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These articles appear just as they were posted in the Usenet group alt.fan.david-bowie by group member Jamie Soule aka AladINSAnE. I have made no attempt to alter the formatting, spelling, grammar or edit in any way.

*IMAGES*: AN UNUSUAL *PART* 34


Bowie's videos are superior to most others for an interesting reason,
and that is for what they DO NOT have in them, scantily clad bimbos.
Bowie does not rely on SEX in his videos to sell his work, instead he
relies on his creative talents as an artist to attract an audience.
While most of the videos made to promote artists are aimed directly at
the groin, Bowie's are aimed at the mind. This is probably one of the
reasons his work does not break any sales records, but it speaks volumes
for his INTEGRITY as an ARTIST. I remember exactly when it was that I
saw the video for Heroes for the first time. I was downstairs in our
house watching some show, and my parents came down and said that they
wanted the TV in a few minutes in order to watch a program. I asked them
what they wanted to see, and they said the Bing Crosby Special. I said
to them, "Great. It's on this channel. I'm just waiting for it to come
on." My parents were accustomed to the Santa Monica 72 bootleg, music
from Yes, Supertramp, Genesis, Pink Floyd and other similar artists
emanating from my bedroom, not Bing Crosby. They both looked at me like
I was on drugs or something, I was, but they couldn't tell. Fuck Bing,
the TV Guide said Bowie was a guest on the show. I must add here that as
far as the drugs go, well, they were mandatory. You see, I had enough
common sense to know that in all probability The Bing Crosby Christmas
Special of 1978 would probably not feature Bowie near the beginning, I
would have to wait anywhere from thirty, forty and possibly more than
forty five minutes until he appeared. Do you understand what this meant?
Endurance. I was not going to leave the TV and risk having my parents
call me when Bowie came on, because they may forget, or remember halfway
through his *part*. This meant that I would be required to endure the
suffering associated with wholesome entertainment for the entire family.
It was fucking horrid, awful, putrid, disgusting, vile and really bad on
top of that. Physically I am not big, I do not go out and pick fights,
and I can run.. Well, I can run faster scared than they can mad, put it
that way. I am tenacious however, some would call it stubborn or
obstinate. I will not give up, or give in, and in that sense I will
stand up to anybody. I am tougher than Bing Crosby, and I had to be to
weather what I did, and they threw everything they could at me.


I was assaulted by Bing personally, he sang several Christmas tunes. He
doesn't fight fair, you are not supposed to "gang up" on a person in a
fight, it should be just you and your opponent. I may be mistaken
because I was severely traumatized by this experience but, I think Andy
Williams took a few shots at me as well. His singing did not hurt as
much as Bing's though. This however, I know for sure. He came at me a
couple of times with his entire dysfunction family, wife, kids, cousins,
you name it.  I am not joking about the dysfunctional part either, one
of his kids wrote a book that implied that sharp sticks inserted with a
sledge hammer in the area of your body you sit on was much more
preferable than having Bing as a father. Although he always looked and
acted like a doting father in public, they never got to see some of his
"moves" he used at home. It appears. he had a pretty good "right." They
all sat on a couple of couches arranged around a perfectly decorated
plastic Christmas tree complete with fake presents underneath. There was
also a lovely fake brick fireplace with a fake fire burning inside. I
think Williams was there as well. First of all they all sang some
Christmas Carols, like all families do at Christmas when they get
together for the holidays and spend time enjoying each other's company
in their fake houses. They sit around  their plastic trees decorated by
set designers from Hollywood. The winter chills and howling winds from a
twenty eight degree California winter are kept a bay by the warmth given
off by the fake flames in a fake fireplace. I was still reeling from the
singing when I got blind sided. Bing demonstrated that he would stop at
nothing, no matter how dirty it was, to try to make me run away to puke.
He grabbed one of his nephews I think it was, the kid was around five or
so. Instead of slapping him silly about the head, like he would at home,
he plopped the kid on his knee and started reminiscing about Christmases
gone by. Intermingled with this soliloquy of misery were examples of old
fashioned family values. The beauty of the words recited by Bing were
obviously scripted by a few of the best television drama writers in
Hollywood, they probably work on the afternoon Soap Operas. The reason I
believe this is because the sentimental warmth that was acted out by
Bing was so good you could just see tears welling up in those who were
tuned in. The real punch though, excuse the pun, was delivered at the
end when Bing gave his advice on the importance of the family, and how
much you need those who you love. I guess that is especially true, and
Bing should know. I guess if you have an important fight coming up and
need some practice, family members can be very important. I'm sure many
families sit and talk about the "good" times on Christmas Eve while
waiting for the morning when they can all open their beautifully wrapped
empty boxes. My parents never moved, I thought at times that these sugar
coated lies disguised as sentimental values would be too much even for
them to swallow, and they would turn the channel to watch something
better, like a channel where the station was off the air. Sometimes they
hummed along. I almost didn't make it, I needed those drugs.

