This is a photo of my band Jon Cotton in 1973. I was 15 and just coming into my own as a young adult. The guy with his head in the bass drum is John. His sister Lora has been mentioned earlier. If you live in
I was living in the
Duff’s acquired the space and Dominic got a job mopping up at the end of the night. Duff’s was only a single storefront then. When they added the storefront next door they got a dumb waiter so they could send dishes downstairs to a dish washer. Before this everything was done by hand in a sink.
Dominic took a vacation and got me to fill in for him. They weren’t sure what to call the position so they called me The Dominic. I was scrubbing a stove when I had my first encounter with my manager Vance. He was a long haired, bearded warlock crouched at the door pointing a huge knife at me. “Hey lover, how’d you like whisker burns on your butt hole?” he hissed.
Dominic told me the story of a large guy in a nun’s habit named Sister Benedict. He threw Dom over his shoulder, running down the alley with him as he kicked and cried. Sister Benedict turned out to be Bobby Udell, a cousin nobody told me about. We all became great friends.
There’s a lot more to come about the