It all started innocently enough with this:
After cultivating my resemblance to George Lucas, my fellow Riffers cruelly issued two fresh challenges. First, said Mike Nelson, “Are you up for a little Proximo?” referring to the role in Gladiator played by bawdy, boozing and deceased Sir Oliver Reed; then Bill Corbett added fuel to the fire and dared me to tweak my visage to neatly resemble pop icon Billy Joel.
Done and done. After enough Furious Ale to aid my resemblance to Oliver Reed, I came up with this:
Okay, I had to improvise a lot. I don’t have a Kufi so I had to use my yellow Carhart. And certainly I didn’t drink near enough ale. But it’s all me, and that scares me a little.
However, Billy Joel was easy. I just took my press photo, lopped the top of my skull off and replaced it with Mr. Joel’s:
I also borrowed his well-dressed thorax. But now I know how to get into the Cafe Carlyle in Manhattan without paying the cover. Maybe even get a free drink. Hell, who knows, you might see Billy Murph up on the stage trading verses of “Ladies who Lunch” with Elaine Stritch. And by the way:
A NEW CHALLENGE:
Bill and Mike, I challenge you summon your powers and cultivate your resemblance to Broadway Powerhouse Elaine Stritch:
No excuses. Get busy.
UPDATE BY BILL: First of all, Kevin: bravo, sir. You did fine a fine job with Mssrs. Reed and Joel. I thank you for forging ahead with the important work of transforming celebrity photos into semblances of ourselves. It’s something the this crazy world needs badly right now.
So let me contribute to the cause, as well. I’m an acknowledged master of Photoshop, as you know, Kevin… but your challenge proved difficult. I might have put a little too much of myself in there.
Anyway, here goes:
I probably shouldn’t have added as many of my own neck wattles, and toned down my octogenerian look of fear/surprise/impending death. But heck, I did my best.