#WARREN ZEVON POSTER LICENSE#

Here is Laurie and mineвЂ™s assessment of the best - to date - of ZevonвЂ™s output, which you now hold in your hot/cold/tepid (delete as applicable) little hands. Now when we meet up itвЂ™s always in Lee Ho FookвЂ™s where we have the same dim sum dishes (for those of you Zevonians unable or disinclined to visit London I can tell you that there is, in fact, no beef chow mein on the menu), while renewing our intimacy. Occasionally a john will tap on the door and enquire вЂbusiness?вЂ™ In a frail, found-out voice, but sheвЂ™ll just ignore the interruption.ДЄs LaurieвЂ™s often said to me, вЂI only prostitute myself for the money.вЂ™ Why Zevon? I hear you ask, and the answer is simple, we met in Lee Ho FookвЂ™s, Laurie and I, in the summer of 1978, when ZevonвЂ™s song Werewolves of London was getting airplay, and the serendipity was inescapable. Three storeys below the open window of LaurieвЂ™s little room the workaday city mutters and smarms and preens itself, but inside all is sonorous and light.

Occasionally weвЂ™ll also fondle items from our collection of Zevonalia (old tour badges and T-shirts, a guitar strap, even a pair of our heroвЂ™s trademark Гјber-nerd glasses).

All we do, Laurie and I, is sit cross-legged (increasingly difficult at our age), opposite one another, on the sad, dun, worn carpet or her bedsitting room and listen to the exhaustive collection of Warren Zevon records that weвЂ™ve acquired over the years. Our affair has long since ceased to have much of a sexual component, instead it centres almost entirely on the music of the inspired singer-songwriter Warren Zevon. He/she has changed gender so many times now that her body has the crinkly desiccated feel which punksвЂ™ hair acquired in the late 1970s when they dyed it a different colour every day of the week.Д«ut this is вЂ¦ well, you guessed вЂ¦ besides the point. Laurie has been pre-op, then op, then post-op, then he/she strikes out once more, back across the hormonal torrent, breasting the flow. Travelling as myself I can then return to London and seek out Laurie, a Soho transsexual prostitute with whom IвЂ™ve been conducting a strange affair these past 20 years or so.

The key thing is that whenever I feel the urge I can quit the city, go there, and reassume my identity. I pay my friend generously to keep this stuff there and when, after one of my strange interludes, I return it вЂ“ broken down and threadbare and soiled вЂ“ to clean what can be cleaned and replace what has to be replaced.

#WARREN ZEVON POSTER LICENSE#

In the pocket of the suit thereвЂ™s a cheap leather wallet with ВЈ500 in it and a driving license in my own name. In a freestanding wardrobe thereвЂ™s a dark suit, a white shirt, a dark tie, dark socks, dark shoes, a tan raincoat and white underwear still in its cellophane wrapping. From the window you can see a stack of car tyres piled up by a chainlink fence and two small boys poking a dead frog with a length of bamboo.ДЄll the years IвЂ™ve been going there and the boys have remained the same. ItвЂ™s a small room with a tired atmosphere, the single bed covered with a quilted nylon spread that hangs down to the floor. I have a friend there who keeps my alternative identity stashed in the back room above his shop (which sells model trains, cars and aeroplanes to serious hobbyists but that too is besides the point). This place has a bit of a joke reputation in England itвЂ™s our dinky version of Motown, with a Honda factory and no Berry Gordy вЂ“ but thatвЂ™s besides the point.

What I do is this I leave the city and go about 50 miles away to a town in the county of Wiltshire called Swindon. Will SelfвЂ™s liner notes for Genius: The Best of Warren Zevon (2002):

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