While going through Bob Green’s book, “Eavesdroppings,” I came across a reference to a musician named “Les Kadar.”
As Jan Ligget was on here recently trumpeting about her hubby’s skill as a musician, I thought I’d share Bob’s story with you.
From Eavesdroppings” by Bob Green, available at Book Express and Cambridge Centre for the Arts.
Les Kadar, who runs the Garden Gate Lawn and Garden Statuary centre in the old Nicholson’s Inn at Blair, used to play trumpet in a rock band.
Playing in a dive in Welland in the 1960s, he and his band accompanied an exotic dancer who loved to pirouette so that her enormous silicon bosom would float like the Graf Zeppelin. The stage was too small, and that night one of her breasts lodged in the bell of Les’s trumpet, driving it into his mouth and almost knocking out his frontteeth. His mouth bled, and she offered to kiss it better but, like a gentleman, he declined and offered first aid for her breasts.