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[thebes]

I think its splitsville for me and The Twins.

Last Friday, St. Patricks Day. amateur hour as I call
it. We stayed home.

The gals were looking gloomy, thought it would be great fun
to be out amongst the Paddies, but I headed them off by announcing that tonight
would be a Go-Go Night.

Smiles all around. I
started these nights a few months ago, Thebes effort at passing along certain
historic cultural skills to the next generation (well OK next generation and a half).

With delight they headed upstairs to change into their
favorite Go-Go outfits. Two and a half
hours later they emerged looking lovely indeed.

Tickles went for the classic look, bob-tailed blonde tresses;
leather-string bandana around the hair;
white boots; mini-mini-skirt, and one of those blouses with that sort of
ribbed patterned look, sorry I dont know the term; and a wide white crossed
leather belt hanging down resting comfortably on her shapely hips.

Tawny went with sort-of a Bad Go-Go Girl look. Short cut hair complementing her
runway-look long neck and high
cheekbones; red leather boots; red leather mid-thigh skirt; red-leather blouse
completed with a chromed motorcycle chain for a belt.

By this time it was late at night so we headed downstairs to
spare the neighbors ears. Cranked up
the system, qued up some tunes, popped
the champagne and I settled into my favorite listening chair to observe the
their technique.

Were talking The Twist, The Shake, The Boogoloo, Funky
Chicken, you know, the good stuff. Every now and then Id hop up to show them a
move.

It all started coming apart, though, when I taught them The
Freddie. Well they were waving their
arms and legs in the air in that classic Freddie style, working up a sweat with
big smiles and lots of energy.

Quite a delightful view.

The song ends and they literally collapse on top of me
sitting in my chair.

Too much, the chair collapses and down we go. Arms legs and
other more interesting body parts akimbo.
Were all stunned for a second, and then the giggles and funny faces
start.

That lasted for about 10 seconds and then the pain of
bruised derrriers set in. Pleasure turned into "Ow, that Hurts!

Thats the point where I made a really bad error.

Instead of attending to the wounded, I turned from them with
a broken hearted sob for the loss of my chair, gathering its splintered
pieces lovingly into my arms.

Now that chair and I go back a ways. It was a glider chair
and we had traveled a long road together from Funk to Dicso, Reggae to Blues,
Rock to Jazz as I spent hour after hour its in gentle embraced entranced by
music spewing forth from the miracle of stereo.

Still and all it was a dumb thing to do.

Feeling a sudden black chill in the room I turned around and
looked at The Twins. It was like watching a storm front building over the Great
Plains heralding a coming tornado.

Lets put it this way, those folks in New Orleans were
lucky.

Last sight of them was with heads held high, bags packed,
strutting to a Taxi, muttering something about going to Uncle Henrys.

Its been a week with no word, other than rumors, a few
evening national news reports, tabloid covers, Entertainment Tonight pieces,
National Security briefings etc. In other words, the normal everyday humdrum
backdrop to the tale of The Twins.

Im trying to glue the glider chair back together, but its
looking grim. Feel worse than a drunk a half-hour before closing time. Got Root Boy Slims Call Me Lefty (Left For
Dead) on the changer but its not making it for me.

Need to drown my sorrows.

So what do you guys play went the worlds gone to crap and
you need to wallow in it for awhile before you get back up on your feet?

[Parrot]

I'd play Skeeter Davis's recording of "The End of the World."

[3dzapper]

Since I was a kid, whenever I have had low points I don't play anything. I sing this song to myself:

"When I'm worried and I can't sleep
I count my blessings instead of sheep
And I fall asleep counting my blessings
When my bankroll is getting small
I think of when I had none at all
And I fall asleep counting my blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings

I think about a nursery and I picture curly heads
And one by one I count them as they slumber in their beds
If you're worried and you can't sleep
Just count your blessings instead of sheep
And you'll fall asleep counting your blessings "

Other than that I take a long strange trip trip with The Dead and mind travel with The Moody Blues. Sometimes I'll take a ride to Chicago in a Ten Wheel Drive or be a Pretender to the Crustation throne.

Rick

[hwatkins]

As I write this I am an exhausted shell of my former self....

This past Saturday as I was resting from a quite wonderful night of being kissed by every woman I met (It was my voice Ryan - a santuaried member of the IRA that I let out every March 17th) I had the Fisher fired up and was mellowing out with Jean Luc Ponty's Enigmatic Ocean. It took me back to my flashback days and I was lost in a dream that was somewhere between Peyote and LSD.

I was shocked back to reality by the sudden and simultaneous ring of the doorbell and the ring of the phone. I shouted toward the front door that I would be there soon and answered the telephone.

My friend Marty was calling and he appeared to be in shock. I verbally slapped him to bring him to his senses. I have had this conversation with many men - only a woman can get us to this point. He was able to, between sobs, tell me the story of his girlfriends having left him the night before and that he had hoped to have heard from them by now. Very soon he wandered back to the safety of shock - the best I could tell he was telling me that he was sitting in a chair on a glider (I, for one, thought that sail planes came with their own seats, but what do I know). Knowing there was nothing I could do for him at the moment I reminded him that all women reveled in making us cry and that he would get over it in time for a trip to the singles bars this next weekend. With that I promised to call later, hung up and headed to the front door.

When I opened the door I was met by two very beautiful women in the middle of an Austin Power's movie. Then one removed the short blonde wig and I smiled, kissed her lightly on the lips and said "Hello Tickles, it has been a long time." I suddenly felt something wrap around my arm and just as I was able to note that it was a motorcycle chain it was used to spin me around. As if by magic my lips met another's and we maintained that pose for a couple of minutes. When I was allowed to catch my breath I said "Well Tawny, you never were one for small talk."

