Thursday, July 08, 2010

Fantastic Farewell

Been here.


I'm knocking on fifty (but look years younger). I've spent the evening sitting in the rain on a park bench singing my heart out to a particularly cheesy rendition of "The Wonder of You" being sung by a Dead Elvis impersonator as the audience debates whether or not Frank Sidebottom's older kid brother should kill Little Frank (a cardboard puppet) so that he can go into a paper mâché sarcophagus and join Big Frank in the afterlife.

It doesn't get a lot better than that.

8 comments:

moreidlethoughts said...

What on earth are you smoking/sniffing/eating...?

Kane said...

Kevin,

I love the tone of your stories =)

There are times when I do feel that; that life doesn't get any better than this.

Kane

Scarlet Blue said...

I don't know how I missed Frank Sidebottom? Odd.
Sx

Lulu LaBonne said...

I missed Frank too - sad because he sounds like fun.

KAZ said...

Isn't Frank a Manchester thing?

Kevin Musgrove said...

moreidlethoughts: nothing stronger than tea, I promise!

Hi Kane!Many thanks.

Scarlet and Lulu: oh, you missed a treat, believe me! He was very much tied in with the northern indie scene.

KAZ!!! [unseemly show of emotion] (-:

Madame DeFarge said...

His appeal was lost on me, but I hope he had a good send-off nonetheless.

Kevin Musgrove said...

Madame DeF: as an act, you either loved or loathed Frank, there was no territory in between.

Chris himself was an entirely decent bloke. Mad as a box of frogs, but entirely decent.