Thunderbird Club

[Chucky Stiletti]

The heavy metal conversation led me to thinking of this. It isn’t Heavy Metal I don’t think, but maybe a little heavier than you would think by the title.

Eleanor Rigby by The Zoot from about 1970. So not before the Iron B either.
Three Zoot members spent a bit of time in the US after they finished up The Zoot. Rick Springfield, Beeb Birtles and Daryl Cotton.

Hope you like, I’d be interested in comments on the genre you think this lands in.

To me, hard rock, kinda Scorpiony..

 

[Chucky Stiletti]

Hey Charger !

BTW there is an Oscar winner in this




Edit: Chrysler Valiant Charger - Wikipedia

looks like a Maverick..

 

[GonePlaid]

There's one band I'd really like to catch live and every time they're anywhere close, I either have a gig or family obligations. And no one else in the family is interested in seeing them. "Here Come The Mummies". Horn rock and insanity combined.

 

[Count Bassie]

That will be a great show in a great venue. I saw the Dead Kennedys there in about 1981, with seven or eight other punk bands of varying degrees of competence. It was a complete non sequitor to have that show in that room, but it sure was fun. I hate to think what kinds of disinfectants they would use on all the spilled blood if that show happened now. The whole place turned into a mosh pit, and it's a miracle if none of the stage divers incurred permanent injury.

Need a "Love" button here.

 

[JJR58]

Need a "Love" button here.

Mmmmmmmmmmm, i'll just leave this one as a Ehem.

 

[Gaolee]

Need a "Love" button here.

That was probably the craziest show I ever saw, and that includes an evening that involved Sonny Rollins and King Crimson at different venues. One of the bands that led off before DK was a band that was all really tough looking punked out women in fatigues backing a skinny guy who must have been pretty close to seven feet tall. They would crank up and thrash away while he would yell "aggravation" into the microphone multiple times and then fall over. They would stop, he would stand up, and say "hey, man, can you turn down the lights, man. It's hurting my eyes, man." And then take off a piece of clothing. The band would crank up again, and the whole routine repeated. They were done when he was down to nothing but a pair of sheer pink panty hose and nothing else. To call it nuts was an understatement, and it wasn't much more nuts than any other part of that show. Of course the Kennedys blew out the walls. Jello Biafra must have had a really long cord for his mic, because he would flop into the audience and get passed around on top before the audience passed him back to the stage. The speaker stacks looked like they were about two stories tall, and there were crazed punks who climbed them. I don't think anybody made it to the top before falling off into the audience, but I don't remember now. I do remember thinking, even as an irresponsible young person, that it was a dumb idea. The security guys chased stage divers all over the place and threw them off the stage, which was the whole point. They also were yanking people off the speaker towers on a regular basis. It all became part of the show. As far as I know, there were no injuries beyond some pretty good cuts and bruises. I saw a few black eyes that were on their way to swelling shut. I had a few of those over the years, and they are hardly worth writing home about.

There's joy in weirdness and exuberance. I would go to a show like that and dive right in, even now. Dweezil is a different kind of wildness, and I would enjoy that very much, too. Zappa style virtuosity in the service of musical experiments is just a different kind of exuberance.

 

[JJR58]

That was probably the craziest show I ever saw, and that includes an evening that involved Sonny Rollins and King Crimson at different venues. One of the bands that led off before DK was a band that was all really tough looking punked out women in fatigues backing a skinny guy who must have been pretty close to seven feet tall. They would crank up and thrash away while he would yell "aggravation" into the microphone multiple times and then fall over. They would stop, he would stand up, and say "hey, man, can you turn down the lights, man. It's hurting my eyes, man." And then take off a piece of clothing. The band would crank up again, and the whole routine repeated. They were done when he was down to nothing but a pair of sheer pink panty hose and nothing else. To call it nuts was an understatement, and it wasn't much more nuts than any other part of that show. Of course the Kennedys blew out the walls. Jello Biafra must have had a really long cord for his mic, because he would flop into the audience and get passed around on top before the audience passed him back to the stage. The speaker stacks looked like they were about two stories tall, and there were crazed punks who climbed them. I don't think anybody made it to the top before falling off into the audience, but I don't remember now. I do remember thinking, even as an irresponsible young person, that it was a dumb idea. The security guys chased stage divers all over the place and threw them off the stage, which was the whole point. They also were yanking people off the speaker towers on a regular basis. It all became part of the show. As far as I know, there were no injuries beyond some pretty good cuts and bruises. I saw a few black eyes that were on their way to swelling shut. I had a few of those over the years, and they are hardly worth writing home about.

