MrTicklefeet
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Didn't know where to post this. Had I gotten it, it would have gone here.
Walking past the used record store yesterday afternoon, there was a poster in the window for a local rock venue called The Triple Door, here in Seattle. I forgot the name of the group is was advertising for, but the illustration was that of an older painting, a nearly naked woman tied to a tree, a look of fear on her face, as from below were four guys reaching up, arms stretched, hands ready, going for her vulnerable exposed torso. It was such a great potential tickling illustration, I made a note of the venue.
Came back three hours later, the poster is gone. I go inside, and ask the kid behind the counter about it, he's looking nervous and guilty, and said there was no such poster there, I must have seen it in a store window a few blocks down. Jesus, he could have just fessed up that he was keeping it for himself.
I went down to the Triple Door, and the guy remembered the poster, an act that had just played there recently, but checking inside, couldn't find one for me. I did a brief tour of other used record stores I thought might have it. Nope.
Just saw it once, but the image burned in my brain for the next 24 hours, until I just had to give up and accept that it wasn't meant to be.
But what an illustration. Damn it.
I was going to frame that sucker too.
Walking past the used record store yesterday afternoon, there was a poster in the window for a local rock venue called The Triple Door, here in Seattle. I forgot the name of the group is was advertising for, but the illustration was that of an older painting, a nearly naked woman tied to a tree, a look of fear on her face, as from below were four guys reaching up, arms stretched, hands ready, going for her vulnerable exposed torso. It was such a great potential tickling illustration, I made a note of the venue.
Came back three hours later, the poster is gone. I go inside, and ask the kid behind the counter about it, he's looking nervous and guilty, and said there was no such poster there, I must have seen it in a store window a few blocks down. Jesus, he could have just fessed up that he was keeping it for himself.
I went down to the Triple Door, and the guy remembered the poster, an act that had just played there recently, but checking inside, couldn't find one for me. I did a brief tour of other used record stores I thought might have it. Nope.
Just saw it once, but the image burned in my brain for the next 24 hours, until I just had to give up and accept that it wasn't meant to be.
But what an illustration. Damn it.
I was going to frame that sucker too.
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