There was a synthesized doorbell sound.  Bing went to answer the door
pretending that he didn't expect to have the person who signed a lengthy
worded legal contract prepared by high priced studio lawyers, and who
received a fee after his lawyers examine the contract to make sure that
he was being treated fairly, drop by. I couldn't believe Bowie went on
this show. In reality I couldn't believe Bing would ALLOW him on this
show. It doesn't matter though, he was  there. I can't begin to explain
the feeling I had as I watched Bowie upstage Bing when they sang their
duet of Peace On Earth and The Little Drummer Boy. It was the most
exhilarating wave of malicious delight I have ever had that swept over
me. Bowie's voice made Crosby look ridiculous.  Bowie voice was
marvelous, powerful, he was all over the scale, adding falsettos that
were captivating in their beauty. Bing Crosby on the other hand sounded
like a skinned cat who had been doused in turpentine, set on fire, and
stuffed between two mattresses held together by duct tape. My parents
hummed along with Bing.

It was the last thing I ever expected, and even if I did there is no way
one could prepare themselves for the experience of seeing it for the
first time. I didn't even know there was a video made for Heroes, very
few artists made any videos, and they were rarely shown on TV. Now, if
you would have ever told me that I would see a non mainstream David
Bowie appear on a Bing Crosby Christmas special, sing a duet with Bing
and then see a performance of Heroes, I would have strongly suggested
that you go and seek help immediately, because there is obviously
something seriously wrong with you and it should not go untreated. I
remember thinking, "Holy fuck," as the first few notes of Heroes drifted
out of the single billionth of an inch mono speaker we had on our 16"
RCA colour TV. Disbelief. It was akin to state of denial to what I was
hearing that I first felt, or it could be the drugs. Indifference was my
parents reaction. To tell you the truth this shocked me. You see, while
not thinking they bought me a stereo for my room that I asked or as a
gift. It was not the best one you could purchase but you could easily
hear it across the street most days. Heroes was one of the few Bowie
songs that I took to immediately, it was love at first listen, and I
played it a lot. I do mean A LOT. I recall sitting there in amazement as
to how these two people who live in the same house, could not recognize
what they were hearing after being exposed to it recently for most of
the hours that they were awake. Nothing.