There's joy in weirdness and exuberance. I would go to a show like that and dive right in, even now. Dweezil is a different kind of wildness, and I would enjoy that very much, too. Zappa style virtuosity in the service of musical experiments is just a different kind of exuberance.

And i thought the chance of my mom taking my brother and I to WoodStock was scary. So pales in comparison to that show. Sorta.

 

[bylar13]

Wish I had the funds for this:

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[Gaolee]

And i thought the chance of my mom taking my brother and I to WoodStock was scary. So pales in comparison to that show. Sorta.

The whole punk thing was spectacularly self-destructive, but it sure was fun.

 

[JJR58]

The whole punk thing was spectacularly self-destructive, but it sure was fun.

Reminds me of all the late, after hours underground clubs i used to jaunt back in the late 70's early 80's.

 

[GonePlaid]

Wish I had the funds for this:

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Awful lot of $ for something in That condition(no ser #?)

 

[GonePlaid]

The whole punk thing was spectacularly self-destructive, but it sure was fun.

I'll take yer word for it. Getting busted up ain't my idea of 'fun'.

 

[Gaolee]

I'll take yer word for it. Getting busted up ain't my idea of 'fun'.

Obviously, you are smarter than I am, and there's plenty of proof that lots of people qualify as smarter than I am in the same way. I played football for 13 years in spite of being little, slow, and weak. I also played rugby for 8 years, spring and fall. Get hit in the head often enough and you start to like it. That's not currently recommended by the surgeon general, however.

 

[GonePlaid]

Obviously, you are smarter than I am, and there's plenty of proof that lots of people qualify as smarter than I am in the same way. I played football for 13 years in spite of being little, slow, and weak. I also played rugby for 8 years, spring and fall. Get hit in the head often enough and you start to like it. That's not currently recommended by the surgeon general, however.

Smarter?? Prolly not. Cautious-er

 

[Dadagoboi]

Wish I had the funds for this:

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Mine used to look like that...unbroken, still has the serial # (05XX). Bought Xmas '64.

 

[JJR58]

Mine used to look like that...unbroken, still has the serial # (05XX). Bought Xmas '64.

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That's F'n bad@ss!!!

 

[MCF]

Found these pix(not mine)
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Mine was silver .............................. Mine was 'baby poo' brown

My 544 was the white.

 

[Engle]

That will be a great show in a great venue. I saw the Dead Kennedys there in about 1981, with seven or eight other punk bands of varying degrees of competence. It was a complete non sequitor to have that show in that room, but it sure was fun. I hate to think what kinds of disinfectants they would use on all the spilled blood if that show happened now. The whole place turned into a mosh pit, and it's a miracle if none of the stage divers incurred permanent injury.

Back in those days I got a chair to the back of my head at a DOA show. Fortunately it didn’t do any major damage except to my ego when I ran into Joey Shithead at a guitar store a few days later. He thought it was pretty funny!

 

[Engle]

Back in those days I got a chair to the back of my head at a DOA show. Fortunately it didn’t do any major damage except to my ego when I ran into Joe Keithley at a guitar store a few days later. He thought it was pretty funny!

 

[D.M.N.]

The first car I learned to drive in was our '62 Ford Thunderbird Sports Roadster, 390 V8, convertible, that is a hell of a car. Not ours, but same model year and color/trim (though ours isn't in quite as nice condition, but runs strong).

He was great as the Marquis de Sade and brilliant as Casanova Frankenstein.

LOVE Mystery Men.