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That Which We Are, We Are | Nathan MacKinnon | Chapter 1

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A/N: I’m so happy that the prologue of this story got such a positive response in terms of notes!  As always, thank you for liking and reblogging -- I love reading your reactions, especially your tags LOL.  The more we learn about Sorcha, the more canon questions you can ask!  Hope you enjoy Chapter 1!

Nate’s mom had made the cardinal sin: she accidentally let it slip that he was already back in town, breaking his cover.  She told one friend, who told his other friends, and soon, his phone was blowing up like fireworks on the fourth of July.  It was constantly buzzing and making sounds – so much so he had to turn it on silent.  He waited one day longer before answering anybody.  Then and only then did he confirm that he was in town and make tentative plans.

Things were still on his mind about the playoffs, and about how he’d come up short on his goal.  He’d finally found the courage to tune into a few games, but when he did, he found himself turning off the TV after only five minutes.  Clearly, he still wasn’t over it.  Despite some time passing, it still stung.  To see his peers still playing, working towards the ultimate goal…he didn’t like it.  He wanted it to be him instead.  He wasn’t scared to admit that.  He wasn’t necessarily jealous of them, but he definitely resented the situation.  It made the feeling of disappointment increase tenfold.

Plus, there was a new situation at hand too, even though it shouldn’t even be a situation.  Ever since he wandered alone through the streets of downtown, he couldn’t stop thinking about the incident at the café and what an idiot he’d been.  The girl was nice enough about it, but it stayed on his mind regardless.  He was still sure he knew her from somewhere.  The curly hair especially.  Plus, her voice sounded too familiar for him to not know her from somewhere.  But he digressed, and let it go…or at least tried to.

Until he thought of something.

His friends wanted to go out for lunch.  And she was clearly a regular at that café.

What if he showed up again?  And what if he remembered?

***

Nate had some friends since childhood; he had some friends he made in high school, which slightly overlapped with his junior buddies, since he was lucky enough to play for the Mooseheads; and he had some pro hockey buddies he’d see on and off, depending on where they were living or where they were going to be at any given point in time.  Each group had a unique influence on him and how his personality developed.  Each group helped him grow in some way.

This afternoon, he was meeting with his mix of high school friends and junior buddies – Alex Kehoe, one of his best friends from high school (and the reason he passed his math classes); Lucas Garcia, another one of his best friends from high school (and the reason he passed his science classes); and Noah Davis, a teammate from the Mooseheads who now worked as a real estate agent in Halifax.  When he met them in the parking lot downtown that they’d agreed on, Nate noticed one more person walking with Lucas and Noah from behind Alex, who was rushing towards him.  He recognized the extra almost immediately as Shane Johnson, Noah’s cousin.  Nate remembered Shane – he remembered how Shane was basically his cousin’s shadow, following him everywhere and hanging on to him desperately.  He’d show up at every Mooseheads home game and try to get in the locker room, name dropping that he was Noah’s cousin (as if that meant anything, or could get him anywhere).  At school, he would brag about his connections and ‘in’ with all the popular hockey guys, raising his profile in the process.  Some kids at school even thought he was part of the team, which he absolutely adored because it was his dream anyway.  Since high school, he hadn’t really done much.  Nathan hadn’t heard anything spectacular about him whenever he asked.  Noah didn’t even particularly update Nate, even though Shane was sort of always around in the peripheral of their friendship.  Nate had to admit to himself that he was kind of annoying, but knew he’d had to put up with him for at least lunch.

“Well well well, look who it is!” Alex called out from across the parking lot, his voice booming despite the hustle and bustle of the downtown core.  “If it isn’t the man himself!”

Nate couldn’t help but smile at Alex deliberately not screaming his name out.  Alex knew better.  Alex had been with Nate one too many times as they were trying to eat but people kept approaching for autographs or selfies, leaving them unable to have a true conversation.  Alex knew Nate valued privacy when he was out with his friends and family.  “If it isn’t the duuuuude himself,” he said equally as loudly, extending his arms out so they could hug.  “Good to see you, bro.”

“You get enough alone time?” he asked as they hugged, in a voice much quieter than before.  Nate shrugged his shoulders, as if to say he didn’t know, because he really didn’t.  “Your mom accidentally let it slip to Noah.”

“I know,” Nate nodded.  “It’s alright.  This’ll be good.”

“Sorry about Shane, too,” Alex said, looking back quickly to see how close the rest of the guys were.  “We won’t really be able to catch up with him here.  He wouldn’t let up about coming once he heard the news, and you know how Noah can’t say no.  But I promise we’ll talk after.  Alone.”

Nate nodded, appreciating Alex completely.  There was a reason Alex Kehoe was his best friend, and this was it.  “Yeah, we’re gonna have to do that – thanks.”

“If it isn’t Naaathan MacKinnon,” Shane yelled, raising his arms in the air.  Alex and Nate gave each other a look.  Nate didn’t understand why Shane was greeting him like a long-lost friend, since they were barely friends.  “How ya doin’, buddy?”

Nate didn’t get a chance to answer him – and didn’t take it, either – because Lucas went in for a hug, as did Noah.  Nate didn’t bother to reach into Shane.  “Where we going for lunch?” Lucas asked, posing the question to everyone.

