It’s Kelly Bray!
One of my best friends in high school was a whackjob named Kelly Bray, described by my mother as “a big pudding of a boy.”
I hadn’t seen Kelly in years until Matt Paddock, the guy who sent me reeling last week with an out-of-the-blue myspace friend request, sent me this shot of my old pal, playing with a Devo tribute band, at a Devo convention.
In the 1980s, Kelly and I started about a half-dozen bands together, most of which never made it out of my mom’s basement basement. “Squat Thrust”. “Duncekapp” I can’t even begin to remember all the retarded bands we were came up with.
And yes, he was as nuts as the pictures above. LAst time I saw kelly (or Ichabod Death, as he liked to be called during high school) was in 1993 at UMass, in a dorm where his band Space Humpin $19.99 was playing. Kelly was wearing a flowered housecoat, combat boots, and striped socks reminsicient of Dorrie the Little Witch. I haven’t seen him since. You may now be saying to yourself, “Wow: looking at Brendan’s friends, I have a much better idea about how he came to be SO FUUUUCKED UUUUP.”
And you would be right.
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August 7th, 2006 at 10:35 pm
Kelly Bray. Yes, I remember Kelly Bray. He dumped me, while wrapped in a dry heavy towel, into the Atlantic Ocean at the foot of 40 Steps in Newport.
Granted, I probably said something smart-ass but still…dropping a litte kid wrapped in a towel into the ocean?
I could’ve sank! And that would’ve been on your conscience.
August 29th, 2006 at 12:05 am
Wow… I dated all 3 of you! (but not at the same time) I’m such a HUSSY!