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Posted by Lach on 7/14/2007, 10:24 am The Tour starts July 26. Go to www.lachtoday.com for full tour schedule and to buy tickets online.
From Lach: On Why It's Called the 'Let The Dragon Fly' Tour
"So, my friend Sander decides to hitchhike across America from New York City to San Francisco where I was living at the time. He'd just read Jack Kerouac's On The Road and decided he wanted to follow in the writer's footsteps, so to speak.
I knew, when he arrived, that the place to take him to was the North Beach section. That part of the city famed for it's jazz, poetry and strip clubs. Beat central. I hung out there myself and recall now the first time I ventured into a peep show. It was called The Lusty Lady Theatre and I had read about it in the Free Press. How it was all owned and operated by women and a unique twist on an old concept.
I ventured into the cool, dark joint, wearing my Ramones leather jacket with Star Trek communicator badge affixed to lapel, exchanged a five-dollar bill for a pocketful of quarters and looked around. It was basically a short hallway of what looked like closet doors. The idea, I gathered, was you go into one of these booths, put a quarter in a slot and a window slides open revealing nude, dancing women. And so I did. I entered a booth, dropped a quarter, window slid up and BAM, naked, giggling women.
Now, I naturally figured that the windows were one-way like in all the cop shows I ever saw. When the cutest of the girls came over to my window and pressed her breasts against the pane I stood there with a pleased grin on my anonymous face until she stepped back, looked quizzically at me and then laughed and said "Yo, Star Trek!" while making the Vulcan hand sign for peace.
So, when Sander arrived I brought him straight over to North Beach. We had lunch in Chinatown, scoped out the clubs and made the obligatory pilgrimage to the City Lights Bookstore, home of all things Beat. And it was there, beside City Lights, that we saw it…'Jack Kerouac Alley'. That's what the street sign read. Jack Kerouac Alley! A short, winding, brick-lined alley named for the Godfather of cool.
"We have got to go down this alley, Sander," I said. "The answer lies down there!"
We felt like Luke Skywalker when Yoda sent him into the forest to meet his destiny as we headed down the lane. We walked about halfway and decided that in order to call up the proper spirit we needed to lean with our backs to the alley-wall, one leg bent underneath and smoke Lucky Strikes like punk rock storks.
We leaned. We lit our cigarettes and looked down the path to where the sun was setting beyond the buildings. That's when we saw the taxi pull up, stop, and disgorge its passenger who began to careen down the alleyway towards us. He was about average height but dressed rather flamboyantly with overlarge, bright yellow gaucho pants, Hawaiian short-sleeved shirt and big, mirror sunglasses. As he stumbled and danced towards us like some maniacal cross between Hunter S Thompson and Jack Nicholson I whispered out of the side of my mouth to Sander, "This is it. He's the messenger, the spirit of Jack. He's going to give us the answer to life".
We stood frozen, Lucky's dangling, smoke rising when 'Hunter Jack' as we later dubbed him, finally reached where we were. He paused, looked us up and down and then spun to face the wall, unzip his pants, and take out his dick for a monstrous urination. Then, he zipped up and down the alley, only to stop again and shout to us from over his shoulder, "Boys, sometimes you just got to let the dragon fly!"
And, that, my friend, is as good an answer to life as you're ever likely to find."- Lach Summer 2007
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