It’s always sobering to realize that large chunks of one’s life have somehow broken off and fallen away.
This bit of lost memory comes via my nephew Ken, who is the keeper of my parents’ pictures. It seems they kept the one above. Ken sent it to me a couple of days ago.
Okay, I recognize Robb and Stephen and Michele. I recognize Paul Sykes, who was apparently top-billed, and who probably deserved to be. Paul was one of the sweetest people I ever knew, and I remember him fondly.
But I’ve never heard of The Inn Group. Would I have belonged to a band called The Inn Group? Did I (horrors!) think up the name? If I did, what was I taking at the time so I can be certain of avoiding it in the future?
I don’t remember us being called We Three (pre-Stephen) or The Rainy Day People, either, although we apparently cut a record under that name. How many other names don’t I remember? The Bus Tokens? The Widdle Folk? The Puddle-Jumpers? The Very Whites? Freddie and the Fingers? The Numismatists? Anton Mesmer and the Stares?
This is unsettling, I tell you, unsettling. In the unlikely event that someone writes my biography, are large parts of it going to seem new to me? Will there be a large section called THE JERUSALEM YEARS, or CHANGING MODERN DANCE? Was I once, God forbid, a performance artist?
Here’s the picture again, a little bigger but minus Paul.
Yup, I recognize everybody. I even recognize the photo session, but only because I posted other pictures from it, which Robb sent me. I have no memory of actually doing it. Also, even if did think up the name, I disclaim responsibility for the exclamation point.
I’m imploring the other three Pleasure Fairies — not meant the way it sounds — to step up and fill me in. I’m also pleading with John Lindquist, who keeps the website on all things Bread and pre-Bread, to chime in.
I don’t recognize the chin-on-wrist pose, either. Or the crossed ankles, for that matter. It’s kind of fey, and I’ve never thought of myself as fey, nor am I requesting opposing opinions on the issue.
Just give me my life back. Or this little piece of it, anyway.