Tonight's "Dear Cat" is inspired by an email I just received today from my old friend, Slippery.
Dear Cat: You may remember me. I played trombone in a band on the run. Back at Rowdy High. Your alma mater. I still play today and just finished laying down some vicious riffs. Look for my youtube video where I dazzle the world with Chicago's "Questions 67 and 68." Do you play an instrument?
Signed: Fancy Colours, aka Slippery
Dear Slippery: Yes, I play the trombone, too, and just finished a duet with the same song but stopped at "Question 69." Because it's 25 or 6 to 4, it's time for the answer to your query to end. Perhaps I will see you at the Rowdy High reunion this March.
P.S. And whatever happened to Donald Roberts, he of going to Harvard fame. As I mentioned in my personal email to you, the closest I ever got to Harvard was serving pickled beets via a well-known cafeteria chain.
P.S.S. And whatever happened to Edward Morris? He of the original funkadelic sound before George Thorogood adapted Edward's style. It's oil, er, all good.
Dear Cat: You turned me on to Chicago back in the days of 1969 when we matriculated at Truck U. Or was it Rowdy High? Thanks, dude, for the memories. Remember I played a mean air trombone and air cornet, especially on "Beginnings." Damn, time flies when your havin' fun. Do you remember me? We used to ride around campus in your white vw bug!
Signed: South California Purples!
Dear Mystery Challenger Enter and Sign in Please! Are you the dude who asked if there were any smokeable butts in the ash tray at Payne Hall? Just kidding. How could I forget. Cos you turned me on to smoking cigarettes; jaunts to the wrestling matches to see Butcher Vachon and Lou Thesz and Farmer Powell; and excursions to the downtown soft porn Central Theatre, where we ogled women's breasts via the cinema. How did we get in at 16, when the required age was 21. Must have been those Winstons in the red pack, eh? Thanks for the mammaries and the query. Are you attending the reunion?
Dear Cat: I once visited the Central Theatre. My feet stuck to the floor whilst traversing the aisles to my seat. Do you think it was diet coke that may have been spilled accidentally?
Signed: Does Anybody Really Know What Time It Is?
Dear What Time It Is: Methinks it wasn't diet coke, because it hadn't yet been invented. Perhaps it was a Birely's Orange or a Red Rock Cola or perhaps a Nehi grape? Who knows? But thanks again for the mammaries, er, memories. My favorie movie seen there was "The Lustful Turk." In glorious [ fancy ] colors, no doubt.
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