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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

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Any who were around to hear Gimme Some Lovin' (in stereo!) when new also know how to use a card index at the library.

There are certain books kids look for. Figuring out how to find those books means navigating the library without asking a librarian.
 
And smart models never wear white bathing suits on a shoot. No more than anyone wears solid green on television ... And yet.

And yet there was a drag racing thing that made it to The Munsters. Herman and Grandpa went to the drag strip. Formula 1 racing peaked by the mid-50s. :rolleyes:


Every aging vampire researches the vagaries of mechanical fuel injection.....it's just something to pass the time. ;)
 
Every aging vampire researches the vagaries of mechanical fuel injection.....it's just something to pass the time. ;)

Have read tales of people who just fan hundred dollar bills (and prays it's enough) to pay the mechanic who keeps their V12 running.
 
Have read tales of people who just fan hundred dollar bills (and prays it's enough) to pay the mechanic who keeps their V12 running.

I saw someone today driving a white Porsche 718 Cayman GT4. Weather conditions were heavy snow/freezing rain, lots of salt, sand, and rocks down on the road and mixed in the foot high slush. They parked in front of the bakery, ran in, came out and drove to a deli that was next door. I don't think that the cared about the car and all the rocks that they threw onto the paint when the gunned it to drive ahead fifteen feet. It was more about people in the shops seeing them in their car. They'll just buy a new one in the spring.
 
Just when I wondered how both the surf craze and monsters craze co-exist on the same timeline. The whole monster / surf thing also had a secret agent component to it. Now I'm afraid to post images I shoot :laugh:

I like it - in addition to Munsters and Batman, work some Secret Agent Man into the Pipeline break!

Any who were around to hear Gimme Some Lovin' (in stereo!) when new also know how to use a card index at the library.

There are certain books kids look for. Figuring out how to find those books means navigating the library without asking a librarian.

Gimme Some Lovin' and I'm A Man are two of the hardest-rocking tunes ever recorded! They embody the words of the James Gang: "Made loud to be played loud."
 
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Steve Winwood was about that same age when he was with Spencer Davis.


Back in the early 60's, there was a large music shop in Birmingham, England called Yardleys. Charlie, the owner, ran the main store. My dad ran the guitar shop, which was a ratty little hole around the corner.

Yardleys was a common drop-in for musicians working in or passing through the midlands, and one of my dad's favourite visitors was Muff Winwood.

Dad was covering for the boss up at the main store one day, when Muff's little brother Stevie dropped in. Stevie was probably about 15 at the time.

There was an electric organ and a Leslie in the keyboard area, and he asked my dad if they could plug it in. While my dad was helping him set it up, Stevie explained that he'd always been curious about keyboards, and fancied trying one out.

Once they had it plugged in, Winwood began to tentatively pick out a few notes, obviously fumbling to figure out the pitch relationships between the white and black keys. After about 10 minutes, he began to falteringly pick out a few melodic phrases. Over the next while he gradually improved, until he was rocking out as though he'd been playing keys for years.

My dad was absolutely flabbergasted at how quickly this scrawny kid picked it up, and spent the next couple of weeks telling anybody who would listen about Muff's amazing little brother.

You can imagine my dad's embarrassment the next time Muff was in the store, and explained that his brother was something of a con artist. Apparently Stevie had been taking piano lessons for years at that point, and the whole thing was a charade that he liked to pull on unsuspecting salesmen...

After he got over the fact that he'd been so thoroughly conned by a teenager, my dad found the whole thing terrifically funny, and it became one of our favourite showbiz stories.
 
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