The first image of Bowie on the screen sent cold shivers up and down my
spine. I got a rush. I remember cursing that there was no way to record
this, and wondering if the day will ever come when you could record
things from the TV. I concluded it would never happen. Even though Bowie
was sporting normal coloured  close cropped hair and wearing regular
clothing, he still looked "different," an outsider. I think it had a lot
to do with his eyes, you can see them really well in the video, they
made him look, well, alien. As far as the video goes, it was the
lighting that "did it." It was brilliant. To anyone who missed the
Station To Station tour this video is a stunning example of what can be
accomplished  using only white light. The way the lighting was situated
behind Bowie gave an eerie effect, especially the way it cast Bowie's
shadow. Bowie, I feel, could not have played the role better and the
combination of him in that setting was spectacular in the least.
Whereas the music videos rely on a series of scenes based around a
written "story line" to convey the meaning of a song, Bowie used only
"*images*." It certainly isn't difficult when you compare the video of
Heroes to something from MTV to discern what constitutes art. Does
Heroes tell a story? Well, no, but what it does do is send a message,
but you are not TOLD what the message is. The true genius behind this
video is that it is designed to be felt "EMOTIONALLY" by the viewer.
The way it was filmed does a magnificent job of creating a feeling of
starkness, cold and bleak, yet there seems to be an underlying warmth
that is difficult to explain. These are my feelings about it anyway.
Your feelings may differ, and this point is crucial. You see, even with
the presentation of a visual image viewed in conjunction with the music,
each person is still free to interpret the music and the *images* the way
they want. The video does not TELL you what to think, instead it invites
another "emotional" response, as art should.

Bowie, Peter Gabriel and a few others should be commended for their
refusal to allow their music to be associated with mediocre repetitive
story lines for the brainless. They should be complimented for realizing
that sex already gets enough coverage in our society, without any
further contributions from them., and therefore they choose to make
video which is aimed at a different head. It is a pleasure to view
something that is treated as an extension of one's art, rather than a
commercial to sell a product. I know that I have different feelings for
Heroes when I hear it in the 78 the video, and then hear it in a
Microsoft commercial. One conjures up feelings of joy, and the other
methods of committing first degree murder. That is one thing that Bowie
has always done for me with his work, and that is brought out some
powerful emotions. The standard that Bowie would establish for his
videos was set right from the beginning, and it was a very high one. It
is always noticeable in Bowie's videos that a great deal of thought went
into each one, and this I feel remains true. I am not just saying this,
because it is Bowie, but his videos are in almost every case, "something
that you haven't seen before.," and in that regard set themselves in a
much higher class compared to most others. May I go as far as to say
that most are in a class by themselves? The three that came off of
Lodger were no exception, even more so when you consider the year that
they were made.  DJ is overlooked in my opinion.  I believe that I may
look at that song in quite a different manner than most fans do, as I
have never heard anyone make a similar statement regarding this track.
I see parts of it as a "historical archive," a brilliantly written
comment which truly captures the period when it was written.


Those of you who are of the same generation as I am,  the ones favoured
by Almighty God because we were in our teens in the seventies, will be
able to identify easily with this. The music that was normally on the
radio could be described as "decent," for the most part, or fucking
incredible if you compare it to now. It just occurred to me that you
never hear anyone mention what station they listened to the most. I
would be very interested to know what people who grew up in that era
thought of the DJ's, compared to now. My interest comes only from the
fact that I have never heard anyone's comments, or opinions, on that
subject. CHOM FM in Montreal was one fucking great station to listen to.
Now I am going to freely admit that the station itself may be a bit over
rated by me,  because the music they played was decent enough that you
could easily listen to CHOM all day and not get fed up with it.  Now
that I come to think about it,  EVEN the now dreaded AM radio stations
that have their drive by shooting, er, sorry, I mean drive home at five
specials, were okay to listen to. Better than  okay, actually.  I
remember Brown Sugar, Layla., Diamomd Dogs., Take A Walk On The Wild
Side, Round About, Games Without Frontiers, In The Court Of The Crimson
King, Karn Evil Nine, Dream On, Funeral For A Friend, One Of These Days,
Hide In Your Shell, Can't Get It Out Of My Head,  Aqualung, Let It Be,
Won't Get Fooled Again, I Don't Like Mondays, Born To Run, My Sweet
Lord, Psycho Killer, Band On The Run,  #9 Dream, Lola and Wild World all
getting lots of airplay on AM radio. What the fuck happened, anybody
know? I remember getting up one morning and hearing all of Echoes, which
is over twenty minutes in length. I remember them playing ENTIRE ALBUMS
at times UNINTERRUPTED, and I mean uninterrupted. No breaks, no
commercial and no fucking commentary. HEY! THAT'S IT!  FINALLY. I could
never quite put my finger on it. One of the major things that irritates
me about the radio these days. It's the commentary.