“What about—”

“I found this new place,” Nate interrupted Noah quickly, not letting anybody else get a word in edgewise.  He didn’t want to hear any other suggestions.  He knew where he wanted to go and wasn’t going to let his friends derail his plan.  “Follow me.”

As the group walked through the streets of downtown Halifax, the group talked amongst themselves, with the guys hanging on Nate’s every word.  There wasn’t any serious conversation – and there wouldn’t be, even at lunch, because of Shane’s presence – but because they hadn’t seen their friend in a while, the boys wanted to hear their friend.  Nate, for his part, re-traced his steps from his wandering day until he found the café.  The boys were slightly taken aback by his choice, but Nate was steadfast.  They were probably expecting a gastropub or something, not a café in the artsy part of town.

As they were seated at a table in the café, Nate looked around – to the spot where he sat last time, and the spot where he saw the girl – to find her right where he left her, at the exact same table, in the exact same chair, with the exact same curly hair cascading down her back.  Her back was towards the group, but Nate could tell it was her.  It was her.  

Holy fuck.  

He tried not to stare too much, on account of not wanting to make it too obvious.  He tried to engage in the conversation the rest of the guys were having, but his eyes kept wandering back to her.  He’d answer Shane’s dumb questions, stuff his mouth with a bite of BLT, and glance over at her to make sure she didn’t get up to leave.  He’d recount a story from the season, take a gulp of his lemon water, and look in her direction.  When she got up and went to the washroom, he had half the mind to follow her, but he didn’t.  Instead, he thought of ways to get her attention with his buddies around, making sure they didn’t embarrass him in the process.  He’d already been embarrassed in front of her once before – and it was his own fault.  At least he knew she came here often, so if he needed to wait until a third time, he could.

It seemed like that was going to be the case when everybody was finished their lunch and brought their bills.  He’d have to come back a third time to get her attention.  They got up and tucked in their chairs.  Nate put on his baseball cap.

“Oh my God, Sorcha?” Shane’s voice boomed through the café.

To Nate’s complete and utter shock, the girl turned her head to look at them.  Nate’s breath caught in his throat as he caught a good look at her face again.  She was even prettier than he remembered from the last time at the café.  She had more blush on this time, he thought, and more eyeliner.  When she noticed who had called her name, her brows furrowed, a line appearing in between them for how much she was doing so.  “Shane,” she acknowledged him, her voice not nearly as chipper or loud as Shane’s was.

Nate felt time stand still.  Sorcha.  Sorcha.  Sorcha.

Sorcha Saint-Coeur.

Oh my fucking God, the girl was Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  

Nathan was not expecting Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  Sorcha had grown up on his street.  They’d gone to the same elementary school together in Cole Harbour, and had been in the same class since kindergarten.  They’d even moved on to the same middle school together, and the same high school.  But while they grew up on the same street, and knew the same people, they’d never been friends.  Sorcha had always been the nerd to Nate’s jock; the frizzy-haired, quiet, shy, studious art student as opposed to the blonde hair, blue-eyed, ambitious and serious hockey player Nate was.  She was never at school events, never at parties hosted when parents were out of town, never at people’s lake houses on the weekends.  She never went to any Mooseheads games.  She was an outcast, sitting alone at lunch when her best friend, Victoria, didn’t have the same lunch period.  Nobody ever asked her to join their table.  Worse than anything, she was relentlessly bullied.

Most of the bullies had been Nate’s friends in high school.

They bullied her about everything.  The first – and most awful, Nate thought – was her weight.  She’d always been bigger than the other girls, and she was called every fat joke in the book.  His friends even went so far as to whisper in each other’s ears if she walked by them or sat near them in class, saying things such as ‘whale’, ‘cow’, ‘butterball’, and ‘Sorcha the orca’ loud enough that she would hear.  They bullied her about her hair, because it was dark and long and untameably frizzy when they were younger, unlike the straight blonde hair of many classmates.  Then, of course, they made fun of her for having no friends besides Victoria, for being alone most of the time, for how quiet she was and how she wore no makeup, for caring about school and art and drawing more than she cared about hockey or parties or anything else.  The boys were relentless in letting Sorcha know every single day how different she was.

Shane was one of the main ones.

Shane tormented her to no end.  He constantly made fun of her for everything, and never let up.  It was worse when the hockey guys were around, because he wanted to impress them.  Nobody would defend her – not even Nate – and she’d just stay silent and take it all.  Nate remembered how oftentimes she looked like she was on the verge of tears (because she probably was).  Nate stayed silent through all the jokes, the name-calling, the ostracizing.  He didn’t keep in touch with any of the other guys, but of course, Shane was with him now.  While Alex and Lucas had better things to do in high school, Noah and Shane did not.  He could only imagine what it felt like for Sorcha, seeing them again.

“God, you’re still around in Halifax?” Shane asked, his voice as shocked as anything.

“Am I not supposed to be?” she retorted.  

“Hi Sorcha,” Alex said politely, garnering an equally polite nod of the head from her.  “How’ve you been?”

“I’ve been fantastic.”

“How’s Aidan doing?”

“He’s doing great, thanks for asking,” she said.  Aidan was her brother – five years older.  “What are you doing in this part of town, anyway?”  

