I''m tired of all the nonsense going on inside the church and beyond: predictable YT vids, stifling of truth, not just in the media but in the hearts and minds of those who really ought to speak it a bit more.
And all the boring stuff by men and women who can play the piano or some other hard instrument, build sheds, carve wood, sing songs, ride boards, rant about the Bible, stand at lecterns and behind pulpits.
Fed uppissimo with it all
So I thought I'd mention something about my experience with the Hell's Angels, which was real and, to me at least, quite interesting.
Like almost all known phenomena in the world, the Hell's Angels is mainly a theatre company. I suppose everyone knows that on some level, because of their flamboyant costumes, properties, and rude manners, at least according to the flicks. They're basically fashion icons.
But aren't they mean and dangerous?
Well, not as mean and dangerous as some silken voiced fellows who clamber up to the pulpit, if truth be told.
When I was a younger man, some years in the past, I had hooked up with an attractive and ruthless young lady from America, when there were not so many US citizens on the streets of Albion... in the 1970s sometime. Philadelphia, to be precise, but we met in a well-known university city on the rivers Cherwell and Thames.
She worked at the Playhouse, which is where the bikers also used to work and hang out, because tradition would have it that they were roadies and bodyguards at rock concerts, the biggest of which were staged at the theatre, back in the day.
We had a band, she and I, along with Steve, the drummer, Mikey, the piano player, an older gentleman who played the saxophone very well indeed, and John, who was a very large and hardworking farm manager who played a small bass guitar with the speed and dexterity of a mandolin, which instrument he also played, and we used to do mainly West Coast sort of songs, such as were played by Jefferson Airplane and other such well-known bands. At the time, that music was not popular in the pubs, but it turned out that the local Hell's Angels liked it well enough so my girlfriend got to know them and mainly their leader at the time, which was, surprisingly I suppose, a woman.
I was quite frightened of them, as tradition demands, when they came to the pub where we played and behaved in a rough and ready way, as they are suppose to do according to tradition, but they never seemed to do us any harm, although we used to tell stories about them that made us seem very bold and made them sound extremely dangerous.
I did get to meet one man, who we knew only as Animal, this being his name, and he came round to the house where I was living because he liked a girl who also lived there, which was a very sweet girl indeed although I don't think she was too crazy about Animal, which was quite a disreputable sort of man from the standpoint of appearance and elocution, although he did seem to be a surprisingly docile soul who spent most of the time just sitting quietly and sleeping.
So that's more or less my experience with the Hell's angels, other than hearsay and stories and wotnot. I did meet the leader of the chapter in a nodding sort of way, and she was a very heavy kind of woman but she seemed quite OK. I suppose she would have to be tough to be the leader of a Hell's Angels chapter and she had a big old motorcycle and lank greasy hair. They were a funny lot altogether. I did hear that they mainly liked to knock down members of the police force, which were very annoying indeed in the 1970s, so me and my long-haired middle-class (mainly) dope-smoking friends didn't think that sort of behaviour could rightly be criticised too vigorously.
And all the boring stuff by men and women who can play the piano or some other hard instrument, build sheds, carve wood, sing songs, ride boards, rant about the Bible, stand at lecterns and behind pulpits.
Fed uppissimo with it all
So I thought I'd mention something about my experience with the Hell's Angels, which was real and, to me at least, quite interesting.
Like almost all known phenomena in the world, the Hell's Angels is mainly a theatre company. I suppose everyone knows that on some level, because of their flamboyant costumes, properties, and rude manners, at least according to the flicks. They're basically fashion icons.
But aren't they mean and dangerous?
Well, not as mean and dangerous as some silken voiced fellows who clamber up to the pulpit, if truth be told.
When I was a younger man, some years in the past, I had hooked up with an attractive and ruthless young lady from America, when there were not so many US citizens on the streets of Albion... in the 1970s sometime. Philadelphia, to be precise, but we met in a well-known university city on the rivers Cherwell and Thames.
She worked at the Playhouse, which is where the bikers also used to work and hang out, because tradition would have it that they were roadies and bodyguards at rock concerts, the biggest of which were staged at the theatre, back in the day.
We had a band, she and I, along with Steve, the drummer, Mikey, the piano player, an older gentleman who played the saxophone very well indeed, and John, who was a very large and hardworking farm manager who played a small bass guitar with the speed and dexterity of a mandolin, which instrument he also played, and we used to do mainly West Coast sort of songs, such as were played by Jefferson Airplane and other such well-known bands. At the time, that music was not popular in the pubs, but it turned out that the local Hell's Angels liked it well enough so my girlfriend got to know them and mainly their leader at the time, which was, surprisingly I suppose, a woman.
I was quite frightened of them, as tradition demands, when they came to the pub where we played and behaved in a rough and ready way, as they are suppose to do according to tradition, but they never seemed to do us any harm, although we used to tell stories about them that made us seem very bold and made them sound extremely dangerous.
I did get to meet one man, who we knew only as Animal, this being his name, and he came round to the house where I was living because he liked a girl who also lived there, which was a very sweet girl indeed although I don't think she was too crazy about Animal, which was quite a disreputable sort of man from the standpoint of appearance and elocution, although he did seem to be a surprisingly docile soul who spent most of the time just sitting quietly and sleeping.
So that's more or less my experience with the Hell's angels, other than hearsay and stories and wotnot. I did meet the leader of the chapter in a nodding sort of way, and she was a very heavy kind of woman but she seemed quite OK. I suppose she would have to be tough to be the leader of a Hell's Angels chapter and she had a big old motorcycle and lank greasy hair. They were a funny lot altogether. I did hear that they mainly liked to knock down members of the police force, which were very annoying indeed in the 1970s, so me and my long-haired middle-class (mainly) dope-smoking friends didn't think that sort of behaviour could rightly be criticised too vigorously.
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