Friday, October 23, 2009

Quote from pg 109 of Manuscript

"That bus got us busted in San Berdoo for the "FUCK COMMUNISM" bumper stickers we had scored in Haight Asbury splayed across the rear. The motor cop that stopped us said he agreed with what it said, but that we could no cruise around this town with the four letter word attached. We assured the officer that we would indeed paint over the offending word in the morning. In the morning, stoned, the kids painted out "COMMUNISM" leaving the "FUCK" to startle the other motorists on the I-10 back to Phoenix."

Quote from pg 72 of Manuscript

"We found and old second floor ballroom for rent at 220 Broadway, named it "The Electric Light Sho" and moved into the third floor apartment with a kitchen and bathroom where we cooked many a pasta dinner for artists and musicians who came to be passing through. Word got out that we welcomed bands to come and use the place as free rehearsal space and soon we had a band a day playing to the walls. We were open three nights a week for paying customers, a buck fifty a head and soon were making enough  money to pay the $800 a month rent and buy enough pasta to keep us all fed. Across the street there was a five story high moving and storage place with white walls and we would set up the projectors in our windows and do our light show for the delight of the passerbys on Broadway."

Thursday, October 22, 2009

So I met this guy in a parked motorhome...

...and we sat and talked a bit. He told me that he's "coming off a twenty year hiatus and working on a manuscript of his memoirs". As he sat behind his desk which was the built-in dinette in his '68 motorcoach which was parked in the side yard of a ramshacked house "just around the bend at the end" of a neighborhood street on the eastern edge of the downtown "hood" of Phoenix. The wooden gate to the yard had a small white paper sign that simply said "RWG Aqui".