For years, Charlie and I have been working together in the Promotions department at Profile. We work good together, and somehow our sarcasm towards each other has never ended in fisticuffs, instead, a sincere apology by either party if its taken the wrong way. He's a good guy, and really fun to work with.
Charlie used to be a hot shot radio DJ up in Boston. We'd hear the stories: about him, rubbing elbows with the elite recording artists of the day. My favorite--Debbie Harry (from Blondie) bringing him chicken soup when he was sick. We'd partially believe the stories but would always ask for proof. Well, last week we got just that. To our surprise, 7:30am morning coffee was accompanied by an amazing cache of photos that Charlie had dusted off to bring for show and tell. Pulling the photos out of a manilla envelope, the shop was aghast! Upon my request, Charlie went ahead and scanned my favorite photo of the lot dating back to 1978.Center in the photo is young Charlie weilding crutches, fresh from playing the role as an extra in "The Bad News Bears" (or so his attire would lead us to think). To his right, three bowlers with three very different fashionable 70's mustaches, and to his left, the man who introduced sensuality and phallic shaped microphones to rock n' roll, but more importantly taught us where Panama is located (California, duh!).
Yes, that's David Lee Roth from Van Halen! Eyes closed, mouth slightly ajar, and thinking to himself "Jump back, what's that sound? Here she comes, burnin' down now. Hot shoe, burnin' down the avenue. Model citizen, zero discipline."