Someone’s got to support the oceans in the southern hemisphere, and it might as well be him.
[Original image found here. Cropped, rotated and enhanced only. No Photoshop.]
Someone’s got to support the oceans in the southern hemisphere, and it might as well be him.
[Original image found here. Cropped, rotated and enhanced only. No Photoshop.]
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The Girls of Delta Tau Phi all want to borrow your van to move their belongings from here to a few feet over there. It’ll take all day and you still won’t get invited to their private wubba wubba dance.
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The Tubes “WPOD” featuring Fee Waybill as Quay Lewd in 1977. I missed out on seeing them live, but I have a couple of their early albums. “Don’t Touch Me There” was one of my favorites; lotta talent in that band.
I remember that year (and the Winter of 77-78) and it was about that time I realized that I hated a lot of the garbage the rock stations were pumping (czech out the 1977 Top 100 Billboard List. Leo Sayer? Really?) My music preferences went rogue.
However, there are a couple of songs on that list that I secretly liked, like this one:
The Sanford-Townsend Band‘s “Smoke From A Distant Fire” was such an up-beat song, and it got the girls dancing. (Heh – the band was introduced by Helen Reddy.)
Two years later, Rickie Lee Jones recorded an almost identical song chord-wise, “Chuck E.’s In Love,” and I loved that one, too.
In 1975 Aerosmith came out with their classic “Walk This Way” and it climbed all the way up to No. 90 in 1977. Go figger. The only other song on that Billboard List that I remember liking much was this one:
Manfred Mann’s Earth Band‘s version of Bruce Springsteen‘s “Blinded By The Light” was more popular than the original and made it to No. 36 on the Billboard Top 100 for 1977. (BTW, Mann was never the lead singer. He was the keyboardist.)
Have a great Fathers’ Day Weekend folks, appreciate all that your dad does (or did) for you, and we’ll see you back here tomorrow.
Dangerous. Use only under adult supervision.
Reminds me of a bar prank from years ago. Light a cigarette, snuff it out in a puddle of candle wax, then put it back in the pack for later. When the time is right, pull out the wax-butt, fire it up, and pretend that you don’t know that it’s flaming like a tiki torch. Wave it around while telling a pointless story, but don’t set your hair on fire (or anything else for that matter).
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