ON THE TRANSFORMATION OF EVELYN TO 'EDDIE'....FROM LOVETT SCHOOL MUSIC TEACHER TO 'DROPPED OUT', POT-SMOKING ARTIST....



After turning her house into a 'recording studio' with black light posters of Jimi Hendrix, and stacking all that sheet music for 'flute and orchestra' into a basement closet, still full of Cricket Shop Apparel.......'Eddie' was 'off' ...make that 'on'.....to meet Jean-Luc Ponty and collaborate with the Stinkfoot Orchestra....... tossing the 'written notes' of others and playing from her own Heart......driving 'away' from Buckhead with the sounds of the GTOs blasting from her car's open windows, whooshing around her erect , nail-extended,, purple-painted middle finger, saying 'Bye Bye Bye' to her 'Past Life'......"Reincarnate here...and now.....there's no other place and time  to do it....and Time's a wasting....."


There's some ' Permanent Damage' going on here, Miss Mercy .... Let's make some casts and sculpt some protuberant memories of what the crowds really wanted, then, Cynthia "Plaster Caster" Albritton.....  When this music's out of fashion and forgotten flim-flam, the metal-zippered album cover and some Big City wall art will remain, after the grooves are worn from incessant play.... 



                           Since Eddie could name all 9 'owners', her estranged husband granted her a divorce....without alimony......   and Courtney Sisk (who once hawked Lillie Pulitzer neckties with me at the University Shop at Saks 5th Ave, Phipps Plaza) and Eddie's hipster/drummer son could exit the basement closet Dynamic Daiquiris recording studio, with a hall pass from Captain Beefheart and both a 'gold star' & a 'silver star', peeled from their 3rd grade Report Cards, and their 8th Grade "Report Cards" with either unsuspecting  parent's forged signature,  unsuspiciously approved by The Principal...  in #2 ink.  


                           "Closer, please!......We've got to get all of you in The Picture!" ,  Duane Michals....


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  1. vaporcloudJune 16, 2026 at 9:03 AM

    'ADDENDUM".....IN MEMORIAL....."Eddie" Sisk....
    (The photo of Evelyn "Eddie" Sisk is from a box in my basemen)....... A music teacher at Lovett School, here in Atlanta, when we met, Eddie was more or less "normal".....married to a prominent businessman, living in her fabulous home on West Paces Ferry Road in Buckhead.........Then, for reasons unconscious to her, she allowed her teen-aged son, his good friend...guitarist and my co-worker at Saks 5th Ave, Courtney Sisk (no relation to Evelyn) and his band... to utilize her basement for 'practice'......They proceeded to grow pot under grow lights in the closets and play Captain Beefheart and Frank Zappa albums........A classically trained flutist, she ....originally.....thought the music was a bunch of 'noise', but decided to be "open-minded" and went to visit the 'band' that was making all this racket in her basement.......her son said "Here, Mom....take a toke on this!", handing her a reefer.........a couple of puffs later, she was rocking out, playing her flute with her 'resident' rock band.......When her husband returned from his office, Eddie looked at him and said.....and I'm quoting her......."Who... are... You?", ala the smoking caterpillar in 'Alice In Wonderland'...."I don't know who You really are!".....and that was that!......She quit her teaching job and followed Frank Zappa on his concert tour that year; moved from her luxurious accomodations, to a cabin in N. Ga., decorated with black light posters of Jimi Hendrix.....and her life became topsy-turvy. At 62, she became another person, that I grew to love and respect........I guess it's never too late to find out who you really are......"Better 'Late' than 'Never'..." At Symphony, years later, I noticed a red headed lady, wearing sunglasses....in the lobby.....and memories of "Eddie" sprang into my Mind

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