The other night Brownie and I were looking for music to play behind a
silent 8mm version of "Sodom and Gomorrah" he'd just bought and I
chose a thrift-shop LP called "The Art of Belly-Dancing" by George Abdo
and The Flames Of Araby.
It was actually quite good and fit the movie perfectly (especially because,
in this filmic version of Sodom, the main sin seems to be hoochie-coochie
dancers.)
But upon deeper contemplation, I was stuck by the fact that,
if it was ME, and my name was George ABDO, and I played
naught but belly dancing music, I'm afraid I would HAVE to
call my band
"The Abdo Men".
RIP George Abdo 2002
Disclaimer: These are my opinions and not fact as realised in these here United States, lest I give my friends the idea that everyone thinks like me.