“Having lunch with Nathan MacKinnon,” Shane intervened in the conversation again, moving out of the way and pointing to Nate like he was the prize pig at the rodeo.  

“H—Hey Sorcha,” he stuttered out, waving awkwardly.

There was an unspoken decision on both their parts to act as if they hadn’t just seen each other days before; that Sorcha hadn’t lied through her teeth when she said she didn’t know him.  “Hi Nate,” she said curtly.

“What are you doing down here?” Shane asked.

“I work down here,” there was venom in her voice.  “And actually, I just checked the time, and my lunch break is almost over,” she said, getting up, shutting her iPad Pro, and collecting her things quickly.  “So if you’ll excuse me, I have to get back to work.”

The four men stayed silent as they watched her hurry out of the café, not bothering to take a single look back at them.  Nate gulped.  It was one of the most awkward encounters he’d ever been a part of – and that was saying something.  This was significantly more awkward than the first time he met Sidney Crosby and didn’t stop doing high knees in a driveway.

“She works at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia now,” Alex revealed to the group, breaking the tension.  “Behind the scenes.  Like a curator or something.  My older sister still keeps in touch with Aidan.”  

Shane snorted.  “Looks like she’s still the size of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic.”

It was Nate’s turn to furrow his brows at Shane, looking him directly in the eye as he did so.  “Dude, what the fuck?”

“What?!” Shane shrugged, seeing nothing wrong with his comment.

Nate shook his head.  He felt…icky.  He didn’t want to be around Shane anymore – not longer than he had to be.  “I’m outta here.”

***

Okay, so Sorcha worked as a curator at the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia.

So where did Nate find himself the next day?

The Art Gallery of Nova Scotia.

He had no clue what the fuck he was doing, or what the fuck he was going to say, but just like yesterday, he had a loose plan that he’d concocted the night before and was executing this very moment.  As he walked through the doors, he approached the main desk where patrons could purchase tickets.  He made sure to take off his hat.  He knew artsy people would find it uncouth of him, or anyone, to wear a baseball hat indoors.  

“How may I help you?” the polite man at the desk smiled.

“Hi.  I, uh, I’m looking for a Sorcha that works here.  Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  She’s a curator,” he said.

The man immediately picked up the phone and dialled a series of numbers.  He smiled at Nate as he waited for someone to pick up.  “Hi, Audrey?  I have someone here for Sorcha Saint-Coeur.  Can you please come to the front to escort him?...His name?  Nathan MacKinnon.”

So he was found.  Nate couldn’t help but smile as the man thanked Audrey and hung up the phone.  “Thank you, sir.”

“She’ll be right out.  And you’ll have to excuse me, but my grandson loves hockey, and loves you.”

“Oh, that’s no problem,” Nate said.

“How does Nathan MacKinnon get to know Sorcha Saint-Coeur, anyway?”

He bit his tongue.  “High school,” he said.  He technically wasn’t lying.  Hell, he could have said elementary school and he wouldn’t be lying.

“Mr. MacKinnon?” a female voice asked, approaching him quickly.  He could only assume this was Audrey.  “Right this way, please.”

Nate gave one last nod of his head to the man before following Audrey through an ‘Employees Only’ door.  They made small talk as she led him through a series of hallways and onto an elevator to go up a few floors.  Once they reached their destination – the eighth floor, labelled ‘Curator Spaces’ on the elevator legend – Audrey looked over.  “I’ll let Sorcha know you’re here and she’ll be with you shortly,” she informed him.  “I’m sure you know she’s busy curating one of next major exhibits for the fall and winter season.”  

Audrey motioned to a bench for Nate to sit on, and he did so.  She gave him one last smile before walking down the hallway and leaving him waiting.  He sat twiddling his thumbs for about ten minutes before he heard a door click open.  When he looked towards it, he came face to face with Sorcha.

“Hey,” he greeted her.

She looked like she’d seen a ghost.  “What are you doing here?” she asked, looking around the empty hallway to see if anyone else had seen him sitting there.  “How—how do you even know that I work here?”

“Kehoe told me,” he said.  “He mentioned how his sister still keeps in touch with Aidan, and I guess Aidan told her.”

“What are you doing here?” she asked again, as if she didn’t even care about his answer of how he knew she worked at the gallery.  

“I—well—wa—want to go for lunch?” he offered.

“What?”

Alright, so Nate’s gameplan backfired on him.  Horrendously.  She wasn’t warm and she wasn’t happy to see him and she was upset that he’d shown up at her work.  He needed to do damage control.  “Listen, I—I’m sorry about yesterday.  It was just supposed to be Alex, Lucas, and Noah with me, but Shane ended up tagging along.  But that first day—I mean, you knew who I was.  I knew who you were too, I just didn’t remember you.  You didn’t have to lie to me and say we didn’t know each other from anywhere.  I mean, we grew up on the same street.”

He saw her soften slightly, but he could tell she still had a massive wall up.  “We’re not going for lunch.  I have a very busy day.  What are you—what was even your plan?  Take me to lunch and do what?”

He didn’t know.  He really didn’t know.  He shrugged his shoulders.  “I haven’t seen you since I left for Colorado.  I don’t—I don’t know what you’ve been up to since then, and I guess I want to find out.”

