This story reminds me of the cover girl of Great Whiteâs âOnce Bittenâ LP in the mid-80s. She was local to where I was working at a record shop up in Lynnwood at that time and sheâd come in sometimes and hang around the bin where âherâ record cover was displayed, arranging her features into an approximation of the album art.
If we werenât busy, one of us would go over and talk to her about it so that sheâd stand an even better chance of being recognized. It made her happy; she was young.
Lady, it sucks that you as a hand model are not as recognizable on the street as, say, Kate Moss. But it does not compare to the late great Robert White, the guitarist who played on most of the Motown hits. He once, in his later years, went into a diner, where they were playing the song with his most recognizable lick, "My Girl". He started to tell the waitress, "hey, that's me" but then thought, "oh, that'd just make me look like an old fool," and kept it to himself. And he died before the book and movie Standing In the Shadows of Motown told that story, and brought the Funk Brothers some long-overdue recognition.
sad.
Are you saying that rag is in the red?
If we werenât busy, one of us would go over and talk to her about it so that sheâd stand an even better chance of being recognized. It made her happy; she was young.
You know that right...I mean, you just don't post stuff without backing it up with knowledge.
Right?
Silence...or I'll wither your gyro mouse.
That story is sad. Yours is just kind of pitiful.