The DJ's and other radio personalities never fucking shut up. They each
seem to  have a total  of one sentence that starts when they first get
on the air, and ends the day they retire. This may be a desirable thing
to have if you  host a talk show that is so bad that you have been
turned down by every person who you invited on as your guest. This
includes all those dead people, those who have not been born yet,  the
people in the costumes you couldn't coax off the pages of Marvel Comics
and the mannequin that kicked the shit out of you. You could not even
get Celine Dione. This is the person who decided to take a two year
hiatus and drop out of public view so her and her husband could make a
tax deduction. Here's some interesting trivia. It was actually Celine
Diones husband who was the one to first discover her seemingly never
ending swamp, er, sorry, I meant to say pool, of talent. He was not her
husband yet, when this happened, he was still just their sixty two year
old neighbour, named Rene. Now, Rene owned his own very unique, and
successful business, at one time  that catered to  the more affluent
members of society. His is a real rags to riches, then back to rags then
to dressing up to look like Mark Anthony. This style of dress was
necessary so he would look the *part* when his wife, dressed as Cleopatra,
so they could be elevated and carried on platforms by people dressed as
slaves over the heads of their invited guests and into an area made to
resemble *part* of Egypt. This was all a perfectly crafted demonstration
of just how much of a self serving display of arrogant posturing that
you can get away with if you have money, and guests with strong
stomachs, who can contain their laughter  as they watch you HUMBLY
renew your sacred wedding vows.

Rene came from a relatively poor family, they were all GOLD DIGGERS, in
other words they were gold miners. Now, although both parents worked,
because of the size of the family they were unable to put any of their
one children through school, or assist any of him financially. One day
however, a ray of good fortune fell on Rene, he found some money, and a
sizeable amount of money it was too. He found it actually in what looked
to him like a lost, or a discarded, woman's purse. It was quite peculiar
how he found it. As it happened he was just waiting at a bus stop, he
wasn't looking at anything in particular when the corner of his eye just
"caught" it.  Rene thought to himself that it as fortunate he found it,
and not someone else, because the brown purse was just hanging there,
draped over the shoulder of a blond girl, who was wearing what he
thought to be rather thick sun glasses. He rationalized that a purse
hanging like that was bound to be taken by someone before long, so he
decided not to leave it for some "junkie" to find.. He thought, as he
bolted across a nicely manicured lawn and through a freshly trimmed
hedge, that the girl's dog, who was in some "funny" contraption with a
big wooden handle on it, may pursue him as he fled.  That however, did
not happen, the girl's seeing eye dog remained firm. Rene had the luck
of the Irish when it came to finding things, he would just stumble on to
them. He found a car once, in the street of all places. He found that
there were many people who just left stuff they didn't want laying
around all over their houses

With the six hundred and forty two dollars from his lucky find, Rene
opened the business he had always dreamed of, since he was eleven, and
mixed cocaine with Vick's cherry favoured cough syrup with codeine,
three Tylenol #3's wrapped in a Kraft processed cheese slice,  one hit
of double purple micro dot, two hits of something they told him was
either mescaline or worm pills for the cat, two nice lung fulls of Pam
Cooking Spray and he was drunk on either Gelco Radiator Fluid, vodka, or
Hugo Boss Cologne, he can't recall which.. It took awhile for the idea
to catch on, giving people's pet fish swimming lessons, but it did,
especially among the wealthy. Many would just drop the fish off on the
way when they were taking the family dog in for its  "counselling"
appointment with the animal psychologist.  Rene was making a small
fortune when it happened, he had sixty six outlets, and was offering
home based lessons at a premium price, and then out of nowhere came the
blow, one which he never anticipated. In two separate incidences in the
same week, two of Rene's students died , the coroner's inquest
determined that they had both drowned accidentally. Both of the
resulting lawsuits were successful, and if he had the proper amount of
insurance coverage he would have been fine, but this lesson came too
late,  everything he had was seized, and then sold with all of the
proceeds going to the families of the victims. This *part* is the  real
tragedy. You see, Rene  by this time Rene had built up a rather well
known reputation for himself as a philanthropist.  He would often go to
Las Vegas and give women he only met once, out of  court cash
settlements.

