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Thanks for posting about this. Just ordered it.

@AnotherUTFan What mic are you using on the Marshall.

Fuckity fuck FUCK!

Mom and Dad find huge stash of German bondage porn in kid's bedroom along with a collection bondage/S&M goodies. Mom says, "What are you going to do to punish him?" Dad, "I don't think you should spank him."

@Pancho Why didn't you show him your copy of Financial Times? 😉

This was next on my list. I read a Ken Tucker review in Rolling Stone in early 1979 and drove 30 miles to the closest place I could buy it. The review said something about "it sounds like they are aware this music is completely different than everything else, and they don't care." That caught my eye. He also sort of predicted the album/band was headed to obscurity and that wasn't fair. All through the next summer, it rarely came out of the tape player in my pickup. Friends would get in and say, WTF is this? And Bohemian Rhapsody? I saw first saw that on Midnight Special and had no idea what I was hearing, but I loved it. I used to record the show from my TV to a portable cassette recorder and listen to it. I wore that episode out.

I don't imagine the manager at Steak & Ale was either. Apparently, he pissed on the salad bar, walked out the front door and caught a cab.

I didn't know what I was hearing when I first heard this, but it was a completely new sound.

Just bumping this to keep it on page 1. Hope everyone is taking care of themselves.

Ha. Frank's was in an old building that was probably a Pioneer at one time. It was near those old grain elevators on East Kell where 285 splits, SE of downtown. That Pool/Poop Hall? Mesquite Branch? Ha. One day a buddy and I were playing pool in there. Cute bartenders who crafted a drink called, "The Wonder Draw" which we later learned was a Red Draw with a healthy shot of vodka, for good measure. My buddy's dad was a big wig with Canadian company who owned Whites Auto for a while. Well, the sell off White's so all of the Canadian execs are having one little bout of day drinking before they head back to Toronto. Well, about 2pm, his dad and the rest of the exec management roll in there. Start buying drinks....gettin' rowdy, drinking like Kennedys. Buddy and I leave with a couple of the chicks when they get off work. Next afternoon, I run by my buddy's parent's house. His mom is fuming....his dad, sitting in a chair....hungover like a palm tree with a silly grin on his face. From there, he recapped the day's events, which led to a meal at Steak and Ale. They do some more pregaming at the bar, then move to a table for some prime rib, to lay down a base for some SERIOUS drinking later that night. One Canadian gets up, "Gotta sharpen my skates" and heads off to the bathroom. Doesn't return for some time, then the manager shows up and says, "I'm afraid we are going to have to ask you gentlemen to leave." WTF they exclaim. Manager says, "It seems that one of the guests from your party has urinated on the salad bar."

Best thing ever about Wichita Falls was a bar called Frank's 8 Ball. They sold beer, wine and setups. Frank Goff was a retired WWII fighter pilot and played trumpet with Jack Teagarden and Glenn Miller and was Buddy Holly's pilot for a short period of time. He looked a lot like Jackie Gleason and would put a finger in his ear when he took a shot of whiskey. I later learned it was because of ear damage from the war and when he tilted his head back, he would lose his balance. In the late 70s and early 80s, he and his buddies would sit around all day and tell stories and listen to jazz on the juke box. Then at night, they would break out their instruments. It was great fun. They had a lady who would sing with them. She looked like a movie star from the 40s.......we would always request "Satin Doll" and she would get such a kick out of it and start flirting with us. I LOVED going in there during the day time and talking with all of those vets and grew to love them. Then, about 10pm their wives would come up to Frank's, come in thru the back door and take them home. Next day, they would be there again. Then one day, Frank and his wife go out of town and their son signed a local cover band to play. They played Pretenders, Police, U2, Marshall Crenshaw, Costello, etc. The place was PACKED and when Frank got back and saw all of the money, he was a fan. Once a month, they would fill that place up and Frank even started having some Dallas bands come in. "About 9 Times" was probably the most well known of that bunch. Frank would get drunk and get on stage and play with the bands...and they all loved it. I got to be good friends with Frank and his wife and worked there for a short time.

Don Harvey's drum kit, Scrappy's guitar, George Reiff's bass amp, Ian on keyboards. What a fucking band. I saw Scrappy Jud and Jeff Plankenhorn a little over a year ago. Just an incredibly fun show. Also, I was watching a Ray Wylie video one day and he set down a little case. On it was stenciled, George Reiffs Mic.

With Johnny Walker Read, Cuz @Steel Shank brought up one of the great lines, in the title.

It's funny that Mike Campbell mentions the '59 being the inspiration for "Mojo". On that final tour, they did this song with Mike playing a LP. The sound was so different, neither me or the girl I was with recognized it. I had to wait until I got home to pull out all of my petty and find the song. It sounded like a lost Led Zeppelin song when they played it. I assume he was playing the Les Paul on the album, but live????? Holy fuck, what a great arena rock song.

I LOVE how no one is showing what song/songwriter/artist it is and you recognize most of them on sight. Carry on.

And on "There Stands The Glass". My favorite version is by Ted Hawkins.

Hello walls,How'd things go for you today?Don't you miss herSince she up and walked away? And probably not Honky Tonk, but cuts to the fucking point. Honey, don't you be yelling at me when I'm cleaning my gun

There ain't gonna be no radial tiresTurnin' down the streets of gold

Yep. He just posted a great tribute to Augie Myers. Really cool.

And @Clintonaldo. Congrats on the new kid.

Baboso and I have had MANY a Big Boy Coke together over the years. 75/25 may be generous, depending on how well our bartender was trained. (Don't you hate having to retrain bartenders when your favorite gets fired.) In fact, he was vital in helping me do many things..... giving me a place to crash when I couldn't deal with my shit, make my wife bail my ass out of jail and helping find the treatment center I ended up at. I too find myself mixing a new kind of cocktail when my wife gets on my ass. Usually a Red Rocks ginger ale with lime and grenadine. I mix it in my pint glass like I used to my Big Boy Cokes (BBC?). It is spicy as fuck so it is kind of like a stiff BBC (hehe). Sometimes, depending on her behavior and attitude, I may have to drink 3 of them.

I'm going to go find one to test drive so I can compare to that Gretsch. After seeing the video, I really like the green one. Sent from my Pixel 3 using Tapatalk

I've been picking this one up and putting it back for a few months now. I had kind of always avoided Epis until I bought that 339 last year and I absolutely love it. https://www.gretschguitars.com/gear/build/hollow-body/g5420t-electromatic-hollow-body-single-cut-with-bigsby/2506011553

hehe.

This is the song Todd wrote after Eddy died. At Billy Joe's birthday day, Todd played it.