Monday, February 25, 2008

I Wish I Was A Private Eye







jonalgiers@aol.com Jonny Algiers, P.I. I once planned to write a whole slew of stories about the guy but in the past decade I've had him fight a talking chicken and tell a gushy tale about this brunette on the bus some guy named Indelli hooked him to. Sometimes I think of my original instinct, to go with DrMilesBennell@aol.com--from INVASION OF THE BODY SNATCHERS--but it fell out differently. My cousin Dan Szostak took these photos on about the hottest day of the summer of 04. I've mentioned in the past that most of what I'm wearing belonged to the late Marvin Melone. I had hoped to find a Google image of the Algiers Motel in Chicago--now the Aloha Motel with the words incredulously inside a giant apple--but no luck. So I saved the best of the art deco and flat-out crazy that I found. So why this post? Lana emailed me that she fixed that broken cassette, and the first song is called "Private Eye." All the dollies love a private eye...and you get to hang out with Kooky Byrnes solving capers everywhere..." There are songs on that cassette that I can't even find in the most obscure places, past their existence on Google. On that note, I'll sign off, not mentioning this other song on the cassette called "Candy Bars For Elvis." Yes, for real.

3 comments:

Steve Malley said...

You can always sit in your car for hours and pee in a bottle. That's almost the same thing...

HemlockMan said...

Ah, the cassette tape. What a life it lived!

I recall reading a Jim Thompson novel wherein there's a talking doberman pincsher. That's about when I stopped reading it.

Charles Gramlich said...

Hum, Steve, have you been caught on the Causeway in a traffic jam too?