Her face softened some more, though she crossed her arms in front of her.  She was clearly wasn’t a fan of the idea, or his biggest fan in the slightest.  She also didn’t know why he would want this information from her when he never bothered to get to know her since elementary school and never bothered to keep in touch with her.  “I graduated third in our class and got accepted to the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design.  After two years I transferred to Toronto, and I ended up living in Florence for a year.  I graduated with my B.A in art history, worked in a few galleries in Toronto, then moved back to Halifax to be a curator here,” she explained.  

Nate was impressed.  It wasn’t every day that he met a curator for a gallery.  He wasn’t exactly sure what they did, but it sounded important.  “That’s really impressive.  Congratulations, Sorcha.”

“Thanks,” her reply was curt, but heartfelt.  She was accomplished, and happy with how her life worked out without Nathan MacKinnon, Shane Johnson, or anyone else from elementary or high school.  “You don’t have to explain what you’ve been up to.  I hear it on the news every night.”

Nate couldn’t help but chuckle, and he swore he saw Sorcha smirk, too.  “Yeah, well…” he trailed off.  “I don’t think I was meant for anything else.”

“I don’t think so either,” she agreed.  “You were always going to be a hockey superstar.”

“I didn’t do much else.”

“No, you didn’t,” Sorcha cracked a smirk.  She couldn’t help it.  Hockey was Nate’s whole life, and had been since elementary school.  Though they weren’t friends, she knew that about him (everybody knew that about him).  His main focus in life was hockey and making the NHL – that was clear.  “Anything else you’d like to know?” she asked.

“Why you pretended you didn’t know me the other day,” he blurted out without thinking.  

Sorcha had to think of something fast because she really didn’t have any kind of excuse.  “I was just shocked to see you in this part of town,” she decided on saying.  “And besides, you asked me ‘Do I know you?’.  And you don’t.  You don’t know me.”

Nate and Sorcha stared at each other, letting those words linger in the air for a while.  She was completely right, but he didn’t want to admit that.  He’d never taken the time to, even as they grew up on the same street and went to the same schools.  “Touché,” Nate said.

“Is there anything else you’d like to know?” she asked again.

Nate shook his head.  It was clear that she wasn’t going to be forthcoming, that she had a wall up because of their past – and he didn’t blame her.  He was an asshole as a teenager, and so were his friends – at some point, all teenage boys were assholes.  He just wanted, and needed, to make it better.  “It was nice seeing you,” he said in defeat.

“Thanks.”

“Have a great day at work.  And curating, like, in general.”

“Thanks.”

***

Nate was alone at his house.  And when he was alone at his house, he got ideas.  

Google: art gallery of nova scotia Sorcha saint-coeur

Nate clicked.  And clicked.  And clicked.  Then clicked again.  Clicked on her LinkedIn page.  Clicked on her profile on the Art Gallery of Nova Scotia website:

Sorcha Saint-Coeur grew up in Cole Harbour and attended the Nova Scotia College of Art and Design before transferring to the University of Toronto.  She holds an honours Bachelor of Arts in art history, and has the distinction of having been invited to the Florence Academy of Fine Arts to study for a year.  She has experience curating for some of the most distinguished galleries in Toronto, including MOCA Toronto, the McMichael Art Gallery, and the Art Gallery of Ontario.  

Past exhibitions Saint-Coeur has curated include “Picasso: Painting the Blue Period”, “Tom Thomson: The Algonquin Paintings”, and “James Tissot: The Seasons”.  

At the side of the page was an official portrait of her, definitely taken by the gallery.  And right underneath that picture, he found exactly what he was looking for: her email.  There was one thing Nate wasn’t: a quitter.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: (no subject)

hey.  it’s Nate.  i still think we should go to lunch tomorrow to catch up.  what do u think?

He didn’t have to wait long for a reply.  He chuckled to himself when it came through.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: (no subject)

How the hell did you get my work email

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: (no subject)

from the art gallery website.  Your profile is on there.  What do u say?

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Nate, I appreciate the offer, but I basically told you everything there is to know.  There’s not much else.  Have fun being back home.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

u told me the basics.  there’s still a lot more to tell.  what time ur lunch break?  I will make reservations for the press gang at 12.  have u been there?  on me.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Are you insinuating I can’t afford lunch at The Press Gang?

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

NO!!!  not at all!  it’s one of the best in town and its down the street from you!  we can go to the café if that makes u comfortable.  and i promise i’ll be alone.  No kehoe, no shane, no ambush.  just us.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

You never quit, do you?

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

don’t think i would have made the nhl if i did.

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

If you boast about being an NHL player even once during lunch I’m leaving.

From: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] To: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

I take that as a yes?

From: Sorcha Saint-Coeur [saintcoeur@agns.ca] To: Nathan MacKinnon [natedogg29@gmail.com] Subject: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: RE: (no subject)

Well, if you’re buying.

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the “david byrne sex on the kitchen floor story” DOES have a source and it’s david bowman’s this must be the place book. also i kind of wonder if this is the same story as the “fucking his friend’s girlfriend” one… maybe.