Rene recalls with a great deal of warmth in his voice that he remembers
he was in sitting in the back yard, wearing his favourite under shirt
along with his lime green thong bathing suit,  and celebrating his 66th
birthday, along with some friends. He remembers thinking it rather odd
that fourteen year old Celine was sitting with her feet on the trunk of
her parents silver Chevrolet Impala, that was a favourite target of the
repo man, who was so far unsucessful.. This was of course before
Celine's father "set the bitch on fire," so no one would have it. No one
knows, even to this day, what prompted Celine's father to take off in
that car, without warning, and like a bat out of Hell with his daughter
still outside.. Remember the "old" cars? The engines, 350's, 427's,
V8's, slant 6 and no aluminium, big metal blocks, some with four barrel
carbs. Cars were METAL then, not fibreglass, plastic, recycled tin cans
and aluminium foil. You never see polished chrome anymore, some of those
grills were literally works of art. Then there was the room in them, you
could lay down in the back seat to  sleep. I always found it fascinating
how the rear seats in those older cars could hold four people easily on
weekdays, yet only two on weekends. It's a mystery. They had big trunks
too, which in  this case is lucky, because Celine, by some miracle,
managed to remain on the trunk, but still oblivious to her father as the
car accelerated to what Rene estimated to be around forty miles an
hour.  Celine did great, and she would have made it if the speed bump
that her father did not slow down for, or try to avoid, wasn't there.
Every eye witness said the same, it was not her fault, from what they
saw it was everyone's unanimous opinion that there was no one would have
made it. Her body went straight up and to the right as ii departed from
the trunk of the vehicle. On the way up she did  an almost picture
perfect two and a half, the only thing was her toes were not quite
together.  She got remarkable height, but it seems that the layout she
did as the upward acceleration diminished, was sloppy at best.  There
was a desperate lack of body control, limbs flailing everywhere and
grasping at nothing but air. This was all highlighted by a scream that
Rene could not help but notice. It started at about middle scale with
just a vocal noise. Now, although it did sound desperate, kind of void
of any hope, surprisingly, it was not the least bit erratic, or out of
key. It was not what one could describe as "powerful,"  but the sustain
of the note Celine demonstrated just before the word  help, worked
really well. The transfer of her body from the layout position into the
half twist as she reached the summit, was much smoother, but her arms
were not tucked in enough. For the vocal co-ordination however, she gets
full marks, it was the best that anyone has ever seen,  before or since.
The word "help" was beautifully synchronized. The beginning of it was
audible at the lower end of the scale, and at the very second that her
upward motion had ceased, when she was literally suspended in space for
a tenth of a second.  Now, at the precise moment when half of her body
was still partially laid out, and the other half rotating, and the
realization comes that the journey has not yet ended,  there is still
half to go, her voice rose to a falsetto HALFWAY THROUGH A NOTE. I did
not believe this, and I still have difficulty with it, but everyone who
was there swears it happened.  Right in the middle of the word "help,"
she starts improvising, adding "AAhhhh's."  After the half twist though
it was reported that her moves were not recognizable any more, she
seemed to lose her sense of perception, and not knowing up from down
anymore caused a serious loss of body control. On the other hand though,
the vocals were stunning, she held notes for periods of time that were
breath taking, she was hitting and holding vast ranges of high notes, as
well as low notes,  intermingling  lyrics with known sounds, and ones
that came from her own personal style. She kept going too, giving it all
she had  until she hit the ground a slid partially under a bush.
Everyone said that her voice was so beautiful and captivating, they did
not want it to end and they all wished that she had fallen a lot
farther.

