Me, storming out of my morning meeting:
"𝙂𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙂𝙤𝙙'𝙨 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙮!"

Man down on Clio Rd.

The Police in 1980:
Poets, priests and politicians
Have words to thank for their positions

14 year old me:
Oh man, that is so true!

Forty years ago today at Buckham Gallery. Three years later I would be in NYC occasionally working as Allen's roadie or gopher for performances and events. The world is truly a strange and wonderful place.

In 1982 only the coolest kid in school was allowed to wear this shirt:

If we're going to be out here renaming things for no reason.

At plenty of venues it is standard for crew to give younger acts a hard time. Someone working the stage at the old Local was being a dick to kids playing their first show and the sound guy caught it. He shouted "𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗳𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝘄𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘇𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲." Kindness goes a long way.

Nice 65' Electra 225 peeking out at Bill Lamb's Record Shoppe, 1st St. and Brush Alley. This building was demolished soon after to make way for the Genesee Towers project.

A growing percentage of people making phone calls have no idea why pressing numbers on the screen is called "dialing a number," and pressing a red button is called "hanging up."

@17staceeshelly17.bsky.social

Hey babe, want to go to Detroit?
"Sure."
Okay, pack your bags, this will take a few days.

March is Dr. Faygo, that tracks.
* I did make the meme.

Haven't eaten at Walli's since 1979, but still miss the place.

Beard, Bath & Beyond trip commencing next October. Never been to the West Country, so looking forward to the sights and sites.