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| Home: Spanish Harlem. Age: Of ancient grease. Profession: Streetlamp serenader. Hobbies: Walking stray Cadillacs; chatting 'til he's bleu; returning to magenta(?); stealing hubcaps; searching for four roses. Last Book Read: Strolling In Spanish In Three Easy Lessons by Fidel Sticks. Last Accomplishment: Successfully passed himself off as a Guardian Angle on the IRT. Quote: "This must be the night!" Profile: Across the time barrier came Willy and his Minks, DeVille revved and roaring. Contracted for extra Capitol, the band soundtracked through Hard Core and Cruisin'—and came out bruising. In France, by chance, came Blue Cat—and Edith Piaf would be shamed. Back across the Atlantic—with no more capitol—Willy has returned. Eat that can, Willy! Beer: Boy Howdy! |
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Photo by Lynn Goldsmith
