I remember tht face too. The first time I saw Don's poster of Madonna was in 1989. I had been over at his house getting bass lessons. He was really good at the 5 finger tap and I wanted to learn how to do that on the keyboard. So he taught me. We would sit up all night long doing the tap in front of the face. One time Don spilled his milk which was really funny. We couldn't find a sponge so he used the poster to wipe up the milk. That's when I realized that there were other white stains on the poster allready. I guess Don spilled lots of milk over there. I guess.
Don's huge Madonna poster used to tell me what to do. One time it told me to jump off a cliff. Another time it suggested I wear pointy-toed shoes with baggy pants. It used to try to get me to take my garbage cans to the curb the night BEFORE the night they were supposed to go. Eventually I learned to ignore the powerful urgings of her majesty, the poster, but by then Don had replaced her with some classy fine art type stuff, and then I was really in trouble.
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Remember when I had that huge 3'x5' poster of Madonna's face on the wall of my house and it would be staring out the window at your house?
brrrrr...
So your poster had a dramatic influence on me! Really, who could not be altered by years of Madonna's huge face watching their every move?
I remember tht face too. The first time I saw Don's poster of Madonna was in 1989. I had been over at his house getting bass lessons. He was really good at the 5 finger tap and I wanted to learn how to do that on the keyboard. So he taught me. We would sit up all night long doing the tap in front of the face. One time Don spilled his milk which was really funny. We couldn't find a sponge so he used the poster to wipe up the milk. That's when I realized that there were other white stains on the poster allready. I guess Don spilled lots of milk over there. I guess.
JV
Don's huge Madonna poster used to tell me what to do. One time it told me to jump off a cliff. Another time it suggested I wear pointy-toed shoes with baggy pants. It used to try to get me to take my garbage cans to the curb the night BEFORE the night they were supposed to go. Eventually I learned to ignore the powerful urgings of her majesty, the poster, but by then Don had replaced her with some classy fine art type stuff, and then I was really in trouble.
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