The first time (OK, the first few times) I saw Bodeco, I was as the song below suggests. I was also without legal ID– at least one that said all those beers were permissible. But don’t you worry Dr. Tom Harris, I’ll have more than one just for you this evening. And my ID, too.
Rent Boy Park is still a drag. Bodeco never has been. They’ll be playing 6-9 pm tonight on the stage we have to rent each week because the three-quarter million dollar corner can’t quite seem to facilitate the only events we knew it might host before it was built.
A “skunky country-rockabilly outfit”?