First as Tragedy, Then as Farce -
Billions of dollars have been hastily poured into the global banking system in a frantic attempt at financial stabilization. Where is the social stability?
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Friday, 7 June 2019
quote [ Dr. John, the six-time Grammy Award winner whose gritty voodoo-inspired stage persona and whimsical way of speaking were as beloved in New Orleans as his piano-playing, has died. ]
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Arravis said @ 2:07am GMT on 7th June
I don't think I've ever told this story online, but all my friends know it.
Right after college (LSU) in the mid-90's, I worked for Kinko's as a graphic designer and Dr. John was a regular customer of mine. Keep in mind that I worked in the Kinko's Graphics department and that the Copy Center was a completely different section of the store. This will be important later on...
Dr. John always came in with a entourage of strange sycophants in tow. He was always a gentleman with a bit of a rough edge, drowning in interesting affectations; but his people were a random assortment of weirdo's and crazies that were clearly obsessed with him. He always had two or three of them with him, from an assortment of a half-dozen. This would be weird in other towns, but not completely unusual in Baton Rouge.
Anyway, Dr. John would always come in for the initial design consultation or copy job, but he'd leave the pick-up for his "people". Although he was always nice in all his interactions, his sycophants could be incredibly demanding during pickup. One day, I notice a commotion from the Copy Center, it seems that the sycophants were in an uproar over a job that wasn't ready. As one argued, the other went outside to their car to get something. A moment later she walks in with a lit candle and some other do-dads that I couldn't quite see from my spot. She drips hot wax all over the counter and proceeds to put a "Voodoo" curse on the employees and immediately stomps out. The Copy Center erupts into chaos as they peel away.
Of course I'm sure she didn't know Voodoo from Santeria and was just wanting to freak people out... but I sure am glad that Graphics was a completely separate department from the Copy Center and totally free of curses.
Anyway, God's speed to you Dr. John, you were one strange cat and the world is less interesting because of your passing!
Arravis said @ 2:08am GMT on 7th June
I don't think I've ever told this story online, but all my friends know it.
Right after college (LSU) in the mid-90's, I worked for Kinko's as a graphic designer and Dr. John was a regular customer of mine. Keep in mind that I worked in the Kinko's Graphics department and that the Copy Center was a completely different section of the store. This will be important later on...
Dr. John always came in with a entourage of strange sycophants in tow. He was always a gentleman with a bit of a rough edge, drowning in interesting affectations; but his people were a random assortment of weirdo's and crazies that were clearly obsessed with him. He always had two or three of them with him, from an assortment of a half-dozen. This would be weird in other towns, but not completely unusual in Louisiana.
Anyway, Dr. John would always come in for the initial design consultation or copy job, but he'd leave the pick-up for his "people". Although he was always nice in all his interactions, his sycophants could be incredibly demanding during pickup. One day, I notice a commotion from the Copy Center, it seems that the sycophants were in an uproar over a job that wasn't ready. As one argued, the other went outside to their car to get something. A moment later she walks in with a lit candle and some other do-dads that I couldn't quite see from my spot. She drips hot wax all over the counter and proceeds to put a "Voodoo" curse on the employees and immediately stomps out. The Copy Center erupts into chaos as they peel away.
Of course I'm sure she didn't know Voodoo from Santeria and was just wanting to freak people out... but I sure am glad that Graphics was a completely separate department from the Copy Center and totally free of curses.
Anyway, God's speed to you Dr. John, you were one strange cat and the world is less interesting because of your passing!
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Arravis said @ 2:07am GMT on 7th June [Score:4 Underrated]
I don't think I've ever told this story online, but all my friends know it.
Right after college (LSU) in the mid-90's, I worked for Kinko's as a graphic designer and Dr. John was a regular customer of mine. Keep in mind that I worked in the Kinko's Graphics department and that the Copy Center was a completely different section of the store. This will be important later on...
Dr. John always came in with a entourage of strange sycophants in tow. He was always a gentleman with a bit of a rough edge, drowning in interesting affectations; but his people were a random assortment of weirdo's and crazies that were clearly obsessed with him. He always had two or three of them with him, from an assortment of a half-dozen. This would be weird in other towns, but not completely unusual in Louisiana.
Anyway, Dr. John would always come in for the initial design consultation or copy job, but he'd leave the pick-up for his "people". Although he was always nice in all his interactions, his sycophants could be incredibly demanding during pickup. One day, I notice a commotion from the Copy Center, it seems that the sycophants were in an uproar over a job that wasn't ready. As one argued, the other went outside to their car to get something. A moment later she walks in with a lit candle and some other do-dads that I couldn't quite see from my spot. She drips hot wax all over the counter and proceeds to put a "Voodoo" curse on the employees and immediately stomps out. The Copy Center erupts into chaos as they peel away.
Of course I'm sure she didn't know Voodoo from Santeria and was just wanting to freak people out... but I sure am glad that Graphics was a completely separate department from the Copy Center and totally free of curses.
Anyway, God's speed to you Dr. John, you were one strange cat and the world is less interesting because of your passing!
