Mr. Butch Lives
Whither Mr. Butch, dreadlocked fixture of Allston, air guitar hero, drunken stalwart?The answer comes in Sunday's Globe: State custody.
I'll save you the slog through the story, though, by hitting the highlights. Arrested for public drunkenness last month, he's been in detox treatment and is set to be released Wednesday.
There were a few enjoyable nuggets in the newspaper, including Mr. Butch's real name (Harold Madison Jr.), his age (54), and that he likes to go to Foxwoods. I can only wonder -- how does he get there?
Labels: Nonsense
posted by NaturalBlog @ Monday, April 24, 2006
5 Comments:
so remember the time i used to live in allston rock city? what can i say except my mom cried when she moved me into my hovel on ashford street. i've had my share of run-ins with mr butch and must say, he's pretty sweet. he always had a nice thing or two to say to me on the microphone/beat box thingie he had one summer. nb, the globe article you posted led me to the lovely www.mrbutchshow.com website --> scroll all the way to the bottom and click on the radio button for allston photos by bill miller.... now that was a trip down memory lane i never ever wanted to take.
While a still an underage undergrad, I attempted to use the $60 fake Arizona license I bought in Times Square that summer at Marty's Liquors on the corner of Harvard and Comm. Aves. (I was underage, so the attempted purchase was a bottle of Stoli Rasberry). After the fat old man behind the counter dropped it in his pocket and said, "You can pick this up at District 14," I walked out the door, and who to my wondering eyes should appear but Mr. Butch, hanging out on the corner. At least I didn't meet him in lockup.
As a tribute to the pantheon of Allston characters, I propose a follow-up: Whatever happened to DJ Night Train?
He must go to Foxwoods for the wonder of it all.
During Sebastian Dangerfield's Wing It delivery period, Mr. Butch would clean up the rear parking lot in exchange for a medium order of wings. Mr. Butch's favorite flavor? Teridactil.
As for other Allstonian all stars, I saw Tricycle man making his rounds on Comm. Ave. a few weeks back....
Holy cow - I found this blog through a rather circuitious route but I remember Mr. Butch fondly from my days in college in the late 80s. He spent a whole lot of time at the sandwich shop in Kenmore square where I worked. We fed him well.
Just wow.
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