking from their mouths.
He wore a hat and doused himself with sunscreen not to burn, but it didn’t deter him from riding the Beast at King’s Island or the Magnum at Cedar Point. He loved roller coasters.
The more he spoke, the slower he drove. When he was on a roll, his Volkswagen would crawl 40 mph on the interstate leading to Cincinnati and King’s Island.
He always bought me vending machine coffee in the downstairs cafeteria, never ceased to make me laugh with his mannerisms, always impressed me with his knowledge and made me comfortable with his warmth.
And finally, the stories about the wannabe porn star women he would befriend in NYC, and his encyclopedic knowledge of porn movies from the 70s and 80s.
He is missed.

By: brian stouder

brian stouder — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 21:51:03 +0000

BULLETIN!!!

I typed in Nancy Nall, and got exactly one response:

Call Nanny

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!

My best laugh of the day!!!

By: brian stouder

brian stouder — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 21:45:20 +0000

OK Mary - when I finsihed chuckling about mopping a hotel or visiting a sleepy bathroom (which, come to think of it, would be preferable to an insomniac bathroom!), I visited coozledad’s anagram site and typed in my name - and got

broadest ruin

Debonair Rust (title of my musical project with Neil Young, no doubt)

Airborne Stud (hahahahaha!)

Brain Detours (title of my autobiography)

Brains Routed (ain’t it the truth!)

Barrio Nudest (gotta see the senioritas)

Urban Steroid

Ordinate Rubs (no such thing as INordinate!)

Roasted Bruin

Adorn Bustier (Yeah!)

Bad Nurse Trio (now THERE’S a movie I’d watch!)

…and this was only the top half of the first page!! (the first 1000 results, of a total of 57,156!!!) One shudders to think what else is buried in there!!

So now - we all must go and anagram our names, and report back here!

By: LA Mary

LA Mary — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 18:30:24 +0000

My name, with middle initial, makes Sleepy Bathroom, and the in house Brit is Dr. Vidal Cute. Oldest son is So mop a hotel.

By: Dexter

Dexter — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 02:06:55 +0000

Ivan Lebamoff was defeated by Bob Armstrong and became mayor of Fort Wayne in 1975.
I don’t really know much about local policies before Armstrong, but during Armstrong’s term, until 1979, Fort Wayne was a crazy place . Maybe it all started under Lebamoff’s watch, I don’t know, but the vice was unchecked. I heard enough from my work-buddies …for one case, the Godfather Club…guys would be dared to perform oral sex on the dancers and the dancers would comply…I don’t know what else went on, except I heard many stories of guys flashing the dancers with no repercussions. I mention this because I did happen to be in The Cats Meow club downtown in the Fall of 1974 when some dancers from The She Club came in and during a break between band sets these two girls played the juke box and shed all clothing …totlally nude…and danced around on the edge of the stage, but within three minutes cops came in and busted them for indecency…so I believe most of the XXX stuff went on under Armstrong’s leadership.
One of the two papers did a special on the massage parlors, fer chrissakes!!
They named the addresses…amazing! One line from the story read something like ‘ …if those walls could talk, the stories they could tell…’ Jeezuss! How trite! I seem to remember they were all over town, from North Clinton to Waynedale. I thought the mayor that followed Armstrong cleaned all that shit up, but if Nancy didn’t even start at the NS until 1984…guess not.
Oh well. Of course the stories were abundant, as the guys told of their weekends…one simple motherfucker came in with a token for a “round the world”, courtesy of some parlor’s management…he showed it to us guys asking what it meant. “Pack your bags, youngun,” I told him.
“You’re going on a trip!”

But the story that lasted as bar gossip for twenty years involved an older employee, a man who was addicted to the whores at the parlors. He got the clap and gave it to his wife.

She made him buy her a new car and then all was hunky-dory.

By: basset

basset — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 01:39:47 +0000

>>Why he was crazy enough to come to the opposite end of the earth from New York City remains a mystery to me

well, OBVIOUSLY there must have been something seriously wrong with him, or maybe he just wasn’t that good. there is no valid reason why ANYONE who could work in The Only City That Matters would voluntarily go anywhere else, right?

By: coozledad

coozledad — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 00:44:37 +0000

LA Mary: Sounds like a Roald Dahl or Thomas Pynchon name. It doesn’t have the lewd suggestiveness of Ian Fleming. We actually named of our milking ewes “Pussy Galore”, but after awhile, we began to find it was not only a problem during vet visits, but a pretty unwieldy name to begin with. It’s been shortened to Peegee.
Fatima Blush still works, however.

By: moe99

moe99 — Sat, 12 Jul 2008 00:19:10 +0000

Horribly OT, but just had to share. A fellow soprano from church has a cousin who has composed and directed a symphony of Grateful Dead music with the Russian National Orchestra. Those who might be interested, can listen to snippets here:

http://jammates.com/catalog/deadsymphony/deadsymphony.html#listen

By: LAMary

LAMary — Fri, 11 Jul 2008 23:25:01 +0000

Coozledad, the woman who sits behind me has a name that generates “Camellia Swirl.” Best anagram name I’ve seen.