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Monthly Archives: October 2012
REQUIESCAT
. . . in pace.
EMPTY BAR
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CREAMY HEAD
Dr. Paul and I note the creamy head on a glass of draft Murphy’s Stout. Memories are made of this.
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NOTHING HAPPENS
. . . in Las Vegas unless it is photographed. Dr. Paul stood before a great neon guitar — because I photographed it. I photographed it because my sister Lee photographed me photographing it. My sister Lee did not photograph me photographing it because no one photographed her photographing me.
This is why nothing ever happens in Las Vegas.
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GERMAN BANDSTAND
It’s got a good beat — you can polka to it.
Dr. Paul at the Hofbrauhaus, Las Vegas.
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IN-N-OUT
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A portrait of satisfaction, after indulging in a classic greasy burger, served just as they were during The War Between the States:
BAR SCENE
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I am philosophical about the open-mike entertainment at the Money Plays bar, Dr. Paul reaches out for aid and understanding.
Lee plays video poker and does not notice anything.
MONEY PLAYS
My sister Lee arrived in town tonight for the Dylan concert on Saturday. She, Dr. Paul and I headed for El Taco Feliz so Lee could get some food. El Taco Feliz communicates with the Money Plays Bar, a locals’ joint, which was hopping — it was open-mike night and we were treated to a cavalcade of stunningly bad entertainment. Deep Las Vegas at its very best. Lee had fish tacos, Paul and I had some delicious Murphy’s Stout. A fine time was had by all.
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A NIGHT STALKER
. . . in the neon jungle.
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CHEERS
At Lola’s New Orleans restaurant where we raised a couple of Abita beers to our pals Adrienne and Bill in NOLA!
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SWEET
With thanks to Charles Lieurance . . .
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AN LP COVER FOR TODAY
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ADVENTURES IN ART
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THE PREACHER FROM THE BLACK LAGOON
Dr. Paul arrived in town this afternoon and we headed straight for an Irish pub, where he started drinking Newcastle Brown Ale as though it were water.
He’s here for the Dylan concert on Saturday and said, as soon as he got off the plane, “For the next four days I’m going to try and forget that I’m a Protestant.”
So far so good!