Sunday, May 14, 2006

Confessions of a Doorman





















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Confessions of a Doorman….

Back in 1993, I was playing bass with
one of my long time main-stay bands, favorite
guitar players and friend the late great Dave Conant
and his band The D-rangers. We were playing a hot
new blues club in Belltown , that was hiring a lot
of local blues bands, the ill-fated “ Fabulous Mr.
Blues Club”. Dave had gotten this gig playing a

double Bill with a great & very humorous
Canadian blues band “The Down Child Blues Band."
The billing on the poster sounded like a plug for a mental
institution: “The D-rangers and The Down Child Blues Band.”
The gig was a lot of fun and the craziest part of this gig

was a bar server named aptly Suzanne Bourbon.
Man oh Manochevitz she caught my eye and her name
rolled off her lips like sweet orange blossom honey
when she introduced herself. An affectionate lady of
major proportions I knew at once that I needed to
sip the sweet tea of her mind.
Ms. Bourbon liked to explore the physical aspects
of communication like touch, taste and sensuality

in public places. Commonly referred to as PDA’s
public displays of affection in her case it was
pubic displays of affection and attention.
Having recently suffered from a lack of attention
deficit disorder I certainly appreciated her affections.
We became friends that week and started going out on dates.
We kind of went a public tour of various public places.

I like to call it the PDA Tour. We Visited the Gibson House Bar
in the St Regis Hotel bldg in Seattle and tried out a few antique
bar stools. We had a really nice cab ride and
a great elevator ride in the federal bldg that was
a very up-lifting experience.

That following week I had a gig at the Port Townsend
Blues Festival and invited Ms. Bourbon to come spend
the weekend out their at the festival grounds at Fort Worden.
We were waiting to catch a ferry out of Seattle to Bainbridge
and had a couple of hours to kill, so we went for a late lunch
at a great Creole restaurant on 1st Ave. Franglors .
This restaurant had all the real deal New Orleans dishes,
all the ambience of New Orleans and the best
Rhythm and Blues jukebox loaded with an incredible
selection of vintage R & B hits from the Fifties.
After a glass or two of wine & some tunes by
Huey Piano Smith & the Clowns, Ms. Bourbon
grabbed my hand, smiled and led me to the rest room
in the back of the restaurant.. We locked the door and had
sex in the toilet stall for about fifteen minutes.
By the time we got back to our table, the food was cold
and we had to rush to catch the ferry..…..

Epilogue to my Ms. Adventures:
A few months later I had a job working
part time selling advertising for Seattle’s Blues Rag
“The Blues to do’s.” Marlee Walker the publisher and
editor wanted me to solicit an advertisement
from Franglors. Being a Creole restaurant the
advertisement seemed like a logical and easy sale
for their business given the demographic of our reader base.
I enjoyed this Job and was anxious to sell
another Ad and wanted to hand out my new business card.
I felt on top of the world.
Bill “ Have Bass will Travel” Freckleton
Bassist for Dave Conant & The D-rangers.
Sales Representative for “Blues to do’s”
(206) – 282 – 8241

That afternoon I preceded downtown to Franglors,
gave my card to the hostess and asked to speak with
the manager. She went into the kitchen and
a few minutes later the manager/owner comes up to me
looking at my card with a very irritated look on his face.
I said “ Hello I’m Bill Freckl….” He interrupts me,
hands me my card and says “ I don’t need your God Damn card.
I already know who you are, so get hell out of here!!”


Post your Confessions

and keep suffering with the blues.

6 Comments:

Blogger Murnau Priebenhoffer said...

I was hoping I'd have lots of naughty things to confess today, but "Biker Night" turned out to be a real snoozefest. Sure, it was great to hear some music with actual balls and no wankage, but otherwise...YAWN. I had much more fun hangin' at the Latrina last weekend. Heinrich ist sehr begehrenswert.

By the way, Bunny, as a personal favor to me, could you PLEASE not post any more public sexual adventures? I suffer from chronic insomnia, and the mental images are scaring the sleep right outta me.

10:28 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Buckwheat is comin,now thats a story

11:56 AM  
Blogger Bunny'N'Chair said...

I love Buckwheat

3:42 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Splenda ,Olestra, Anal Leakage.

6:28 PM  
Blogger Bunny'N'Chair said...

Bunny'N'Chair said...
Confessions of a Doorman Part II:
"I love Buckwheat"
(Buckwheat Zydeco that is!)
I was working the Door at the Tractor Tavern back in late 1998 the night
The great Buckwheat Zydeco Band from
Lafayette, La. rolled into town from a
tour of Western Canada. This Seattle stop was the beginning of the final leg of a short tour of West Coast. A lifelong good friend and an ex-band mate of mine, plays guitar for Buckwheat, Mike Melchoine. So their engagement was a double treat for me, a chance to see my friend and hear a great band. Now Buckwheat a.k.a. Stanley Dural leads the eight piece band, a former member and protégé of the legendary Clifton Chennier Band. Unbeknownst to me early in the evening was that another car with a lovely young lady rolled into the seattle area from Western Canada in hot pursuit of Buckwheat & his Band. This young lady’s name was Allison. Allison hailed from Vancouver, B.C. and was a professional groupie with a penchant for drinking whiskey & meeting the needs of as many band members as she could. She had been pursing the band for the last 4 days all way from Edmonton, Alberta to
B.C. to Seattle. She had been jollying
the different band members at every
gig they had since Edmonton and
now she was after Buckwheat. Now
Buckwheat was just recovering from
throat surgery and was a family man.
So, he tolerated her road-show for his
band members, but, he had no interest in her. My friend Mike had filled me in
on Allison’s story during their break and
introduced me to her. Evidently, she had worn out her welcome and Mike wanted me to kept a eye out on her so she wouldn’t bother Buckwheat during the show. So she started flirting with me
at the door telling me “ I love Buckwheat” About every sentence she
spoke ended or began with “I love Buckwheat”. By the bands last song
she was plastered. Well after the show she went back to the green room with me on her heels. Stanley “Buckwheat” told
her nicely with his arm around her shoulder “ No baby you can’t follow us down to San Francisco, but, my good friend Bill Freckleton will take care of
you tonight and see you get back home Okay” As the bus pulled away, Allison,
drunk and crying , she yelled “I love you
Buckwheat” She was to drunk to drive
back that night to Vancouver, so I
offered to let her spend the night at my place. She accepted the offer and I
took her to my place in a redtop cab.
Well no sooner than we get in the cab
and the driver pulls out in the street,
Allison pulls her top off and shakes her breasts in my face, saying “I love buckwheat”. Well at that juncture as we headed down to my place, I Responded
“I LOOOVE Buckwheat TOO!”

10:02 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That kind of activity will get you kicked right out of the He-Man Woman Haters Club, Bunny.

12:11 AM  

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