I am sorry I haven't been back to post in a bit, it's the holidaze, I've been drinking, you've been out of town, you know how it goes. Hope everyone had a happy Hanukkah, a peaceful Solstice, a merry Christmas, a joyous Festivus, a great Boxing Day, a fabulous Kwanzaa, and are revving up for a very happy New Year! Phew! That's a lot of holidays, did I cover everyone? I hope so.
I will make up for lost posts due to scrambling for rent by giving you one long post now, while I am locked out of my work website due to...maintenance? I have no idea really...but it makes me nervous. I digress.
Anyhow! I got a great Christmas present from dad: photos! I am still scanning (it wasn't a ton, but I have had a lot of computer problems of late that can't be repaired with anything but money and I don't have any of that till my boyfriend gets some more work. Someone give my boyfriend some work. I like knowing I'll have rent, it's, comforting.) but here's an idea of what went on Dec 9th when dad started sorting out the loot:
Fun!
There were a coupla small boxes that I somehow missed when we moved! It was so exciting! Incidentally, the boyfriend also read us the news that Jim Morrison had just been posthumously pardoned for indecent exposure in Miami; so you know the whole day was blessed by the Rock Gods. ;)
He went through the negatives while I scanned my ass off. Not the rock photos however, although the room was all a twitter about those, we were far more excited about personal photos. Many, many of my older sister (some really great ones from when she was just a few days old!), and especially those of my mother, a few black and white close ups of her in her youth. It was amazing.
Sorry they are mostly blurry, light was low and...I was lazy. Note the drawing of dad in the lower right of the above picture. What a great piece of what I like to call "fan art". Haha!
Taken at the same time as the first one:
In the living room of the house in Venice, about 1974.
Neither one has the dad approved copy write and font, but I am now without photo-shop, the script one was for my other blog, blah, blah, blah, I am disorganized but mean well. Deal with it.
I bring this up cause I have a correction to make: it was vitamins. Iggy Pop came to the door of the house in Venice to ask for vitamins, not painkillers. I am so sorry Mr. Pop that I painted you in such a shady color, I know now you were only worried about your health and nothing dubious was afoot.
I have a confession to make. I work long hours, enjoy wine, and sometimes those things don't help in recalling all the details of dad's stories. I have heard them many times and am sorry I forgot one as important as vitamins over aspirin, but, this thing is a work in progress and we're working out the kinks as we go.
SO!
Eric Wonderman was sitting in the living room, Iggy Pop knocked on the door and asked if dad had any vitamins. Dad said, yes, they are in the bathroom. Iggy Pop entered, found the bathroom, took the vitamins and asked if there was any beer. Dad said no, sorry, at this point in life he was no longer drinking. There was however a liqor store right across the street. So Iggy asked if dad had $1.35. Sadly, dad could not help here either. Iggy then turned to Eric and asked if he had the $1.35 for beer (it was only a dollar thirty five for beer! Crazy.) he didn't have it either. Iggy left. Dad looked at Eric in confusion, Eric asked if he knew who that was, dad said no. Eric informed him that it was, in fact, Iggy Pop and thus begins the whole sordid affair. Iggy and dad would be friends for a few years after and he is the person I have the most photos and goodies of. More to come!
I also have to update the photo I posted of dad sitting on his Imagemaker camera bag, he photoshopped it for me himself and I am quite delayed in posting it.
It really does look rather nice doesn't it? I may have him shop all the photos for the blog now. What do you think dad?
~Sydney
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