Robyn graced the Philly Tower records with his presence. Needless to say, I attended.

He sang about 4 songs, with Andy and Morris singing back-up vocals. The weird thing was that about 3 minutes Robyn would jerk his head around, as if almost involuntarily and stare in what seemed to be my direction for a quite firey second.

This seemed odd. Not the usual Robyn odd, but odd in terms of Im not THAT outstanding a beauty. And, being an inhibited preppie had chosen to dress for the occassion in baggy kakis, baggy madress shirt, and oversized jean jacket. Also-- staight slightly dirty hair , and a paucity of makeup. Now--if Id been brazen enough to do the short skirt, heels and tight top routine, these stares( I do have diprprtianatly long legs and arms, not to mention I used to model<<--did I mention that? Uphs...) would not have seemed odd, but flatterring. This, however, was before the grunge look when dirty hair had its heyday. Something was amiss.

I looked to my left, not much there. I looked to my right and saw a vision from---well, perhaps heaven for Robyn, but more like what an inhibited prep like me would call a flesh catoon. For there was an Amazon (perhaps tranvestite, she towered over me and Im tall), in full leathers, exept for where the boobs were popping out, or the garter belt was, or the slightly torn stockings, or where the thong didnt quite cover. I want to say she was brandishing a whip, but that might just be false memory syndrome. Anyway, our hero was
entranced--have I mentioned the waste leanght hank of auborn locks (Suzzanne--see, he likes redheads))--and I was entranced by the voyeristic buzz of the whole thing. Watching him watching her watching him was quite something. More and more his head jerked around. The poor guy obviously could not help himself, knew this wasnt the right way to conduct an in store appearrence, kept trying to get back on proper track, and kept loosing it. It was delicious to watch. But dont ask me what he sung--I dont remember.

Im afraid Im abit all too interested in such shameless gossip. Ive also noticed that some of you seem to be more aware of the actuall personnal details of the great squids adventures d'amour than am I. I was a psych major in college. I cant help it, I love to dish the dirt.

So e-mail me with the juicy bits if your self-consious about subjecting the more serious, Im only in it for the trivia fegs, or send it to the list if you believe such stuff is IMPORTANT. Its mid-winter, We're all bored. Lets have fun. Please. I cant afford another ticket to the tropics.

Revoltingly nosily yours

Kay