Rene knew right away he had seen a falling star, this girl could sing,
and not just well. The question of her becoming a star was not if, but
when. As Celine lay there Rene started adding up what her talent could
bring  to him every year,  he never said what it could bring him, but I
am sure he meant happiness and joy. Rene realized that he had a
situation on his hands similar to the other treasures he "found."  As he
looked at her bruised body partially covered by vegetation, he noticed
that there were thorns on some of the branches by where she was laying.
He looked at his hands before he attempted to grab her by the waist to
get her out. Always thinking of people first, Rene was determined that
there would not be any more injuries today, noticing that he didn't have
a mark on himself, he tenderly pulled Celine out by her ankles, after
putting on a pair of gardener's gloves of course that some one handed
him,  and as he picked her up she half woke up to see her Knight In
Shining  Armour. Celine claims that she was fine after the accident
because, as she says, "the asphalt broke her fall." I think these
statements  indicate something else.

Rene brought Celine the short distance to his house, he wanted her to
sit for a few minutes to rest. Not being used to someone fawning over
her, her gratitude was sincere when she thanked Rene after biting into
the sardine, peanut butter, cheese and turnip sandwich he made her.
Nobody really took much interest in her at home to really sit down and
talk to her. It was difficult for her growing up without two parents.
Her mother was killed in a freak airplane accident when Celine was nine.
Although they never learned all off the details during the six month
inquirery that was done by the FAA, they do know this much. It was
definitely a commercial aircraft, but they refused to reveal which
airline operated it, sighting that it was not "need to know"
information. The cause of the tragedy was the result of "human" error,
and not due to any mechanical failure. It was determined that it was an
unsecured cap was the sole cause of the accident. It was further ruled
by the panel of aviation experts that a "determining factor," was the
altitude of the aircraft at the time  of the mishap.  It was through the
simple failure to properly close, secure and lock a cap by one, or more,
of the Pump And  Drain Engineers on the Sanitation Crew, which allowed
the contents of the airplane's lavatory to escape from the containment,
tank and become separated from the aircraft.  Had the plane been at a
lower altitude at the time, Mrs. Dion would have become "contaminated,"
by the "mixture," however not seriously injured. It was  because the
plane was at an altitude determined to be 33,000 feet at the time, the
"mixture" froze on the way down. Mrs. Dion had no way of surviving the
impact when it struck her while she was out in the back yard beating the
family dog for pissing in the pot of Irish Stew she was preparing for
dinner. Celine was close to her mother before the Lord saw fit to "call
her home," and the void left in her life was never filled. Her father
was a hard working man, and therefore not around very much. His daytime
job was counting grass seed at  the local factory to make sure each bag
was filled according to company specifications before being shipped off
to the retailers. He had been at this job for only a short time, after
losing his prestigious position with his former employer, due to a
medical condition.

