Ah yes indeed, i just had a conversation with Willingdon black and a series of email replies with Mule Hughes.
Not bad for a guy that grew up in Scarborough a few years behind those two who come from the same street in Burnaby... i think it is the same street.
Funny how time does that to people. A man meets a friend through a friend and then decides to order a recording project (Jackass has hay breath) and the friend brings a friend and then they proceed to write Bengal Tiger, and 2 other hit songs in an evening.
And then years later, the man find himself on the phone with his friend/bandmate trying to figure out how the supper show will go given the tendency for insane maniac behavior of certain multiple persons, in between emails about a Monty python skit involving Arthur 'Two sheds' Jackson.
But that is life, you meet people, and some of them stick.
Funny how the Super Robertson Supper show can cause so much fear. It would make a great documentary... which of course is why i can't be there tomorrow (going down to L.A. to talk to some people about that).
The supper show can be a classic example of help gone wrong... only after the show can you say "that was a good idea, that was a bad idea"... it is usually the bad ideas that hurt the most.
The second time i got naked... Jack Freelance who was hosting was reading a letter sent in complaining about the nudity in the show 2 weeks prior when i did the burlesque dance. In the middle of the letter I walked out naked and asked him for a pen he didn't have one on him so he left to get his briefcase... I stood alone naked in front to the audience. Needless to say what was to be a brief gag turned into a fiasco. Roger Dean Young took it the hardest, and King dinosaur quipped "now that's the kind of puppet show I don't need to see".
i moped for days.
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