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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 27, 2023 20:30:08 GMT -5
While I'm thinking of it Clipper -- another great radio raconteur from back in the glory days was Dick Summers who did overnights at WBZ in Boston. Selling his mail-order Venus Fly Traps. Remember Big Wilson from WNBC before it became WFAN? How about "The Milkman's Matinee" on WNEW? "Monitor" on the weekends on the NBC network? Them was the days.
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 27, 2023 20:47:01 GMT -5
Rizz, I'm impressed that you would go through the trouble to look that up. That song was recorded in 1966, so while you may have been alive I doubt you were listening to the radio. It's the only song of his that got any air time as far as I know. He was a friend of that chronicler of degenerate life Charles Bukowski, who used him as a model for one of his characters. It is interesting to me that Bukowski may be more popular now than he was before his death, especially with Generation Z. The nihilistic, alcoholic, underground poet also inspired the likes of Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which makes sense as they were/are essentially a punkish Los Angeles band. Perhaps Bukowski was looking for or waiting to see the ugly side of Bob Lind? One of my friends in college was a manic-depressive alcoholic, with a wonderfully crude sense of humor and innate charm who believed everyone was a degenerate liar and unresolved criminal inside. With glee, he could not wait for an attempt to corrupt the innocent and the outwardly incorruptible, or expose the hypocritical. It's strange that I was the only friend he never stole from or betrayed. He could never handle being nice or considerate for very long, but he was always decent to me. Nearly ten years ago in Connecticut, he killed his wife and then himself in what could only have been a murder-suicide born out of emotional rage/betrayal. Tragically, he left behind two young children who will likely never know the side I saw of him as a friend and long-time roommate/housemate. Apologies for ending on a somber note. Damn Bukowski. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 27, 2023 21:10:18 GMT -5
Rizz, I'm impressed that you would go through the trouble to look that up. That song was recorded in 1966, so while you may have been alive I doubt you were listening to the radio. It's the only song of his that got any air time as far as I know. He was a friend of that chronicler of degenerate life Charles Bukowski, who used him as a model for one of his characters. It is interesting to me that Bukowski may be more popular now than he was before his death, especially with Generation Z. The nihilistic, alcoholic, underground poet also inspired the likes of Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which makes sense as they were/are essentially a punkish Los Angeles band. Perhaps Bukowski was looking for or waiting to see the ugly side of Bob Lind? One of my friends in college was a manic-depressive alcoholic, with a wonderfully crude sense of humor and innate charm who believed everyone was a degenerate liar and unresolved criminal inside. With glee, he could not wait for an attempt to corrupt the innocent and the outwardly incorruptible, or expose the hypocritical. It's strange that I was the only friend he never stole from or betrayed. He could never handle being nice or considerate for very long, but he was always decent to me. Nearly ten years ago in Connecticut, he killed his wife and then himself in what could only have been a murder-suicide born out of emotional rage/betrayal. Tragically, he left behind two young children who will likely never know the side I saw of him as a friend and long-time roommate/housemate. Apologies for ending on a somber note. Damn Bukowski. Wow, somber for sure. You've had your share of vivid relationships with people in turmoil. Must be the litterateur in you. The closest I've ever come to tragedy was when I was eleven years old and my pet hamster died while I was in the hospital with appendicitis. Okay, just being ridiculous there, but eff Bukowski anyway. Actually Bob Lind had himself become addled by drugs and drinking when he knew Bukowski. Otherwise I don't think Charles would have crossed paths with him. |
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 27, 2023 21:18:52 GMT -5