He had managed, out of fear of what others would think, to keep his
severe dyslexia hidden from everyone, including his parents, since
childhood. It was due to this condition that he firmly believed that the
bid red octagon shaped sign said "POTS," and not "STOP." This is the
only reason he did not even slow down as his Ice Cream Truck proceeded
through it, and he became an uninvited participant in the Pride Of The
City annual parade about a quarter way through. The newspaper the
following day called it a "miracle" that the guy who makes animals out
of balloons for kids was not killed, or seriously injured, after he flew
over the heads of those who were lined up at the side to watch the
parade, and after doing what the paper described as "several decent
bounces," landing between a fire hydrant and a parking meter. While
defending himself, unsuccessfully, in Traffic Court, the truth about his
condition was revealed and he lost his his drivers licence, and
therefore his job as well. He lost his private pilots licence and his
qualifications as a Federally Licensed Proof Reader, sometimes working
on a *part* time basis for the Government of Canadian ensuring that the
spelling was correct on the schematic diagrams of the safety systems on
the CANDU Nuclear Reactors which are responsible for preventing a
meltdown. The loss of his job driving the ice cream truck was
devastating on him, as it took his pride away. It wasn't only the fact
that he worked for the company a little over twenty six years, but also
what he accomplished while there. In his more sentimental moments he
would recant the story of how he worked his way up from pushing a cart
in the park, to driving the "FLAGSHIP" of the company's fleet. He would
tell you how he worked the stadiums. football, baseball and the hockey
arenas too. He would tell you a about the parts of the big games he
managed to see, or concerts, when he wasn't bent down over his ice
chest.

He was a gentleman, a shy sort of man, and he never boasted about
himself. This is the only reason he rarely told anyone the fact that he
once held the World Record for pitching an ice cream sandwich, and he
came second in the popsicle division. The participants were judged not
only on distance, but accuracy, he would always add. On  a rare
occasion  a visitor to the family's home may be show the den, it was
here where the walls were adorned with the various awards he won over
the years, and the shelves were lined end to end with trophies. If you
named it you can bet he won it.  The  amount of sales achievement awards
were unbelievable, every flavour of popsicle, and any type of bar, you
could name was there, along with all the Vendor Of The Month, and Vendor
Of The Year plaques. His modesty prevented him from telling you that he
had a shit load more in boxes in the garage. Ironically there were a few
plaques in recognition of his "accident free years." These were of
course  all previous to his summary convictions of dangerous driving,
failing to yield,  obtaining a state licence under fraudulent pretences,
three counts of uttering a false statement,  submitting a false
document, forging a document and wilfully supplying or giving
information you know to be false or misleading  to a state agency.


His modesty, which prevented him from telling his guests that he had
shit load more awards in boxes in the garage, is the same reason very
few heard of the world record for tossing an ice cream sandwich the
furthest, with accuracy. The only time you would hear it was when he was
piss drunk on his favourite, Benny's Better Chardonnay , red wine,
usually discounted, or when he was painting the inside of the house and
he got wasted from inhaling the solvent. He never talked about the
things he did to help others, or things he was rewarded for. The stories
that were told about him, and circulated by word of mouth in the
lunchroom or toilet, were stuff of legends. He once pushed his cart for
six hours with TWO FLAT TIRES, rather than quit.  The real testament to
him was when the refrigeration unit failed on another driver's truck on
what turned out to be the hottest day of the year, All attempts by the
other driver failed, and he was certain he was going to lose the entire
load,. All of the older drivers recall the frantic pleas for help as the
driver watched the thermostat rising, -20, -18, -10. Dion was
approaching the most lucrative spot in town, a twelve building state
owned housing complex on welfare day. Even with the knowledge of huge
commissions, they usually bought Drumsticks and up,  Dion turned his
vehicle around and rushed to the other drivers aid, Now, along the way
he was pulled over for speeding, and after making the cop aware of the
severity of the situation, and having no time to spare, he begged the
cop for a POLICE ESCORT, and he got it. The temperature in the truck was
well above freezing when he arrived, it was a serious situation, things
were getting soft. Dion tried a few things, only to have his attempts
fail. There were only minutes left,  yet Dion was calm, even under the
tremendous pressure. All was nearly lost when Dion single handily "hot
wired" the refrigeration unit, saving both the driver, and the load. He
got a letter of commendation from the company, and a set of pens.

