Henry the B. of E., Hank the driver, the blue (at one time, BIG) baby, dada ding dong, Dave Hasslefoff, dada dabo,
The Hootenanny All-Stars: Rob. Anthony Rokos, dusty dustin poulton of SLINGS, David POPE of Lings, boom boom cournoyer (old war shirt), tomas jacobi and nicholas barry of Circle of Sound, Nicholas Staub!, and ashley lauren saks aka. ashleys eye...., dont forget Christine and Christian Hartman of ICE HAT CREATIVE
Influences
I guess I always liked the sound of bells.
Sounds Like
first word, second syllable (sq?) or the deaf/mute duo or maybe the satellite class or even the slings. some say old paint.
we've been assigned. Republican National Convention NYC 2004; Berlin; Targu Mures, Romania; Trap Door Theatre, Chicago; Robert Berman Gallery, Santa Monica; Lava Lounge
M.S. Garvey's at the lava lounge with the the washboard band: left to right - MS Garvey, David Pope (of Slings), Bob Rokos, Jonny Cournoyer (of old war shirt), Dustin Poulton (of Slings) photo by greg loza
M.S. Garvey's Letters to the President's Friend Space (Top 7)
M.S. Garvey's Letters to the President has 58 friends.
HEY! I see you like theater, I would do theater, but I can't get into a theater, because I am just a Rubber Monkey. I am, however, smarter than G.W. Bush. A LOT smarter. Love, The Rubber Monkey
Hi Garvey. Please check out my new blog: "So happy to read the story" about a Rolling Stone Magazine feature about my cousin Brad, who was a poet for whom Allen Ginsburg wrote a poem. Click the photo of him, below. Thanks and peace, Betsy
I went to the bergamont station tonight for some fire eating ordeal (which i didn't end up seeing, long story-ish) and said to myself- or out loud, rather- when can i see 'letters to the president' again(?), and, like a miracle, there was a fresh schedule up here on your convenient, handy "web"page. the stars align.
Don just tipped backwards on Elliot's chair and of course we had a rolicking good laugh... but then we weren't entirely sure it was ELLIOT- is that right? we want to scribe it on the bottom of the chair so as to avoid any future forgetful-ness...