It is interesting to me that Bukowski may be more popular now than he was before his death, especially with Generation Z. The nihilistic, alcoholic, underground poet also inspired the likes of Anthony Kiedis of the Red Hot Chili Peppers, which makes sense as they were/are essentially a punkish Los Angeles band. Perhaps Bukowski was looking for or waiting to see the ugly side of Bob Lind? One of my friends in college was a manic-depressive alcoholic, with a wonderfully crude sense of humor and innate charm who believed everyone was a degenerate liar and unresolved criminal inside. With glee, he could not wait for an attempt to corrupt the innocent and the outwardly incorruptible, or expose the hypocritical. It's strange that I was the only friend he never stole from or betrayed. He could never handle being nice or considerate for very long, but he was always decent to me. Nearly ten years ago in Connecticut, he killed his wife and then himself in what could only have been a murder-suicide born out of emotional rage/betrayal. Tragically, he left behind two young children who will likely never know the side I saw of him as a friend and long-time roommate/housemate. Apologies for ending on a somber note. Damn Bukowski. Wow, somber for sure. You've had your share of vivid relationships with people in turmoil. Must be the litterateur in you. The closest I've ever come to tragedy was when I was eleven years old and my pet hamster died while I was in the hospital with appendicitis. Okay, just being ridiculous there, but eff Bukowski anyway. Actually Bob Lind had himself become addled by drugs and drinking when he knew Bukowski. Otherwise I don't think Charles would have crossed paths with him. Sarah, like Elly May Clampett, grew up with all manner of pets, including cats, dogs, horses, rabbits, and, yes, hamsters. Since hamsters only live two to three years, it was bound to happen. For Sarah, the best way to get over the death of a pet was to immediately get another one. I must say that I see the wisdom in that now as I have aged - it used to take me years to grieve the loss of a pet. Of course, in south Louisiana, most people from where I'm from would have been trying to figure out the best method for cooking a hamster.  |
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Post by inger on Dec 27, 2023 23:13:18 GMT -5
Only about 15 months. It was a fast love affair, too. Neither my wife nor I want to ever leave here. The reasonably hot summer days, usually under 90, the cool summer nights. The winters are cold, but we don’t mind that… So...were you in Pueblo before moving to Alamosa? As I've mentioned, I lived in Colorado (Metro Denver) for 30 years before retiring to AZ. Frankly, done with winter, and I have health issues that make living at elevation challenging. I moved there in '77, and you're absolutely right re the transformation, for better or worse, from then. Denver went from "cow town" to a real metropolis including everything good & bad that comes with that. Most of the Front Range is developed from Fort Collins to Colorado Springs...creeping toward Pueblo. |
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Post by inger on Dec 27, 2023 23:16:10 GMT -5
Only about 15 months. It was a fast love affair, too. Neither my wife nor I want to ever leave here. The reasonably hot summer days, usually under 90, the cool summer nights. The winters are cold, but we don’t mind that… So...were you in Pueblo before moving to Alamosa? As I've mentioned, I lived in Colorado (Metro Denver) for 30 years before retiring to AZ. Frankly, done with winter, and I have health issues that make living at elevation challenging. I moved there in '77, and you're absolutely right re the transformation, for better or worse, from then. Denver went from "cow town" to a real metropolis including everything good & bad that comes with that. Most of the Front Range is developed from Fort Collins to Colorado Springs...creeping toward Pueblo. 5.5 years in PW. Too hot. We’re the opposite of you, heat haters. I had started a much longer and detailed reply but it suddenly went into the ether. No fear. I’m sure we’ll talk more, my new friend… |
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Post by 1955nyyfan on Dec 28, 2023 12:14:06 GMT -5
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Post by inger on Dec 28, 2023 14:34:25 GMT -5
I recall that one of my brothers who is 8 years older than I and still among the living came home one day singing this. When my even older (12 years) brother, no longer living asked him aboit he claimed he had made the song up. He said the words just came to him out of the blue. Eldest brother was very impressed until he heard the song on the radio a week or so later… 😂 |
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 28, 2023 14:52:35 GMT -5
Thanks for sharing that, I'd never heard it before. Check out this song (1975), starts at 40 seconds in: I wish you a hopeful Christmas I wish you a brave New Year All anguish, pain, and sadness Leave your heart and let your road be clear They said there'd be snow at Christmas They said there'd be peace on Earth Hallelujah, Noël, be it Heaven or Hell The Christmas we get, we deserve |
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Post by Max on Dec 28, 2023 15:01:07 GMT -5
My favorite Christmas video is Christmas Canon Rock by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
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Post by rizzuto on Dec 28, 2023 15:13:34 GMT -5