Celine enjoyed the fact that Rene asked a lot of questions, and seemed
truly interested in hearing the answers. He asked her how old she was,
and when she replied fourteen, he asked if she was married. The answer,
Celine fondly recalls, seemed to delight him.  The thing Celine
remembers the most about her first time with Rene, was how caring he
seemed to be. In an obvious display of concern.  she said Rene gave her
some valuable advice. he first told her that he could tell that she had
a promising voice just from the shrill sounds of terror that she
expelled on her descent to the ground, after "flying" off of the trunk
of her father's Impala. Rene went on to explain that the "real" world
can be a tough place at times, and there are those out there who prey on
others who are less street' smart. This can be especially true in
places like New York, Los Angeles and other big cities. The
entertainment industry,. he said was ripe with talent agencies that
appear reputable on the outside, and you later discover that they are in
fact operated by agents who are.......Rene paused. "MONSTERS." He,
paused again looking pensive. Looking deeply into Celine's eyes Rene
told her that at fourteen she was not a kid, and besides, she was a well
educated girl, having had four more years of formal schooling than Rene.
He respected her and therefore was just going to spit it out knowing she
could handle it. "PREDATORS," he said. "PREDATORS." They will eat you
up, rob you, use you,, take it all, and when you are no more use to
them, they will spit you out. like used Bazooka Joe Double Bubble cherry
flavoured chewing gum, that you can buy for five cents, and has a little
comic inside. He told her that this was not to sound at all like he was
questioning how smart she was, but a girl like her was "ripe" picking
for one of them.  The only reason for this he said was not because she
was dumb, but because they had been at it so long they new every angle,
and that she may be a bit naive when it came to these "tricks" used by
these unscrupulous, manipulative users. Celine was infatuated by this as
no one had ever cared for her  so much, or respected her. He went on to
say some of those managers "take advantage" of girls in, more ways than
one. The terrible thing though is they normally take "commissions" of
eighty five to ninety five percent, where as a reputable manager only
takes seventy to seventy five percent. He told Celine that in his
opinion that was way too much, he said if it were him he would only take
sixty percent because he is not greedy and money hungry like them.
Celine was deeply moved.


Rene barely gave a second thought to the Federal charge of the illegal
transportation of a minor across state lines. Noting that Celine was
still rather "fuzzy" from the blunt trauma blow to the head,  she still
looked at least "half together," and this is why he ascertained that
there was no better time than the present to ask her a very important
question. It was then he proposed to her. He suggested they get married
in Las Vegas. Just the thought of what a great adventure it would be to
hitch hike with Rene to Las Vegas was enough, let alone get married to a
wonderful man. When her eyes uncrossed she readily agreed.. The woman at
the marriage registry never questioned anything. To marry a girl of
fourteen, a signature from a parent giving permission was required. Rene
stood talking to the woman wearing a George Bush Halloween mask,
explaining that Celine was his  daughter from Botswana that he adopted
through a relief agency. The woman did not question the President Of The
United States, as she handed him the marriage certificate. The rest,
well, is history. During her two year absence from the public eye, she
still allowed herself to have her picture on the cover of every magazine
you could name. In addition she let her words be heard by never refusing
an interview to anyone. Her interviews for the Bangladesh Times, Kosovo
Herald, Afghan Daily, and the Iran Sunday Edition newspapers made
wonderful reading. Her "image" also appeared for thirty minutes, twice a
day for 365 days, on "talk shows." Missing the glare of the cameras
Celine would walk around holding a camcorder aimed at her face while
asking herself questions, all this time Rene illuminated her with a
flashlight containing rechargeable Eveready Heavy Duty  batteries he
bought on sale from Wal-Mart.

Okay now, back to what I was talking about. Shit, I forgot. What was I
talking about again? I can't remember. Damn it. Oh, yeah, Bowie. Let me
finish........

AlaDinSAnE
And if you thought otherwise, and doubted me, I hope this straightens
things out.
Oh, and by the way, I am not finished yet, there is a lot more to go. So
there.
Bye.


""I don't begrudge any artist for finding an audience"
- David Bowie abt. 1987
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