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The
Slapstick Miracle:
The Clocks were a very unique band, in that
before every band practice we would play tennis on a next door
court until it got dark... then go inside and run through the
set. That has nothing to do with this story. There always seemed
to be chics hanging out at practice, which always made practice
a little more fun, but also has nothing to do with this story.
But one night was most special. We were sitting in the kitchen
of Arnie's house where we practiced out in Painsville. There
was a potted plant sitting on the window ledge right above where
Dave, goofing around with Titch I think, went slamming into
the wall under the window and slid down the wall so he was now
sitting on the floor... JUST as the potted plant came off its
perch, falling like a smart bomb square on the top of Dave's
head, cracking the pot and leaving poor Lonesome Cowboy Dave
sitting there with soil covering his face and a busted up plant
perched perfectly on top of his head. That moment was forever
then known as the Slapstick Miracle... and was maybe the reason
for all that on-stage psychobabble.
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in 1981,The Clocks were my favorite local band. They played
at a place called The Warehouse, down,next to the Pirates Cove.
I didn't know the names of the guys in the band, but, knew the
value of a dollar. We would "party" at the "crib"
on E. 81st St.; get primed; plenty of free parking in the flats,
back in those days. Walk Right In, Sit Right Down. Baby! Let
your mind go wild. I very much appreciated their rhythm and
their humor,among other things; their sense of harmony, and
candor. That was about the time I was sent UP THE RIVER to THE
BIG HOUSE in Mansfield, As a result of a misspent youth. When
I returned to riverside, around 1984, I did not recognize the
place! They had turned it into a bad scene from ANIMAL HOUSE.
(Lenny
Hoffman)
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