That's right bitches. This magnificent bastard played the RECORDER! And he had a rooster buddy named Rusty and a giraffe buddy named Jerome and TWO Jazz Kitty buddies who had no names. Later in life I called them Miles and Davis. But they had a real identity.
Angie and Fiddle, the Jazz Cats and Patty and Polly, the Raccoons with recorder and bassoon and Buster, a Rooster with electric bass guitar.
Saturday, June 27, 2020
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I adored the Friendly Giant!
The Man was a GOD in his Castle Tower with the TINY FURNITURE that I freaked out every morning when I saw him rearrange it. The illusion was perfect and still is. And he made the recorder cool. Bitch please. What a plague instrument that thing was.
Hey, I STILL play the recorder because of him! Watch your filthy mouth with that "plague instrument" blasphemy, pal.
I do too..but come on. We took them from a communal box that sat all summer.
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