Not sister ray 😭

I guess this is also where the story of David swallowing glass to impress a girl came from? I read the Jerome Davis talking heads biography but not this one and always thought that he had sex with his friend Marc Kehoe's girlfriend but I think you're right

I should read this book

[maturemenoftvandfilms]

UPDATE

Here’s the schedule for the next five stories I’ll be posting.

Hope you enjoy the new stuff.

Prince Laurent of Belgium

Featuring Prince Laurent of Belgium

BRIEF SYNOPSIS: A chance encounter between an eccentric Belgian prince and a young cellist, leads to a hot encounter.

POSTING: 10/21/2022

Lt. Governor Kehoe

Featuring Missouri Lt. Governor, Mike Kehoe

BRIEF SYNOPSIS: A staffer gets into some hot action working at Lieutenant Governor's Office of Mike Kehoe.

POSTING: 11/4/2022

The King and I

Chapter One: On His Majesty's Secret Service  

Featuring His Majesty, King Charles III

BRIEF SYNOPSIS: King Charles III, who is about to record his first public address to the nation as sovereign, gets into some action with his new PR chief.

POSTING: 11/18/2022

The Senator from Montana

CHAPTER NINE: The Tour

Featuring Sen. Jon Tester  

BRIEF SYNOPSIS: Touring the Billings Water Treatment Plant after a severe flood, Senator Tester catches the eye of one of it's workers.

POSTING: 12/2/2022

Pastor Hagee

CHAPTER THREE: Dick Down Good

Featuring American pastor and televangelist, John Hagee 

BRIEF SYNOPSIS: Chad Davis fucks pastor Hagee in his home, who was having second thoughts about having sex with guys, into submission.  

POSTING: 12/16/2022

[ulkaralakbarova]

When secretive new neighbors move in next door, suburbanite Ray Peterson and his friends let their paranoia get the best of them as they start to suspect the newcomers of evildoings and commence an investigation. But it’s hardly how Ray, who much prefers drinking beer, reading his newspaper and watching a ball game on the tube expected to spend his vacation. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Ray Peterson: Tom Hanks Lt. Mark Rumsfield: Bruce Dern Carol Peterson: Carrie Fisher Art Weingartner: Rick Ducommun Bonnie Rumsfield: Wendy Schaal Ricky Butler: Corey Feldman Hans Klopek: Courtney Gains Dr. Werner Klopek: Henry Gibson Walter Seznick: Gale Gordon Vic, Garbageman #1: Dick Miller Joe, Garbageman #2: Robert Picardo Uncle Reuben Klopek: Theodore Gottlieb Detective #1: Franklyn Ajaye Dave Peterson: Cory Danziger Detective #2: Rance Howard Ricky’s Girlfriend: Heather Haase Steve Kuntz: Nicky Katt Ricky’s Friend: Bill Stevenson Ricky’s Friend: Gary Hays Cop: Kevin Gage Cop: Dana Olsen Walter’s Daughter: Brenda Benner Suzanne Weingartner: Patrika Darbo Voiceover Actor: Sonny Carl Davis Voiceover Actor: Moosie Drier Voiceover Actor: Leigh French Voiceover Actor: Archie Hahn Voiceover Actor: Billy Jayne Voiceover Actor: Phyllis Katz Voiceover Actor: Jeffrey Kramer Voiceover Actor: Lynne Marie Stewart Voiceover Actor: Arnold F. Turner Voiceover Actor: Gigi Vorgan Ricky’s friend (uncredited): Carey Scott Kid on Bike (Uncredited): Tony Westbrook Ray’s Boss (uncredited): Kevin McCarthy Film Crew: Sound Effects: Mark A. Mangini Casting: Mike Fenton Casting: Judy Taylor Costume Design: Rosanna Norton Original Music Composer: Jerry Goldsmith Director: Joe Dante Executive Producer: Ron Howard Production Sound Mixer: Ken King Hairstylist: Christine Lee Production Design: James H. Spencer Set Designer: James E. Tocci Producer: Larry Brezner Producer: Michael Finnell Additional Photography: John Hora Music Editor: Kenneth Hall Set Decoration: John H. Anderson Foley Editor: Ron Bartlett Makeup Artist: Daniel C. Striepeke Co-Producer: Dana Olsen Special Effects Supervisor: Ken Pepiot Editor: Marshall Harvey Camera Operator: Michael D. O’Shea Director of Photography: Robert M. Stevens Stunts: George P. Wilbur Associate Producer: Pat Kehoe Dolly Grip: Kirk Bales Key Grip: Charles Saldaña Stunts: John-Clay Scott Supervising Sound Editor: George Simpson Stunts: Eddie Hice Stunts: Gary Epper Stunts: Wally Rose Stunt Double: Brian J. Williams Stunts: Jeff Ramsey Stunts: John Hateley Stunts: Ray Saniger Art Direction: Charles L. Hughes ADR Editor: Stephen Purvis Stunts: Gary Morgan Stunts: Frank Orsatti Second Assistant Director: David D’Ovidio Sound Editor: Warren Hamilton Jr. Costume Supervisor: Cheryl Beasley Blackwell Makeup Artist: Michael Germain Foley Artist: Dan O’Connell Transportation Coordinator: Randy White Boom Operator: Randall L. Johnson Foley Artist: Kevin Bartnof Visual Effects Supervisor: Michael Owens Still Photographer: Ralph Nelson Jr. Script Supervisor: Roz Harris Leadman: Nigel A. Boucher Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Michael Minkler Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gary C. Bourgeois Foley Editor: Aaron Glascock Sound Editor: Michael J. Benavente Chief Lighting Technician: Leslie J. Kovacs Costume Supervisor: Eric H. Sandberg Greensman: Dave Newhouse Construction Coordinator: Michael Muscarella Stunts: Roydon Clark Stunts: Sandra Lee Gimpel Set Designer: Judy Cammer Assistant Editor: Uri Katoni Lighting Technician: Brent Poe Grip: T. Daniel Scaringi Production Coordinator: Karen Shaw Lighting Technician: Ken W. Ballantine Special Effects: Michael Arbogast Studio Teacher: Adria Later Stunt Coordinator: Jeff Smolek Construction Foreman: Ciro Vuoso Production Accountant: Julianna Arenson Assistant Chief Lighting Technician: Benny McNulty Set Designer: Erin M. Cummins Property Master: Gregg H. Bilson Lighting Technician: E. Christopher Reed Stunts: Rick Sawaya Unit Publicist: Reid Rosefelt Special Effects: Jeff Pepiot Grip: Danny Falkengren Best Boy Grip: Hal Nelson Grip: Paul E. Sutton Special Effects: Thomas R....

