Rod Swenson is not a world-famous painter, but he is well know in Northern California and in the Pacific Northwest and, in China.
There are a lot of things that Rod and I share. Faith, artistic passion, unrepressed openess (we once kissed on the mouth, but that's another story) and we are both huge. I weigh in at 6'6" and, er, as of late about 275. Rod is like 6'5" and maybe about 240.
And Rod is hard of hearing so when we would meet there would be lots of yelling and the body-slamming of giants.
The reason is Rod is thinner is he does not drive. The picture above in 1991 was a few months from his 50th birthday. I'm still two years away from that millstone (hehe) and he's probably in better shape.
Rod bikes, walks or others cart him around. Did he ever drive? I have no idea. I just remember being in the cafe and seeing him bike low and lean on one of those weird sit down-lay-back bikes, usually with a weird hat and strange contentment on his face.
"There goes Rod".
Anyway, the Rod Swenson in Connneticut is not the same Rod Swenson.
So I added artist and got the Rod Swenson who use to manage the Plasmatics, wrote lyrics with Wendy O. Williams (and also Kiss) and was a photographer (he did the shirt above).
He was also William's companion and the one who found her after she killed herself.
Apparently this Rod Swenson was a control freak and very difficult.
Not the right Rod Swenson, though I'd love to see him try and handle a chainsaw.
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