Happy Birthday Oxy!

Too Much MAGIC BUS!

	There we were, Roger, John, Ringo, and myself (also a Plant groupie and Susie).  Ringo 
groaned an obnoxious sigh of bordom- he's like that when he doesn't have Keith there to amuse 
him.  Roger was playing with his hair and John squinted at  a spider on the wall.  I scratched 
my nose.  There wasn't much to do.  We'd done it all.  We'd had our hubris fill of watching old 
concert videos.  We'd laughed along with Jimmy Page and made fun of Robert.  We'd visited with 
Maurice Gibb and even baby sat Bowie's niece Casey.  But now the room was stagnate except for 
Ringo's tapping.  Roger, not moving from his slump, asked, "Pete, what are we going to do 
today?"  For once I didn't have an answer.  I scratched my nose again and pressed my finger to my
forhead.  'Think, Pete, think.'  I thought of stripping naked and running through the streets 
singing 'I'm Free', but that's no fun in Rocheport. I hunched over, extending my self towards the
video player, I pressed the 'play' button.  It was another of our concert videos.  
Roger picked up singing along and I hummed 'Magic Bus.'  John rolled around to watch 
and Ringo laughed at the piece of junk bus on the screne.  Then it hit me!  Let's make our own 
magic bus!  And that's what we set about to do.  I had a grand idea to switch places with our 
fans.  We would pretened to be our own fans and drive about in our own Magic Bus trying to 
recruit stander bys into our fan club.  Some people might missinterpret this as some horrific act
of hubris, but that is not how I meant it.  I meant it simply to be a new experience, a symbolic 
switch.  After all, if we aren't our biggest fans, then how can we survive as a rock group?  And 
so we began construction. Ringo made the balloons, John handed Roger the paper and Roger made 
many tacky signs.  I designed the center item, our name piece to be tied on the back of our 
'Magic Bus' aka- Roger's van.
	Finally all of the signs were attatched and we began our journey.  Roger drove while 
Ringo butted me to the back.  Our first stop was to take a short break from being fans of 
ourselves and to have a moment of acute purpose.  We had to find the feeling that we were on a 
quest and so we took characters from The Battle of Evermore.  Ringo played Sir Robert the Knight
and entered the castle to save the princess played by the Plant groupie previously mentioned.  
Roger challegned Sir Robert and they indulged in a duel.  Sir Robert emerged vitorious by pure
and unfailing gut.  I leaped a table to tackle him, but Ringo's a quick one when he's excited 
and escaped my attack.  John's character fell, or rather SAT, in the fire place and was no more.
The quest was accomplised and Ringo Sir Robert won the girl.  
	After the completion of our quest the parading of the 'Magic Bus' began.  We rocked the 
town with our music and fancy faces.  Along the way John bumped into a Yellow Submarine and put 
it on.  We didn't feel betrayed by this act, but rather our group was enhanced by it.  We toured 
the parking lots and bus stops, visiting record stores along the way.  Then it was time for a 
street corner performance.  It had been a long time since we'd sung on a street corner.  It 
was beautifull to be so close to the people.  They gave us differing looks as they walked past 
within an arm's distance.  Some hurried by, thinking there wasn't enough distance, accusing 
us with their eyes.  Others stopped right infront of me and gave a little smile.  We recieved 
several waves and an audience gathered durring 'Who Are You?'  But that was the finalee of our 
streetside performance and we packed up and moved on.  
     	Our next stop was a mischeivious one.  We were hot and thirsty and were drawn to water-
a fountain.  We discarded our shoes. But when Roger began unbuttoning his shirt, an officer 
nearby couldn't ignore that chest and wrote us up for indecent exposure- Roger for his chest, 
and John for his iron toenails!  Well, that ired me, but I was weary of the long day's adventures 
and knew that I was going to be in trouble with my wife as it was for being out so late, and so 
I mumbled inaudiable and indecent coments about the officer as I gathered the group back into 
our 'Magic Bus' for the trip homeward. 

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