my aunt made a flip comment to my ex once. she asked if he was catholic. he said no. she asked if he goes to church, or if he was a "member of the church of rock and roll". brilliant. this is my godmother. couldn't have picked a more perfect lady.
there's a church on queens boulevard called the rock church. i tried to take a photo of it yesterday, but instead i downloaded their logo from the website. (see above.)
postscript...
a song keeps following me around. like a shadow. heard it between sets at a show last night. the song begins 2 seconds after i finish a text to my road dog friend who is on tour with the group. wonder if they were playing this song at that exact moment? probably not. but stranger things have happened. in my life especially.
"...won't you lay your hands on me
mirror my malady
transfer my tragedy.
got a curse i cannot lift...
my mind has changed
my body's frame
but god i like it
my heart's aflame
my body's strained but god i like it...
baby doll
i recognize
you're a hideous thing
inside
if ever there were a lucky kind
it's
you
you
you
you
i know it's strange
another way
to get to know you
you'll never know
unless we go
so let me show you...
dream me oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them
weave into yours...
gonna teach you tricks
that'll blow your mind..."
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