kind of excuse to each other and run home. I assume that
they were all playing with themselves though I am not admitting anything.
L'Avion de Sandra.
Some years later, 1969 or so Cream broke
up. Clapton got together with some guys (Winwood, Baker & Gretsch) and recorded
an album that was eventually named "Blind
Faith." The name was taken from the title of a photograph by
Bob Sidemann that served as a front cover for their first and only studio
album. It was a bust of a naked young girl holding an airplane. That cover
caused a lot of controversy and in the US it was replaced by a photo of the
band. Funny, we were supposedly founded by people that ran away from British
persecution, so you'd think that we'd know better; but NO - every now and then
we gotta stick it to them - D.H. Lawrence? Ulysses? Blind Faith? - well, fuck you,
you bloody Brits! Not on my watch! (It's Uncle Sam, you know.) That photo arose
mixed feelings in my mind but not necessarily the kind that I would have to beat
down at once, if you know what I mean. The girl's name was
Mariora and she was
actually holding a spaceship model (looked like a plane to me!) I did not know
her name at the time and I just looked it up (could have been Sandra - which
would have me somewhat psychic because the name was only released to the public many
years later.)
L'Avion de Sandra.
Am I secretly and unbeknownst to even myself a pedophile?
I doubt it! When I was 9 or so, in pre-historic times, and living in yet another
country, I had another neighbor named (I think) Mia. Now Mia, was around my age
and she was dark and cute. I have no idea what her cultural/ethnic background
was - people used to say that hers was a family of gypsies. Be that as it may,
Mia would cover her face when she became embarrassed. The boys (though not me, I
was believe it or not, too shy) figured out some things, that would bring about
that kind of mini crisis for Mia. They would tease her, on her way from school,
and she would pick up the hem of her dress, cover her face and run all the way
home. The thing
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