Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[spiritbass]

Know the feeling. A visit to lower Manhattan feels to me the same as a tourist trek on the Kokoda Track might feel to others. Yeah it's a tourist destination now.

When I was in the Coast Guard, I lived on Governor's Island (off the tip of Manhattan) while I was going to school. I could lie back on my bunk and look out my window and view the twin towers. One of the most bizarre (up to that point) experiences was being in Manhattan at the end of the workday, surrounded by thousands of people, and not one would meet your eyes...

 

[Haroldo]

The Kinks catalog is a masterclass in basic songwriting and making a big sound.

I don't know how to bring it about, but the world really needs to be reminded of this again and again. The Kinks are very much my favorite of the British invaders.

 

[Passinwind]

I don't know how to bring it about, but the world really needs to be reminded of this again and again. The Kinks are very much my favorite of the British invaders.

Same here. They're also the only one I managed to see live.

 

[Haroldo]

Same here. They're also the only one I managed to see live.

Were there fisticuffs?

 

[Haroldo]

The Kinks catalog is a masterclass in basic songwriting and making a big sound.

PS Wasn't 'Dead End Street' one of the first music videos (as well as being a mighty, mighty tune)?

 

[Passinwind]

Were there fisticuffs?

Good chance, as the infamous bar around the corner from the venue (Capitol Theater in Port Chester) was always full of underage drinkers. IIRC The Kinks were not even the headliner. Just looked it up: Grand Funk Railroad, The Kinks, Mott The Hoople. Probably 5-6 bucks and a posted 1AM start, which was often more like 2:30 if the early (10PM) show ran long.

 

[Haroldo]

^^^^^^
2:30 am? Man, even as a wee one that'd be beddy-bye time for me (I could have made an exception for the Kinks, probably. The other folks not so much.)

I am reminded of hitch-hiking from the mid-west to Eugene, OR back in the day.... we were picked up by some Portland area bikies in a Chevy step van outside of Boise. They were taking a Harley of some ancient vintage back to McMinnville (I think) for repair. They were armed with a 1/2 gallon of acid-spiked sweet wine and exactly one 8 track tape, Grand Funk Railroad's red album. I emerged from that experience with a newfound appreciation for GFR.

 

[beans-on-toast]

PS Wasn't 'Dead End Street' one of the first music videos (as well as being a mighty, mighty tune)?

The film was made in late ‘66. I imagine that it was intended for the BBC. The Beatles and others were making films of songs at the time. The bands were just so busy, they didn’t have time to meet every request for an interview or performance. Even Ed Sullivan ran a Hello Goodbye film instead of a live performance by the Beatles.

Turns out, the BBC thought that the film was in bad taste.

 

[Passinwind]

^^^^^^
2:30 am? Man, even as a wee one that'd be beddy-bye time for me (I could have made an exception for the Kinks, probably. The other folks not so much.)

I caught a date on the first US Santana tour at the same venue, several months after Woodstock. The opener was John Lee Hooker, who came on around 3AM. The show let out right around 9:30, and we liked it that way. Yeah, that's the ticket...

I can kinda-sorta remember a few shows in NYC with 5AM start times. Wake up at 10PM in CT, midnight breakfast, go to the show. Back then you could actually get free on the street parking in The City if you rolled in after midnight.

 

[Haroldo]

I caught a date on the first US Santana tour at the same venue, several months after Woodstock. The opener was John Lee Hooker, who came on around 3AM. The show let out right around 9:30, and we liked it that way. Yeah, that's the ticket...

I can kinda-sorta remember a few shows in NYC with 5AM start times. Wake up at 10PM in CT, midnight breakfast, go to the show. Back then you could actually get free on the street parking in The City if you rolled in after midnight.

I'm beginning to think I was born old......

 

[LBS-bass]

I caught a date on the first US Santana tour at the same venue, several months after Woodstock. The opener was John Lee Hooker, who came on around 3AM. The show let out right around 9:30, and we liked it that way. Yeah, that's the ticket...

I can kinda-sorta remember a few shows in NYC with 5AM start times. Wake up at 10PM in CT, midnight breakfast, go to the show. Back then you could actually get free on the street parking in The City if you rolled in after midnight.

I remember those days. I used to drive up to NYC from DC with an act I was doing backup vocals for in the early '80's and we'd play a show in a big club then head out to the after-hours joint to play another show there. We wouldn't get back to the hotel until long after sunrise. Strange days, indeed!

 

[Passinwind]

I remember those days. I used to drive up to NYC from DC with an act I was doing backup vocals for in the early '80's and we'd play a show in a big club then head out to the after-hours joint to play another show there. We wouldn't get back to the hotel until long after sunrise. Strange days, indeed!

When I lived in Seattle in the 80s there was a breakfast club near my house that many musicians would go to after their gigs, either to hang out or to play another gig. The music was mostly killer funk and/or R&B, and the food was really good too. It had a very long run, over 30 years I think.

 

[Passinwind]

I'm beginning to think I was born old......

