ELEGANAZA
When I was nine and twenty, the four members of the rock group I’d led as a younger sod decided we’d far from gotten our money’s worth out of the extremely foolish-looking sequined overalls we’d had made for us in the last days of our inglorious career, and reunited for a two-night stand at Hollywood’s extremely inglorious Starwood club.
ELEGANAZA
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TIME MARCHES ON!
by John Mendelssohn
When I was nine and twenty, the four members of the rock group I’d led as a younger sod decided we’d far from gotten our money’s worth out of the extremely foolish-looking sequined overalls we’d had made for us in the last days of our inglorious career, and reunited for a two-night stand at Hollywood’s extremely inglorious Starwood club. We opened, as we always had, with the Move’s “Hello, Susie.” Unlike earlier in our career, when it invariably either headed for the snack bar, continued animated conversations, or shouted, uFog-HAV. Fog-HAV. Fog-HAV.” the audience applauded delightedly. We played one of our originals. Damned if they didn’t applaud again, even more delightedly. “So this is what it should always have been like,” I thought.
And then somebody had to yell, “Too old, John!” and burst my bubble but good.