Bridge Over Troubled Afro
Guess which folk/pop icon this boy belongs to. (For an even better view, check out the cover of Rolling Stone this month.) In the late 80s, my dad went through a perm phase with his thinning hair and was often accused of looking like the soft-voiced tenor. I think he liked the comparison. As for me, with James' strong hair genes here being an alternative, I'm pretty sure I should be grateful rather than jealous.
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posted by Dan G @ 12:51 PM
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I was working at the Jekyll and Hyde club one day long, thank-God-it-was-oh-so-long, ago and who showed up but the Garfunkel scion. It was his birthday (7th? 8th?) and his fuzzy-headed pop thought it'd be fun to bring him to a tourist trap/theme restaurant to celebrate. I was playing the club's suicide counselor (it was a "theme" thing, whatever) so, obviously, I was the natural choice for the role of Birthday Entertainer. I was supposed to drag the poor kid up on stage and interview him (?!) while an anamatronic bat sang him Happy Birthday. Needless to say, the kid wasn't having it. I was stuck in front of a crowd of inebriated tourists with a spotlight trained on me, while this celebrity spawn stared me down like I was the biggest loser on the face of the freaking planet. And at that moment I was.
I hate that kid.
We meet again, Alisha. At last, we meet again.
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