Nah, some of us are just born night owls. That worked greatly to my advantage as a sound dude in club venues, where pacing yourself is mission critical.

 

[LBS-bass]

When I lived in Seattle in the 80s there was a breakfast club near my house that many musicians would go to after their gigs, either to hang out or to play another gig. The music was mostly killer funk and/or R&B, and the food was really good too. It had a very long run, over 30 years I think.

For us in DC it was the Tastee Diner which, miraculously, still exists. Many a night was capped by a visit to the TD in the wee hours after all the gear was packed up and loaded. A good night's work was one that ended with a run to TD and still got me home in time to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle reruns at around sunrise.

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[Passinwind]

For us in DC it was the Tastee Diner which, miraculously, still exists. Many a night was capped by a visit to the TD in the wee hours after all the gear was packed up and loaded. A good night's work was one that ended with a run to TD and still got me home in time to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle reruns at around sunrise.

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Way cool. Southern CT was full of great Greek all night diners, which had plenty of entertainment value in their own right. And I'd still be watching Moose and Squirrel if someone would put them on-air.

 

[Haroldo]

When I lived in Seattle in the 80s there was a breakfast club near my house that many musicians would go to after their gigs, either to hang out or to play another gig. The music was mostly killer funk and/or R&B, and the food was really good too. It had a very long run, over 30 years I think.

I lived in Seattle, 'mongst other places in the NW, in the early '70s. Was this place alive and kicking then, do you know? What was the name?

 

[Passinwind]

I lived in Seattle, 'mongst other places in the NW, in the early '70s. Was this place alive and kicking then, do you know? What was the name?

It was, the Scarlet Tree on Roosevelt Way at NE 65th. So just a bit out of the U District. It opened in '64 according to my Google-Fu skills.

 

[Haroldo]

It was, the Scarlet Tree on Roosevelt Way at NE 65th. So just a bit out of the U District. It opened in '64 according to my Google-Fu skills.

And as long as I'm attempting to waltz down memory lane wrt Seattle, what was the name of the bikie bar on 99S in Fremont? But Euro bikes, primarily. The Rocking Horse, maybe? Did such a thing exist in the 80s?

ETA: Maybe Wallingford

Further ETA: The Buckaroo!! (It went so-long in 2010, I see.)

 

[GwenOnBass]

^^^^^^
2:30 am? Man, even as a wee one that'd be beddy-bye time for me (I could have made an exception for the Kinks, probably. The other folks not so much.)

I am reminded of hitch-hiking from the mid-west to Eugene, OR back in the day.... we were picked up by some Portland area bikies in a Chevy step van outside of Boise. They were taking a Harley of some ancient vintage back to McMinnville (I think) for repair. They were armed with a 1/2 gallon of acid-spiked sweet wine and exactly one 8 track tape, Grand Funk Railroad's red album. I emerged from that experience with a newfound appreciation for GFR.

There is a particular day this made me recall of when the wind came up as the sole crew member of a racing sloop. The day is similarly enhanced as you describe and there is GFR on the tape player.

(By the way a racing sloop has no head. <ahem> )

I remember those days. I used to drive up to NYC from DC with an act I was doing backup vocals for in the early '80's and we'd play a show in a big club then head out to the after-hours joint to play another show there. We wouldn't get back to the hotel until long after sunrise. Strange days, indeed!

Heard from a friend if you roll into your hotel room after sunrise, beer left in a sink of ice covered with the plastic bag from a hotel room trash bin will still be cold.

For us in DC it was the Tastee Diner which, miraculously, still exists. Many a night was capped by a visit to the TD in the wee hours after all the gear was packed up and loaded. A good night's work was one that ended with a run to TD and still got me home in time to watch Rocky and Bullwinkle reruns at around sunrise.

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There is a night in a Wienerwald with me, a French Swiss and a Parisian, and two Turks. Paul says, in distinct Swiss French, are you afraid your picture will be in the morning paper? Hilarity ensues.

Oh hey a new gelateria opened today!

 

[Haroldo]

There is a particular day this made me recall of when the wind came up as the sole crew member of a racing sloop. The day is similarly enhanced as you describe and there is GFR on the tape player.

(By the way a racing sloop has no head. <ahem> )



Heard from a friend if you roll into your hotel room after sunrise, beer left in a sink of ice covered with the plastic bag from a hotel room trash bin will still be cold.



There is a night in a Wienerwald with me, a French Swiss and a Parisian, and two Turks. Paul says, in distinct Swiss French, are you afraid your picture will be in the morning paper? Hilarity ensues.

Oh hey a new gelateria opened today!

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There is a particular day this made me recall of when the wind came up as the sole crew member of a racing sloop. The day is similarly enhanced as you describe and there is GFR on the tape player.

(By the way a racing sloop has no head. <ahem> )

Were there other folks on this sloop, Morrie? (Kinda rhymes with John B, eh?) My former wife was capable of using the road as her 'head' in a moving car. Most impressive, mama, sayeth J. Lennon. Be that as it may, I'm not sure if I would fondly remember that day, were I you, but I guess you had to be there.