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 7.3

Beer Birthdays

Tom Kehoe (1964)

Christian Ettinger (1973)

Max Finance (1985)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Dave Barry; writer, humorist (1947)

M.F.K. Fisher; writer (1908)

Mississippi John Hurt; blues singer (1893)

Franz Kafka; Czech writer (1883)

Tom Stoppard; playwright (1937)

Famous Birthdays

Robert Adam; Scottish architect (1728)

Amalia Aguilar; Cuban-Mexican film actress and dancer (1924)

Rae Allen; actress, singer, and director (1926)

Evelyn Anthony; English author (1928)

Paul Barrere; rock guitarist (1948)

Sándor Bortnyik; Hungarian painter (1893)

Laura Branigan; rock singer (1957)

Betty Buckley; actor (1947)

Vince Clarke; English singer-songwriter, keyboard player (1960)

George M. Cohan; actor, singer, songwriter (1878)

Michael Cole; actor (1945)

Johnny Coles, American trumpeter (1926)

John Singleton Copley; artist (1738)

Richard Cramer; actor (1889)

Tom Cruise; actor (1962)

William Henry Davies; Welsh poet and writer (1871)

Lisa De Leeuw; adult actress (1958)

Jesse Douglas; mathematician (1897)

Pete Fountain; clarinetist (1930)

Andy Fraser; English singer-songwriter and bass player (1952)

Thomas Gibson; actor (1962)

Charlotte Perkins Gilman; sociologist, writer, feminist (1860)

Ramón Gómez de la Serna; Spanish author and playwright (1888)

Albert Gottschalk; Danish painter (1866)

Larry "Bozo the Clown" Harmon; clown (1925)

Charlie Higson; English actor, singer (1958)

Philip Jamison; artist (1925)

Leos Janacek; Czech composer (1854)

Elle King; singer, songwriter, and actress (1989)

Alfred Korzybski; Polish-American mathematician (1879)

Johnny Lee; singer and guitarist (1946)

Doris Lloyd; English actress (1896)

Nicholas Maxwell; English philosopher (1937)

Didier Mouron; Swiss-Canadian painter (1958)

Olivia Munn; actor, comedian (1980)

Connie Nielsen; Danish-American actor (1965)

Tim O'Connor; actor (1927)

Carla Olson; singer-songwriter (1952)

Baard Owe; Norwegian-Danish actor (1936)

Eddy Paape, Belgian illustrator (1920)

Susan Penhaligon; English actress (1949)

Stephen Pearcy; singer-songwriter, and guitarist (1959)

Ralph Barton Perry; philosopher (1876)

Susan Peters; actress (1921)

Jethro Pugh; Dallas Cowboys DT (1944)

François Reichenbach; French film director (1921)

Ken Russell; English film director (1927)

George Sanders; Russian-born British actor (1906)

Richard Mellon Scaife; businessman (1932)

Harrison Schmitt; geologist, astronaut (1935)

Ruth Crawford Seeger; composer (1901)

Michael Shea; author (1946)

Kurtwood Smith; actor (1943)

Yeardley Smith; actor (1964)

Jan Smithers; actor (1949)

Poly Styrene; British musician (1957)

Kenzie Taylor; adult actress (1990)

Tommy Tedesco; guitarist (1930)

Norman E. Thagard; astronaut (1943)

Aaron Tippin; singer-songwriter, guitarist (1958)

Guillaume Cornelis van Beverloo; Belgian artist (1922)

John Verity,; English guitarist (1949)

Johnnie Wilder, Jr.; R&B/funk singer (1949)

Montel Williams; television host (1956)

Patrick Wilson; actor (1973)

Edward Young; English poet, dramatist (1683)

[sotosnamethatbandwinners]

370.

B. Kevin Kehoe A. Wayne Davis

[earcandle]

ECP0802 Kehoe Nation at Haight Street Fair 061205

Kehoe Nation performs at the Haight Street Fair on 06/12/2005 in San Francisco California, and they are a rocking, foot tapping, hand clapping, moving, grooving, joyful membered group!

