Color Of An Avocado

Jason Wilder banged off a series of band photos before one of our gigs a few months back (in sweater weather). I did a half-assed silhouette of this one and I cropped out Jack because he can’t make this gig on Thursday.

Our next door neighbor, Rick, called us from the Bop Shop yesterday. We were down in the garden picking pimientos de Padron and he was picking up something for his WITR radio show. He reminded me that the Bop Shop Sidewalk sale started today and he said Tom was going to be in at 10 if I wanted to stop by before the store opened at noon. I took him up on the invitation.

Nothing is out on the sidewalk but the aisles of the store are clogged with boxes of lps, stuff that won’t fit on the shelves of the huge store. The forty-fives are on tables near the back of the store, every one of them a dollar. They will get progressively cheaper as the sale goes on. Of course all the good stuff, the collectable 45s, are still in the the racks at their standard price. The sale is all about clearing out the junk. One man’s junk is the others’ fortune and there are plenty of treasures.

It was great to have the store to myself for almost an hour but I spent about half that time talking to Tom who was by his own admission “over-caffeinated.” When the store opened it was packed and there were seven or eight people pawing through the 45s. The Modern Lovers first lp was playing on the sound system. I was struck by how fucking good “Pablo Picasso” still sounds. 1976 was almost fifty years ago. John Cale hammering out that repetitive piano part. Jonathan’s brilliant lyrics.

Some people try to pick up girls and get called assholes
This never happened to Pablo Picasso
He could walk down your street and girls could not resist to stare, and so
Pablo Picasso was never called an asshole

Well, the girls would turn the color of an
Avocado when he would drive down their street in his El Dorado
He could walk down your street and girls could not resist to stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not like you

Alright
Well, he was only 5’3″, but girls could not resist the stare
Pablo Picasso never got called an asshole
Not in New York

I listen to everything before I buy so I was only able to get through about a quarter of the dollar 45s but I came up with perfectly clean copies of Freddy Fender’s “Before the Next Teardrop Falls” (most of it sung in Spanish, the loving tongue), Mary Wells “You Beat Me To The Punch,” the Carpenters “This Masquerade,” George and Tammy doing “Near You,” George’s “Things Have Gone To Pieces” and “If Drinking Don’t Kill Me.” And I found a much cleaner copy of “Scotch and Soda” than the one we’ve been listening to.

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