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37 His Failed Band, 1973 Stands in a silly jacket at a lakeshore, half-dense pine woods, narrow-chested Bob in horizontal stripes, the only one with his head above a horizon of slight hills across water misty as a memory of bad feelings evaporating. Lou sly in moustache keeping it in. Shaggy Ellis looks at water not the camera. Rick facing front in light-colored sneaks coming out from the rocklittered shoreline path, hands not quite fists at his side, sloppy happy grin says he’s had a few, hasn’t gotten any. Four buddies arranged on a diagonal like on an album cover that never got made. Overcast dawn half-light. Hair not so kempt as usually found in photos however candid these days. Disturbing no one. ...

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