Benseraglio2
Thu, 17 Feb 2005 17:56:03 -0800
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In a message dated 2/17/2005 8:45:59 PM Eastern Standard Time, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:
Man, those were the good old days... that was the best thread I ever Ah yes, Bambi. She came up to me one night at a wild party on the Upper West Side and asked me to "rip my stockings." I replied "I beg your pardon?" She repeated, with more emphasis this time, "Rippppp mah stockings, big boy!" Well, don't you know, one thing led to another and she started following me around, so eventually I took her in. Problem was, she would only eat sushi. Plus which, she was constantly shooting up meth and babbling like a Valley Girl with a 'tude, so finally I just had to put the gag in. I mean, sheesh, what's a swinging bachelor to do?
Mick came over one night and started riffin -- "you're a strange stray cat, bet your mama didn't know you could scratch like that" -- eventually became the infamous "Stray Cat Blues". I wasn't credited on the album. Of course, I wasn't in it for the fame, even though my swinging bachelor pad on 108th St. was the venue, sort of the "womb" for a lot of the major avantgarde works of the twentieth century. John Lennon, who lived just down the street on Central Park West, spent a lot of time in my pad, although it got to be a real drag cause Yoko would call up all the time screeching at me in that wiggy Japanese accent to "send the fliggin fuckah home". Often I had to pay for the cab. I remember one night Allen Ginsberg, Laurie Anderson and Philip Glass came over and were rockin out way past midnight -- next thing I knew it was "Hydrogen Jukebox", but of course I didn't get credited on the album, but hey, I was content with my role as muse.
Anyhow, Bambi finally had to go. With her incessant sexual demands and really outrageous libido it made it hard for me to get any work done on my dissertation. So I took her to a shelter. Don't know what they did with her and don't wanna know.
Ross Bender
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