April 27, 2020
Saturday, I got a weird social media message and I just had to look, having read Facebook. The report was that a friend had posted a picture that might include me. And though the news was rather sadly inaccurate, well, I just had to laugh when I saw the photograph.
Could that really be me on the back row, second from the left? I was barely 9 years old when the album was released in May of 1967. I’d not yet started asking questions about whether people would still need me and still feed me when I got older losing my hair, many years from now.
Aleistair Crowley is the lucky man who made the grade and is actually in the photograph. Other than being handsome enough to be compared to me, the celebrated Mr. C was a formerly well-known author and occultist who created his own religion known as Thelema. In this way, he challenged the world. (You now know all I know and care to know about the dude, but everybody can be really sure he wasn’t from the House of Lords or Texas Senate.)
Admittedly, and maybe sadly, I do see enough resemblance to get how Facebook was confused.
I used to be a young man and wore round eyeglasses that some folks thought looked like John Lennon’s. From time to time, I grew a lovely beard. Once, when I was shaving off the beard, I took a picture of myself with just a big old mustache.
About a year ago, my elder son (the one who’s provided a grandchild on my knee, and about whom I already worry when she’s leaving home) came across that picture and decided to tease me with it. So he photo shopped my picture with, well, the Sgt. Pepper Album Cover.