Barney Johnson, David Russell, Philippe Brook et moi.
1990s.
The years were rough on this band. Barney I knew from Hurrah nightclub in the 1970s and and Philippe from Paris in the 1980s gone. Two years ago I came close to joining them and leaving David Russell, the youngest of us all, the only one of this quartet, but I died and came back to this both ways of this life. Everytime I walk down Canal Street to the 169 I look up at Barney's old apartment. He is always there. Whenever someone mentions Australia I visit Philippe. We are all such good friends and friends we remain until the end of eternity. And David. He is always still out there.
ps We are not the Flock of Seagulls or Flock of Haircuts although lead singer Mike Score was the only one with a Donald Trump coif.
ps he's now bald.
People slagged off the band. I saw them at the Ritz in NYC. They were great and I RAN still rocks even with that insipid drummer.
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