Still shambling the streets of the city Nelson Algren defined, I am the Monster in a madhouse refined. Burma Shave.
Showing posts with label Quimby's. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Quimby's. Show all posts
Thursday, February 17, 2011
So I Scanned Some Photos From 2007
The cow was stolen the weekend after it was installed. There is a song by Elvis (after the film title), "Flaming Star," about death, because all of Elvis's songs were about death. I replaced the word cow, so the lyrics I sing are, When a man, sees that flaming cow, he knows his time, his time has come."
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Flaming Cow,
Quimby's,
Wolcott Street
Tuesday, July 7, 2009
My Transistor Radio That I Bought At That Place Behind Quimby's




OK, here's how it went down. Saturday night in May, I'm meeting Rick Therrio in front of Quimby's and then we are going to see The Polkaholics. I get to Quimby's ahead of Rick, tell the girl inside that if some guy comes in describing me (easy enough, bat ears, cyclops) to tell him I'm coming back. I was going to take a few photos, as I did with the Rapid Transit Cycle Shop mural, then found this fantastical basement shop that might have been a dream only I still have this transistor radio that I bought for twelve dollars and it still works.
The photo of Rick was taken by Mark Kolodny and modified by Rick his ownself.
Labels:
Mark Kolodny,
Quimby's,
Rick Therrio
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