A smattering of unfinished sketchbook drawings…the great cartoonist R. Crumb routinely depicts the modern technological clutter, such as power lines, which form such an ugly, inelegant background to our everyday life…objects which many of us probably barely notice because we are so used to it.
A woman of African ancestry, observed in a Tobago tavern.
Trinidad & Tobago has sizable population of ethnic Hindis, brought over by the British as laborers following the abolition of slavery.
Sandwiched around my sojourn to T&T, I visited with my friend Winkler. He was living his dream– or part of it, anyway: he had moved to Florida. Winkler was a character…13 years older than me, we worked together at the Glenrock Company when I was in college. He had been a cook in the navy during the ’50s and still used the same flapjack recipe, scaled down from thousands of servings to two or three.
Scary, huh?
Drawn on the train, reflected in the window, Easter 2009
Here is the third leg of the stool, Greg. You can’t see them so well but he cultivates mutton-chops which would do honor to a Regency beau. In another vein, I shall observe that for a late Easter Sunday night, this nightclub actually had quite a few patrons- mostly young beautiful hipsters of various persuasions…perhaps a testament to the Abominable Twitch and his collaborators.
Here is my hurried impression of Dominic, the Twitch’s musical associate. DoJo is one of 2 violinists appearing in the current production of “Twelfth Night” at Navy Pier. He has been compelled to grow an imperial as a condition of employment, however he is happy to be acquiring an ear for Elizabethan dialogue.
My old pals Deb and Mike invited me to join them on Easter night to see their son Max, aka The Abominable Twitch, and associates perform at Rodan, a nightclub in Bucktown. Here is the Twitch deejaying.