Ear Candle Productions is a small music label, video production, and eLearning website designed to be a place for the arts to stay and to be a venue for the creative products of the owners, John Bassham (AKA J Neo Marvin) and Debra Nicholson Bassham (AKA Davis Jones). We live in San Francisco. Come visit our website, check out our YT, Bandcamp, Ear Candle Radio, and other pages at https://earcandleproductions.com

[burlveneer-music]

Davy Kehoe - The Pilot (Part 1) - just found this 2019 track that sounds like an unused backing track from Inky Bloaters by Danielle Dax! (Channeling swamp Americana through DIY electronics)

[zattirizat]

zttrzt vol.44

after a long time break, here it's forty-fourth mix include Cale Sexton, Alper Maral & Mert Topel, Comet is Coming, Tapan and more. soundcloud

tracklist

TRjj - Emulation of History (Disguised Drums) Sandro Brugnolini - Kissing Twoonky - Jasso 19 Gadi Pirms Sakuma - Ruhig Cass & Gianni Brezzo - Autoscooter Lover Ferdi - Transpose Zatua - Hey Joamal Tapan Meets Generation Taragalte - Jbit Aala Khiam Ashinoa - Oma Gamara Davy Kehoe - The Pilot (Part 1) Keys - Keys De Ambassade - Malefica I.A.O - Places of Soul Cosmo Vitelli feat Sebastian Lee Philip - Die Alraune The Comet is Coming - The Afterlife Cale Sexton - Look Back and Lurch Alper Maral & Mert Topel - Edirne & Ankara

[nbernardo]

Davy Kehoe @ OUT.FEST, Barreiro - 05.10.2019 © Nuno Bernardo

[theretirementhome]

Davy Kehoe - Happy Highway

[aardwolfpack]

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[torch-on-felts]

The Shadow Bureau Detective Agency

(L-R: Isadora Epstein, Eimear Reagan, Davy Kehoe, Eoghan McIntyre)

[ulkaralakbarova]

A hard-nosed cop reluctantly teams up with a wise-cracking criminal temporarily paroled to him, in order to track down a killer. Credits: TheMovieDb. Film Cast: Jack Cates: Nick Nolte Reggie Hammond: Eddie Murphy Elaine: Annette O’Toole Haden: Frank McRae Albert Ganz: James Remar Luther: David Patrick Kelly Billy Bear: Sonny Landham Ben Kehoe: Brion James Rosalie, Hostage Girl: Kerry Sherman Algren: Jonathan Banks Vanzant: James Keane Frizzy, Hotel Desk Clerk: Tara King Lisa, Blonde Hooker: Greta Blackburn Casey: Margot Rose Sally: Denise Crosby Candy: Olivia Brown Young Cop: Todd Allen Thin Cop: Bill Dearth Big Cop: Ned Dowd Old Cop: Jim Haynie Detective: Jack Thibeau Plainclothes Man: Jon St. Elwood Ruth: Clare Torao Policewoman: Sandy Martin Bob: Matt Landers Cowboy Bartender: Peter Jason First Cop: Bill Cross Second Cop: Chris Mulkey Parking Lot Attendant: Marcelino Sánchez Road Gang Guard: Bennie E. Dobbins Road Gang Guard: Walter Scott Road Gang Guard: W.T. Zacha Prison Guard: Loyd Catlett Prison Guard: B. G. Fisher Prison Guard: Reid Cruickshanks Duty Sergeant: R. D. Call Hooker: Brenda Venus Hooker: Gloria Gifford Torchy’s Patron: Nick Dimitri Torchy’s Patron: John Dennis Johnston Torchy’s Patron: Rock A. Walker Gas Station Attendant: Dave Moordigian Security Guard: J. Wesley Huston Cop with Gun: Gary Pettinger Bar Girl: Marquerita Wallace Bar Girl: Angela Robinson Witherspoon Bartender: Jack Lightsy Henry Wong: John Hauk Interrogator: Bob Yanez Leroy: Clint Smith Gang Member: Luis Contreras Cowgirl Dancer: Suzanne M. Regard Vroman’s Dancer: Ola Ray Vroman’s Dancer: Bjaye Turner Indian Hooker: Begonya Plaza Film Crew: Original Music Composer: James Horner Producer: Lawrence Gordon Editor: Freeman A. Davies Production Design: John Vallone Director of Photography: Ric Waite Editor: Mark Warner Writer: Walter Hill Casting: Judith Holstra Editor: Billy Weber Producer: Joel Silver Sound Editor: John Dunn Sound Editor: Tim Mangini Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Donald O. Mitchell Costume Design: Marilyn Vance Sound Editor: Teri E. Dorman Supervising Sound Effects Editor: Richard L. Anderson Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Rick Kline Executive Producer: D. Constantine Conte Sound Re-Recording Mixer: Gregg Landaker Makeup Artist: Edouard F. Henriques Makeup Artist: Michael Germain Supervising Sound Effects Editor: Stephen Hunter Flick ADR Editor: Mark A. Mangini Stunt Double: Terry Leonard Stunts: Nick Dimitri Writer: Roger Spottiswoode Writer: Larry Gross Writer: Steven E. de Souza Set Decoration: Richard C. Goddard Hairstylist: Dagmar Loesch Stunt Double: Vince Deadrick Jr. Stunts: Tony Brubaker Special Effects: Joseph P. Mercurio Stunts: Bruce Paul Barbour Stunts: Larry Holt Stunt Double: John Sherrod Stunts: Jerry Brutsche Stunts: Billy C. Chandler Stunt Driver: Conrad E. Palmisano Stunt Coordinator: Bennie E. Dobbins Gaffer: Carl Boles Stunts: Walter Scott Movie Reviews: John Chard: You switch from an armed robber to a pimp, you’re all set. A hard as nails cop reluctantly teams up with a wise-cracking criminal temporarily paroled to him, in order to track down an escaped convict cop killer. The mismatched buddy buddy formula exploded onto the screen here in a ball of violence, profanity and pin sharp one liners. It also launched Eddie Murphy into 1980s stardom. Directed by Walter Hill and starring Nick Nolte alongside Murphy as part of an electrifying black and white double act, it’s unrelenting in pace and bad attitude. It could have been so different though, with the likes of Stallone, Reynolds, Pryor and Hines attached at various times for lead parts, it now is written in folklore that Murphy got the break and grasped it with both hands (he was actually fired at one point mind!). Thankfully the problems behind the scenes were resolved to give us a classic of its type. A big success for Paramount it paved the way for more choice same formula pictures in the decade, but few were able to be so course and daring with the racial divide explosions. Murphy is outstanding, quick as an A.K. 47 in vocal d...

