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Tough day at the office, just kidding it was totally rad. Spent the day doing a private gig in Damascus. It was nice to be invited back. The... -
McNutty the Clown and I were talking about Lemmings and the crazy truth and myth that has followed them for centuries. I thought that the ma...
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hey this reminds me dingo. i scanned some photos from the richard scarry book i mentioned when i so rudely barged into the documentary-filming the other day. (hey, what can i say? i dont notice a bunch of cameras rolling at the clown house -- its always a hotbed of fun and excitement there.)
my scanner did a particularly bad job on these, so the color sucks. this one introduces "Dingo Dog", who you might notice has a cowboy hat and (hard to see) a cow-pattern vest on. hmm... also, he seems to be upsetting the local police force. hmm... sounds all too familiar. the place where it diverges from the reality of the alberta clown house? "dingo" is in a car, and the cop is on a bike! well, at least dingo is a bad driver and is squashing the parking meters.
you can almost see the vest in this one, but mostly it just points out that dingo is naughty.
Many moons ago I was a fan headed punk rock hillbilly living in Dallas Texas.
I got the name Dingo from a pair of brothers from New Zealand who owned a gas station with a post office contract.
They gave me a job driving a big tanker truck full of gas, all over Dallas where I would stop at post office parking lots, fill all the mail trucks up and go to the next stop.
Now mind you , I was large and in charge, living the punk rock dream in the big city but my shift started at midnight, that means I had been drinking since eight every night with my band.
Many times I drifted off to sleep while careening down the freeway and crossing several lanes of traffic in drunken blis.
The Zealanders and mexican migrant workers began calling me Dingo and hand motioning drinking beer to make fun of me, the dudes were soused too and thought it was funny that I almost killed myself in a fireball every night(what idiots).
They eventually fired me for not showing up.
So I relate Jon
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