To my reader out there, I apologize if this wallow in the shallow, muddy puddle of my nostalgia is too personal, too generic, too stultifyingly dull even for the standards of this blog. I'll get this out of my system, soon. Until then, just enjoy the pictures and be assured we will return to our irregular, unscheduled program . . . sometime.
If you ever happen across an imaginatively-titled book called, Let the Good Times Roll by Larry Goshen, flip to page 114. (Be careful when ordering to specify the one subtitled "An Anthology of Indiana Music" or you may wind up with the one about "Prostitution and the U.S. Military in Asia.") There you'll see a photo that captures all the reasons we never made it, in a single image.
Three guys who look like they could be in CREEM or Trouser Press, one who looks like he's ready to audition for a Styx cover band, and a rock n' roll J.R. Ewing.
True to the image, three of us were essentially on the same page of sheet music, and the other two just went along. Until they didn't.
It still amuses me that we get a full half-page while David Lee Roth is relegated to one-third of page 115. In your face, DLR!
Our business card . . .
. . . is shockingly tasteful and direct for something I had a hand in.
