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
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Happy Birthday! You should be getting your AARP in the mail shortly. John
They've been sending me junk mail for a year. Tracy tells me he uses the card all the the time.
WHo's the other guy? He looks like Mort Hill's brother Jimmy.
Man am I rude. Yep, that's Jimmy Hill. He got us to play a little jazz. We did a cover of Killer Joe. I remember the band climbed a backstop fence at a baseball field during a break to smoke a joint. I didn't smoke dope even then. Jimmy got mad at me because I was laughing harder than they were.
I've really enjoyed reading your blog entries. I've acquired a lot of info that you had not previously conveyed over the years.
You had so many after-the-fact horror stories, as well as many interesting and funny stories!
I remembered your telling me Bob Udell used the name Bobby Benedict but I didn't recall his using nun's clothing or the name Sister Benedict!
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well, i just read your whole blog from beginnging to end, it brings back a lot of memories. i left some comments in the earlier entries, noone will probably ever see them, but what the hell...
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