I still can’t figure this “nice move” out. Someone is building a three or four story structure with a car built into the the third floor… do they want the engine? Is it like that kid’s book, “Mike Mulligan and Mary Ann” where they build the steam shovel into the basement of the town hall? Puzzling. Maybe it’s one of those Al Jaffe Mad Parking Solutions?
This is more or less the continuation of yesterday’s (read this mornings) blog. I woke up on the couch at 5:30 in the morning and posted the Hollywood episode. It seemed sort of dreamy and self contained, so this is the more technical (how to fix a drum) caffinated episode.
You can barely read it, but someone’s taged “Penelope” on this building. Joyce, or Homer rears his head again.
Stopped off at Major Tom’s on the walk back. He’d bought this set of drums in the East Village in the eighties when he first got to town and tried to be a rock star. Now that he’s having his Fitzgeraldian second American act, he’s refinishing his kit (its nice and simple with only three drums: base, snare and one tom tom… plus his new Swiss cymbols). I guess he’s beat it pretty bad, so he was doing some glue repair on the rims. We also had a couple of Spatens to celebrate Summer Solstice.
In one of those magic moments where you gets whatchya need, Tom had some big 68″ heavy duty streatchers he let me have. I had to carry them home through the streets, like Jesus with his cross, or at times like Buster Keaton with a board, nearly bonking people as I turned to snap a picture… also I was like a soldier marching with a gun… i kept switching shoulders in a drill-like manner and fealt like I should be doing some Full Metal Call and Response (This is my streatcher… there are many like her, but this one is mine… etc.)
