I don't think bro. @Stumbo was asking about a 2nd female band member, Ken. Think, Ken think! After the gigs... what happened after the gigs!?!?!
I think that's where his reference to 17 wives came from.

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I don't think bro. @Stumbo was asking about a 2nd female band member, Ken. Think, Ken think! After the gigs... what happened after the gigs!?!?!

Very cool!No 2nd ladies...most of East and central Texas, some to Safford and Winslow, Arizona..othe ventures I’d been involved with as a one off gig took me to Oklahoma, Little Rock, Albuquerque, El Paso, most places in between..
All age 17-19.. kinda cool
We were so happy as a ZZ-Top style trio in the early 80's. Played all over the NW -- Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Northern California, all the way to Denver and North and South Dakota. Then the Go-Go's and Pat Benatar hit. Agent called us in the office and said, 'boys, it's getting harder to book a trio. You guys need to get a girl singer." We were so P-O'ed. Well, we held auditions and went through nearly a dozen women. All attitudes-- conditions. We had one more female musician to audition. She said she sing and play guitar. We weren't expecting anything and were ready to look for a different agent. But we set up a jam session.
We were waiting at the rehearsal studio downtown Seattle, yawn. She was late. Surprise surprise. Well, a Plymouth Duster pulled up, and out came a beautiful blonde. T-shirt, black leather jacket, cowboy boots. She brought her gear into the hall. Gibson Les Paul and a Marshall 212 combo! Rock and Roll! She knew all her parts, could play her Les Paul like Malcolm Young in AC/DC. When we travelled, she could cuss with the best of them. Burp. Got drunk with us. But no funny stuff. She was a class act. She had been the perfect answer to a prayer. A real musician who could sing-- and fulfil the new 'need a girl' requirement. We travelled all over the country with her and she was one of the guys. And onstage she could solo, and dress very nice. Those were the best times for years. Wish I was back there again. I thought we would never stop and never grow old. ....
We had a girl drummer at a time when females were mostly relegated to being go-go dancers. One day she took acid in class. The school called the cops. We never saw her again. Several friends died that year. I don’t know which was worse, the revages of drugs or vietnam.
We were so happy as a ZZ-Top style trio in the early 80's. Played all over the NW -- Washington, Oregon, Idaho, Utah, Northern California, all the way to Denver and North and South Dakota. Then the Go-Go's and Pat Benatar hit. Agent called us in the office and said, 'boys, it's getting harder to book a trio. You guys need to get a girl singer." We were so P-O'ed. Well, we held auditions and went through nearly a dozen women. All attitudes-- conditions. We had one more female musician to audition. She said she sing and play guitar. We weren't expecting anything and were ready to look for a different agent. But we set up a jam session.
We were waiting at the rehearsal studio downtown Seattle, yawn. She was late. Surprise surprise. Well, a Plymouth Duster pulled up, and out came a beautiful blonde. T-shirt, black leather jacket, cowboy boots. She brought her gear into the hall. Gibson Les Paul and a Marshall 212 combo! Rock and Roll! She knew all her parts, could play her Les Paul like Malcolm Young in AC/DC. When we travelled, she could cuss with the best of them. Burp. Got drunk with us. But no funny stuff. She was a class act. She had been the perfect answer to a prayer. A real musician who could sing-- and fulfil the new 'need a girl' requirement. We travelled all over the country with her and she was one of the guys. And onstage she could solo, and dress very nice. Those were the best times for years. Wish I was back there again. I thought we would never stop and never grow old. ...
"Nasty Minds." No kidding. Based out of Seattle Wa. I might have a band pic somewhere if I find it, I'll post it. It'll give everyone a laugh....Great story, what was the bands name?
Sadly, I think you are correct. Messy, nasty war. I believe it didn't produce drug addicts as much as escape addicts. Those hero's came home not addicted to a particular substance; they were/are addicted to escape by chemical means. Now that they are no longer getting spit at by ******** without a clue, I see these war hero's out and about several times every week. I honk of my wife because I drop what I'm doing, stalk the guy down, and demand a handshake. Sometimes we end up teary eyed. Sometimes we hug and cry a bit together. I always remember the man's first name, which is Sir.Perhaps there was a connection between the two that was not made until many years later (if admitted to at least)?
In all honestly I never fully understood the war in Vietnam because our leaders didn't have a strategy to win, or even a definition of winning IMO. However, the part that truly mystified me was why we literally abandoned the patriots who served when their country called and why we seemed so comfortable disrespecting the uniform and the flag during those times. I can see anger with government leadership that sent people off to a war that wasn't popular, but I can't see having anything but gratitude for those who proudly wore the cloth of our nation and earned better treatment than we gave them.Sadly, I think you are correct. Messy, nasty war. I believe it didn't produce drug addicts as much as escape addicts. Those hero's came home not addicted to a particular substance; they were/are addicted to escape by chemical means. Now that they are no longer getting spit at by ******** without a clue, I see these war hero's out and about several times every week. I honk of my wife because I drop what I'm doing, stalk the guy down, and demand a handshake. Sometimes we end up teary eyed. Sometimes we hug and cry a bit together. I always remember the man's first name, which is Sir.
I drop what I'm doing, stalk the guy down, and demand a handshake. Sometimes we end up teary eyed. Sometimes we hug and cry a bit together. I always remember the man's first name, which is Sir.
I struggle to make up in other waysAt the risk of being taken the wrong way I think you seem to be having trouble living up to your screen name - may good be upon you.
Maurie.
Naval aviation guys talk tough because there's no place for second best in that profession, but when no one is looking they have hearts of gold....at least that's my experience in my 40 years in that world. I'm 100% confident that brother Jon earned his current call sign for something other than who he is when the chips are down.I struggle to make up in other ways![]()
Wow. That's one hell of a compliment, Al. Especially so coming from such an amazing engineer as yourself.Naval aviation guys talk tough because there's no place for second best in that profession, but when no one is looking they have hearts of gold....at least that's my experience in my 40 years in that world. I'm 100% confident that brother Jon earned his current call sign for something other than who he is when the chips are down.
Oh! Don't get him going!!At the risk of being taken the wrong way I think you seem to be having trouble living up to your screen name - may good be upon you.
Maurie.
I feel a lotta love in the room right now!![]()