Well folks, let me tell you - Spending time with scorned girls that are on a rebound mission can be quite exhausting. By Monday we were making love in parts of the house I had not visited in 5 years. By Tuesday I wasn't having to fake a voice when I called in sick - The folks at work were very concerned and told me to get some rest and come in as soon as I could. I was quite sure that Wednesday would be the day that they would finally be spent and Thursday (today) would be a day of rest. I went the limit yesterday and I and the girls went places I had never been to. Exhausted and unable to go any further I collapsed in a heap on the floor under the dining table.

I distinctly heard Tickles say to Tawny "You are right, he is nowhere near as viral or vital as our lover. Other than the fact he has a full head of hair, he can't hold up to our Marty." As I lay on the floor in a near stupor the name 'Marty' caught my attention. All of a sudden I realized that these were the girls that had broken Marty's heart.

Men have a committment ot each other that does not include being with their girl(s). As I was recovering I practiced my speech to the twins - something that would let them down gently and get them on the road back to Marty. With renewed energy I got up and headed to the twins room. Much to my surprise they were standing by the front door with packed bags. Tawny said she had a swell time but that both she and Tickles had to get back home where they belong. She told me to not take it personnaly and to call a cab.

As I recovered today and replenished my electrolytes I began to have a new found respect for friend Marty. He is one heluva man to have these two wanting to come back.

So Marty, they should be home no later than tomorrow morning. I love ya man....

Uncle Henry

[dkp]

How about a little Air Supply, All out of Love??? blech

[garymd]

Gray skies are gonna clear up. Put on a happy face.................................blah blah blah.................................

Spread sunshine all over the place. Just put on a happy face.[]

[edwinr]

Marty, I think it's about time you bought yourself a dog!

[gonzp]

Man, this thread is just a little too much when I am working nights. Twins and drugs[6] Are you sure we're not ALL working nights??? PDG

[oldbuckster]

Thebes; Root Boy Slim and the sex change band, Hat's Off to you, you olde devil! It's been years since I've heard anything about Root Boy Slim, many, many years.Got your mood ring on? Great music, funny lines, very different style artist with a sense of humor, nothing like it out there today. Have never seen a CD of the Root, only available on vinyl. Root use to tour the club circuit, but I've not seen or heard anything about him in many moons. If you know about Root Boy, how about Dread Zeppelin? Another off the wall band, Led Zep with a regaee music, pretty good actually. Just had to jump in when I saw the Root Boy mentioned, sorry.

To answer your question; I like to play; Red House by Jimi Hendrix, to get me through the low spots. Maybe, it's time for a new chair?

[thebes]

Poor Henry, plying a dreary life stuck in the flat-lands of the

Mid-West he eases his weary head down upon his pillow and awakes in the

Court of The Crimson Thebes.

Alas his mind is incapable of abosorbing the totality of the life he

wishes to emulate and must confine his fevered fantasies to the realms

of his own house.

But he awakes mentally refreshed, but sadly, not physically satiated.

I on the other hand am living a waking nightmare where the dead

walk. I look in a mirror at bloodshot eyes and a corpse-like

complexion.

Without The Twins around to vamp my creditors, rumors abound and they are starting to nip at my heels.

Ambassadors are referring my calls to mere functionaries, and my

private jet is suddenly "unavailble due to maintenance". High society

toffs chatter like magpies when I enter a salon.

The only solution is to dig deeper into my morass of blue funk self-pity.

I've got Patsy Cline's "I'm Crazy" on repeat while I search for my collection of Scottish funeral dirges.

Need to go lower so give me a hand here guys.

[thebes]

Buckster, when I'm not mired in feeling low I love to listen to the

Root. Alas, the crazy man is dead. About a decade or so I think.

What a great band he had, though. Real tight blues. As far

as I know he wrote all his own songs, including: Boogie till ya

Puke, the always entertaining Christmas at KMart, his soulful ode to

his Inflatable Doll, and another of my favorites: I'm Not to Old

for You (30,31,32 and you're still in high school, I'm not to old for

you).

Then there is the line: "the little pill you forgot to take gave you and me a little mistake". I could go on and on.

He was also a champion of the homeless in his music, one of the few singers/composers to give a rats *** about these folks.

I've got most, if not all, of his music on 2 cds. PM me with an

address because as far as I know most of this is now unavailable and

one of the cds is a "best of" demo tape.

[ZAKO]

My mother dun told me, play with the ugly girls cause when they leave yah, You won,t feel so bad.

[customsteve01]

Thebes,

How 'bout the old Elvis song Black Velvet, that Alannah Myles remade?

Your jet really isn't on maintenance, I told your broker to tell you that. The Twins and I are winging our way to the Carabian. Going to stop at a little island called St. Maarteen. The twins didn't bring their suits but thats ok the Dutch side of the island has beaches that are nude.[] Here is a shot Tickles took on landing.

Bye the way we had Carabian steel drum music playing over the PA

Steve

[Def Leper]

A good, comfortable chair is harder to find than a good woman. You know you're a true man when you can weep after your favorite chair takes the big sleep.

[Daddy Dee]

There's no point in being Irish unless you know the world will break your heart.

[hwatkins]

One can only aspire to live with the diversity of voices that I deal with - I have made depression an Art Form friend Marty...

As I wallow in my despair, I hear in the background a sonorous musical voice singing 'Cancel my subscription to the Ressurection'. Just who opened the Doors and let that out?.....