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"it was all a dream. i used to read Word Up! Magazine...."
- C. Wallace
In
dreams i'll be in a glass submarine somewhere near the beaches of
Brooklyn. stardust memories and all. i still remember Reykjavík. clear
daylight at midnight only in Iceland. on my way to Copenhagen to see
Mike McCready with his Gibson Flying V guitar. with glow-in-the-dark
stickers.
In Denmark, Danny Weste and i drank our fill of beer
and Bob Dylan songs that night. saying absurd things to ourselves such
as that:
"... only Danish high school girls have the best eyes..."
yet there they were!
young
nubile Nordic beauties prancing & dancing around
with white Royal
Danish Navy caps
perched jauntily on their lovely heads.
laughing and
drinking without a care in the world.
These girls with glasses of beer
in
their hands
were recent school graduates.
Yuri explained that it was
traditional Danish high school custom
to bestow those white caps
with
the red bands & black bills...
oh those drunken memories...i still have the
pictures to prove it
actually all happened....
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