When the ladies

They lay in my garden stretched out naked, looking like fairy queens, sylphs, nymphs or sirens.  


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It was a big day. Promoter Posh Boy was coming to the house with an all-girl band. I arranged a room to use as a decision place and for video production. It was the work that I was ready for, to produce a music video.

When the ladies arrived with Posh Boy I was taken back on how diverse they all were from each other. One looked like a punk princess and another like a heavy metal queen. One looked like a 17-year-old Tina Turner and one like a colorful anime cartoon. The four of them seemed pretentious and demanding.

Posh Boy pulled out a big silver spoon and a large hypodermic needle with a huge mound of white stuff. I told them that there could not do that stuff in the house. They rolled their eyes and went outside in the garden.

While they were outside I noticed that the living room was now filled with water and small yellow water balloons floating on top.  It felt soft. I was floating on air too. I  went outside to gather the ladies for a talk and suggest some ideas about the video. I saw them outside and  it was a strange image to grasp. They lay in my garden stretched out naked, looking like fairy queens, sylphs, nymphs or sirens.  It was like a poem, surreal and amazing to witness. They were part of the earth and one held up her arm as lady of the lake.

“And never did Grecian chisel trace A Nymph, a naiad or a grace Of finer form or lovelier face…….” ― Walter Scott, The Lady of the Lake

We all moved back into the house where I advised them on some topics of syncing music with their movement.  One of the ladies that looked like a young Tina Turner told me this,

“I have my own movements… like this,” and she danced with a strange movement of her own.

“OK, I think I would like to have all of you doing you own movements while shooting this video. We will focus on each one of you in the music video.”

My dream faded away … another summer dream under Pluto.


Watch the Amoeba split into a clone…

1980 Posh Boy Records Limited Edition on Colored Vinyl
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Hudley's old fart punk 45 on yelow vinyl
Posh Boy

Posh Boy left this for me. I never was much of a record collector. Back them they collected around us getting higher and higher as the years went by. So in our houses made of vinyl it got kind of tight.

So many records reviews to do. So many bands wanting their promotional push.  It is the same old story of kids, record labels and promoters.  No matter the band the story is always an interesting one.

I really don’t know what to do with this 45 now. It sits in a dark closet awaiting some eve of destruction… who knows??