Sometimes I think of John Lennon.
There were so many things I wanted to say:
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Jul
21
I love to feel the south wind blow
Upon my face in wintertime
Jul
14
Wendy Sheridan
Key West Daze: 1975-1983
I was 19 years old and really green when I approached Terence McGuire and asked him for an audition to play at the Bull. That was the start of discovering what music could mean for me. Terry, T-Mac, gave me a place to ‘become’. The Bull was more than a bar. [...]
Jul
14
Wendy Sheridan
In 1980 I left the island for about six months and went to NYC, doing solo gigs in the Village and showcases and shit. One time I had this gig in the “Other End” on Bleeker Street and lo and behold, as the people came in, one after another were from KEY WEST! Half [...]
Jul
14
Wendy Sheridan
Remember in 1977, when Saturday Night Live was new on the tube, and Dan Akkroyd wasn’t too famous yet? He was sitting there at the bar in The Bull, alone. I started a conversation with him during my break and he told me he loved the way I played the blues, that he played [...]
Jul
14
Wendy Sheridan
A girlfriend from Key West, a sexy little stripper named Chris, who was Rick Fraley’s (Pacific Orchestra-bass) wife at the time, told me this story:
She was in Chicago, working as a playboy bunny, serving a table of Hollywood bigwigs. When she said she was from Key West, they asked if she knew a certain “Wendy [...]
Jul
8
I met Jamie Alcroft when Ellen O’Brien dragged him to the South Street house for a reading. He was polite enough to mask his skepticism. Shortly, we were on the same page and have been on it ever since, although in different notebooks.
Jul
7
Around 2 o’clock in the morning, Wild Man beat a shrimper to death with a pool cue in the Boat Bar.