Monday, May 29, 2017
How is it you go to bed feeling so healthy and good and wake up feeling like you need a doctor?
I was in bands as a kid and again as "an adult." The one here was quite "successful," though as a kid I played in a band on television which impressed the hell out of my parents. Well, not really. I mean they never acted like it much. It was a quiet generation and there wasn't a whole lot of praising going on. But the band above did O.K. We regularly played in large clubs to crowds in the thousands. We played music festivals, too, once to a crowd in excess of ten thousand.
Last night, the drummer sent me this picture. Jesus Christ--we look like the Village People.
We were "anarchists." We wrote a lot of the songs we played. They were all socio-political. My favorites, though, were the odd covers we did like "Secret Agent Man." We sounded like a cross between The Animals and The Ramones. I think.
The past is always coming back to haunt you, I guess.
It is Memorial Day which means I'll grill burgers and hot dogs for my mother and Ili. That makes two family days in a row. I made a fish stew for my mother last night.
And now I have to go. Someone in the house is grumpy and wants to get our exercise thing out of the way, over and done. I feel like shit and would rather not, but the world is coming to a rapid end and I want to look good when it does.
Posted by cafe selavy at 8:37 AM
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