My favorite Christmas video is Christmas Canon Rock by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. When my wife was alive, this album, "An Oscar Peterson Christmas," was the first thing I would play on Christmas day while I began cooking the Yuletide Feast for family and friends. It's not Christmas to me without the Oscar Peterson trio keeping me company while I peeled, chopped, poured, seasoned, stirred, simmered, sautéed, blanched, roasted, braised, and baked. I miss those days. |
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Post by fwclipper51 on Dec 28, 2023 15:38:39 GMT -5
While I'm thinking of it Clipper -- another great radio raconteur from back in the glory days was Dick Summers who did overnights at WBZ in Boston. Selling his mail-order Venus Fly Traps. Remember Big Wilson from WNBC before it became WFAN? How about "The Milkman's Matinee" on WNEW? "Monitor" on the weekends on the NBC network? Them was the days. My parents were big fans of WNEW-AM, listening to William B. Williams, then Martin Blocks show the weekend. I do remember Dick Summers from WNEW and WNBC in NYC. I remember Saturday mornings listening to Paul Winchtell Show on WNBC. Clipper |
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 28, 2023 20:39:10 GMT -5
I never saw that one before, 55. I'll bet Bob never foresaw doing things like that back when he was writing "The Times They Are A'Changin'" or "A Hard Rain's Gonna Fall." |
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 28, 2023 21:03:11 GMT -5
My favorite Christmas video is Christmas Canon Rock by the Trans-Siberian Orchestra. When my wife was alive, this album, "An Oscar Peterson Christmas," was the first thing I would play on Christmas day while I began cooking the Yuletide Feast for family and friends. It's not Christmas to me without the Oscar Peterson trio keeping me company while I peeled, chopped, poured, seasoned, stirred, simmered, sautéed, blanched, roasted, braised, and baked. I miss those days. Well you have refined taste in jazz pianists, Rizz. Oscar Peterson was brilliant. We saw him perform at The Helms Jazz Bakery in LA in the mid-90s with his sometimes collaborator the equally talented vibraphonist Milt Jackson. He was still recovering from a stroke and people who know a lot more about jazz than I ever will said he was only operating at about 75 percent, but he could have fooled me. The sheer force of his personality overcame whatever physical constraints he was battling. I don't think jazz has been much discussed on this thread, and I'm not sure how many people follow it, but Peterson churned out so many great albums, especially some of his live recordings where you can catch more of the energy of his playing. He also did a great one with his trio (him, guitarist Joe Pass and Danish bassist NVO Pedersen) playing with another all-time great saxophonist Stan Getz. He did one with just himself and Milt Jackson, and at least one of just him going solo. I wish I had been smart enough to start going to jazz performances when I was younger. Thelonious Monk will always be my favorite jazz pianist, and I started buying his records in my twenties, but I never saw him in person, just as I never saw Coltrane or Dizzy Gillespie or even Miles Davis in person. Among the great pianists my wife and I did see were McCoy Tyner, Dave Brubeck, Horace Silver, Herbie Hancock, Chick Correa, Hank Jones and Ahmad Jamal. Each were just overwhelming to experience. LA had a great jazz scene, and at least back then had the best jazz station in the US, KLON in Long Beach, which ran an annual jazz caravan where a bus took us around to four or five venues each night for a week. But New York is just so far and away the place for jazz. The top performers, the most atmospheric venues. And jazz musicians are so accessible, and have such a personal rapport with the audience. Thanks for bringing up Oscar Peterson, it's got me thinking about that wonderful music again. |
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Post by pippsheadache on Dec 28, 2023 21:13:38 GMT -5
While I'm thinking of it Clipper -- another great radio raconteur from back in the glory days was Dick Summers who did overnights at WBZ in Boston. Selling his mail-order Venus Fly Traps. Remember Big Wilson from WNBC before it became WFAN? How about "The Milkman's Matinee" on WNEW? "Monitor" on the weekends on the NBC network? Them was the days. My parents were big fans of WNEW-AM, listening to William B. Williams, then Martin Blocks show the weekend. I do remember Dick Summers from WNEW and WNBC in NYC. I remember Saturday mornings listening to Paul Winchtell Show on WNBC. Clipper Hah, Paul Winchell. With Jerry Mahoney and Knucklehead Smiff. Good one. I'll bet you remember B. Mitchel Reed of the WMCA Good Guys. Jack Spector ("look out street, here I come" when his shift ended) and Dandy Dan Daniel and Gary Stevens, the night guy who I mostly heard. But MCA had a weak signal, so the weather had to be just right to pull them in. By that time I had a big old Hallicrafters set with some serious juice, and running antenna wires out my window and up into the trees for better reception. |
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