[ QUOTE ] don't forget the 8 X 10 glossies....... [/ QUOTE ] All 27 of them in color. With a paragraph on the back .
[ QUOTE ] don't forget the 8 X 10 glossies....... Actually been to Stockbridge, MA. Nice little town. [/ QUOTE ] Wound up there on our honeymoon in 71 and even got a photo op with the real Officer Obie in the Stockbridge jail.I think he thought we were a little crazed.Was about 6'2" and weighed 140 lbs. (with my pockets full of rocks)red hair halfway down my back and a scraggly beard and moustache comes into the police station ravin' that he's gotta have his picture taken in the jail cell.Crazed?NAW!
I Mean!..... Im settin here on the group W bench........With..... ..... .......I wanna Kill KILLL KILLL KILLL.................I cannot tell a lie, officer Opie- I put that letter under thats pile of trash.!
I can understand you wantin my wallet so I dont have any money to spend in the cell, but what do you want my belt for? he says ""Kid, we dont wont any hangins" I said obie you think I was gonna hang myself for litterin? he said he was just makin sure and friends obie was cause he took out the toilet seat so I couldnt hit myself over the head and drown. Then he took out the toilet paper so I couldnt bend the bars, roll the toilet paper out the window, slide down the roll, and have an escape. But thats not what I came to tell you about.......................I came to tell ya about the draft................................ Ant the Sergeant came over to us and said, "KID, dis pes papa go fotsebn wuds thrty ate sentses an we wan no the detals of da crim an evrthin ya gota say an arestin ofcers name an evrthin ya gota say..............." for 45 minutes, and nobody understood a word that he said, but we had fun sittin there on the bench, and playin with the pencils........... and if one person walks in, sings a bar of alices restaurant and walks out, well, theyll think your crazy and they wont take ya. And if TWO people do it, theyll think their both faggets and they wont take either of ya................ (ive spent the last year memorizing alices restaurant word for word, sound for sound, just for THIS VERY POINT IN TIME!, im glad I can finally show off my ONE talent!) Briggs
<font color="purple"> I used to know the whole thing, I have both albums, the original pre movie, and the soundtrack. I have some of his other records and a book. Also another artists book where he did the preface, and it is a paper record glued inside. Just detatch and play (mine is still in the book, but it's in storage and I forget who did the book). </font>
at least i'm not crazy. Brig&strattonchevelle...if you have actually memorizied the whole damn song, then i hope you put your efforts into something more than hotrods i wish i had that kind of memory still. kustombuilder, i know you should know the easy explanation!
I was listening to the Dr. Demento show late one night when he had a surprise visitor..It was Arlo, and judging from the timing of the conversation he was feeling no pain and was ready for some fun and mischief...Well I can't remember all the words because it was late and I was feling no pain either but he set right down and with the doctor's permission played a few new verses to that greeat old song, but this time he called it The Saga of Alice's Cravass... If it wasn't one in the morning and on one of them "alternative radio stations" he couldn't have told the story that unwound....
Mrs Rocky and I were invited to Tom and Becky's place [hot rod/custom upholstery shop] earlier this afternoon for a Thanksgiving dinner that couldn't be beat. Half way through the meal, I remembered that I left my copy of Alice's Resturaunt at home and Tom said, "I'm way ahead of ya" and put on his own C.D......we finished the meal listening to Arlo Guthrie tell the whole story on the stereo...good times ...........and "the motorsickle song" is right after Alice's.....another classic.
They played it on a local Ra-dee-o station yesterday. It brought back mammaries . I used to go over there for the bike races, women and free weed. Lived about 50 miles away.
I said, "Shrink, I want to kill. I mean, I wanna, I wanna kill. Kill. I wanna, I wanna see, I wanna see blood and gore and guts and veins in my teeth. Eat dead burnt bodies. I mean kill, Kill, KILL, KILL." And I started jumpin up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL," and he started jumpin up and down with me and we was both jumping up and down yelling, "KILL, KILL." And the sargent came over, pinned a medal on me, sent me down the hall, said, "You're our boy."
And the biggest father raper of em all was headin my way. He asked, kid? What'd ya get? Get, I didn't get anything! It cost me fifty dollars and I hadda pick up the garbage! No he said, what're ya here for? And I said litterin, and they all kinda backed away, and I said, and creatin a general nuisance! And they all came back and we had a great ole time talkin about mother rapin and father stabbin and father rapin and ... I hate when shit sticks in my head...
ray, thanx for reminding me to get the cd out and listen to arlo. what a way to spend time; reading hamb, eating lunch, and listening to alice's restaurant!
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