[brookstonalmanac]

Birthdays 7.3

Beer Birthdays

Tom Kehoe (1964)

Christian Ettinger (1973)

Max Finance (1985)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Dave Barry; writer, humorist (1947)

M.F.K. Fisher; writer (1908)

Mississippi John Hurt; blues singer (1893)

Franz Kafka; Czech writer (1883)

Tom Stoppard; playwright (1937)

Famous Birthdays

Robert Adam; Scottish architect (1728)

Amalia Aguilar; Cuban-Mexican film actress and dancer (1924)

Rae Allen; actress, singer, and director (1926)

Evelyn Anthony; English author (1928)

Paul Barrere; rock guitarist (1948)

Sándor Bortnyik; Hungarian painter (1893)

Laura Branigan; rock singer (1957)

Betty Buckley; actor (1947) Vince Clarke; English singer-songwriter, keyboard player (1960)

George M. Cohan; actor, singer, songwriter (1878)

Michael Cole; actor (1945)

Johnny Coles, American trumpeter (1926)

John Singleton Copley; artist (1738)

Richard Cramer; actor (1889)

Tom Cruise; actor (1962)

William Henry Davies; Welsh poet and writer (1871)

Lisa De Leeuw; porn actor (1958)

Jesse Douglas; mathematician (1897)

Pete Fountain; clarinetist (1930)

Andy Fraser; English singer-songwriter and bass player (1952)

Thomas Gibson; actor (1962)

Charlotte Perkins Gilman; sociologist, writer, feminist (1860)

Ramón Gómez de la Serna; Spanish author and playwright (1888)

Albert Gottschalk; Danish painter (1866)

Larry "Bozo the Clown" Harmon; clown (1925)

Charlie Higson; English actor, singer (1958)

Philip Jamison; artist (1925)

Leos Janacek; Czech composer (1854)

Elle King; singer, songwriter, and actress (1989)

Alfred Korzybski; Polish-American mathematician (1879)

Johnny Lee; singer and guitarist (1946)

Doris Lloyd; English actress (1896)

Nicholas Maxwell; English philosopher (1937)

Didier Mouron; Swiss-Canadian painter (1958)

Olivia Munn; actor, comedian (1980)

Connie Nielsen; Danish-American actor (1965)

Tim O'Connor; actor (1927)

Carla Olson; singer-songwriter (1952)

Baard Owe; Norwegian-Danish actor (1936)

Eddy Paape, Belgian illustrator (1920)

Susan Penhaligon; English actress (1949)

Stephen Pearcy; singer-songwriter, and guitarist (1959)

Ralph Barton Perry; philosopher (1876)

Susan Peters; actress (1921)

Jethro Pugh; Dallas Cowboys DT (1944)

François Reichenbach; French film director (1921)

Ken Russell; English film director (1927)

George Sanders; Russian-born British actor (1906)

Richard Mellon Scaife; businessman (1932)

Harrison Schmitt; geologist, astronaut (1935)

Ruth Crawford Seeger; composer (1901)

Michael Shea; author (1946)

Kurtwood Smith; actor (1943)

Yeardley Smith; actor (1964)

Jan Smithers; actor (1949)

Poly Styrene; British musician (1957)

Tommy Tedesco; guitarist (1930)

Norman E. Thagard; astronaut (1943)

Aaron Tippin; singer-songwriter, guitarist (1958)

Guillaume Cornelis van Beverloo; Belgian artist (1922)

John Verity,; English guitarist (1949)

Johnnie Wilder, Jr.; R&B/funk singer (1949)

Montel Williams; television host (1956)

Patrick Wilson; actor (1973)

Edward Young; English poet, dramatist (1683)