My halloween disguise – you’ll never recognize me with ‘stache, chops, cardigan & fancy new hat. Waiting for a bus (i left the house!) off to meet 藤田良子 in hot spring village of Maniwa, on the borderlands of Tottori. Same as it ever was, same as i ever am (except slightly more chubby).
I ventured out, moustachioed, into the wilds of Guilford complete with my inmate number for easy identification.
Along with brother Dan as a clown, no tears for this one, and brother Bob with some inappropriate cultural appropriation upon which I won’t comment upon further, we would rampage through Guilford Mews condos using pillowcases instead of plastic sacks to collect the trick or treat bounty.
Oh those notorious Olson boys, always up to no good, they make the Duke boys look like saints. This time it’s Dan headed to the brig while I strike my best rockstar pose – indeed my true calling if it wasn’t those pesky musical instruments.
My iteration was a mix of my uncle Randy Bachman and a bit of Elvis who had died on my recent seventh birthday. Hey glasses, big hair, bellbottoms with pom-poms and platform shoes… But oh that pose! Simply says, “I know you’re looking but I don’t care – i’m just here to rock”
Two bearded distinguished gentleman discussing how Ernest Hemingway is vastly overrated.
note: this costume was on deck a couple years ago, but life got weird for me, but in that moment of sadness, I realized I didn’t need to dress up as the most interesting man in the world as i’ve met at least a dozen people as interesting as this fictional dude.
I have stories which make Jimmy Buffett seem sober, Keith Richards cringe and Hugh Hefner blush… (well at least two of those are true) This is my homage to the crusty septgagrnarian and erstwhile Publisher and *cough “sexual liberator ?)”— I don’t look or read his magazine, nor say it’s name aloud, but I do admire his vast selection of smoking jackets. note: pipe, cravat/ascot, and hair/eyebrows to complete the masquerade.
Sidenote: this was the last time my face with cleanly shaven which I found to be rather uncomfortable.
Further sidenote: Kenny Trobman vastly upstaged me with his Ron Jeremy costume that year at the Eastside Club Tavern
Los Cousins Banditos (not officially Spanish). Cousins Keiza and Tal along with brother Bob and me, showing significant incompetence in gun-handling ability (hasn’t changed for me but possibly for others whoa re more inclined in adult times).
Backstage with Danny Elfman after Oingo Boingo concert in SLC Fairground auditorium (or something), 1985 with Wall of Voodoo opening. Also enjoyed pleasant conversation with Steve Bartek.
Misters Elfman and Bartek have continued a long collaboration making soundtrack scores and music for film and television (especially collabs with Tim Burton, Peewee Herman and for The Simpsons and many more).
Also note: interesting intellectual property story about use of Oingo Boingo song in Fast Times at Ridgemont High movie will add at some point.
Note: Will attempt to remember to add a better copy of this photo at some point (scanned in early days at low-resolution)