... in which we take our cue from comments to our previous post.
Heh. In that same vein, daughter-in-law Erma was in P-Ville this weekend and she dropped over last evening to tip a few beers and fix the world, in general. Part o' the fixin' that was required was the inevitable post-mortem concerning our debacle of a trip to ABQ in the recent past. In so doing it came to pass I was informed that The Second Mrs. Pennington is a wino now, having left behind her prodigious thirst for beer in favor o' the grape. We're not talkin' out o' school here, but I have it on good authority that Erm and Paula stayed up fixin' the world until 0330 hrs the night after I left. I always miss the best bits...
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Artsy-fartsy... We went lookin' for a simple black Cadillac tee-shirt earlier today and were right disappointed in the paucity of selections in that space, what with there bein' sumthin' like elebenty-hundred tee shirts depicting Corvettes, Camaros, and Mustangs, yet only about six o' the Cadillac variety, almost all of which I wouldn't be caught dead wearing. Now I understand that Cadillac owners don't usually fall into the tee-shirt demographic, bein' more of the "blue blazer" type o' folks. Still and even, you'd think there would be ONE tasteful design for us déclassé Caddy types. But... noooo.
So we got to thinkin' "Cafe Press," wherein we'd design our very own tee shirt... in black, of course. And we took some pics (14, to be exact) for our prospective tee:
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I am surprised that a beer person would suddenly shift to fruit. This could mean her liver is finally conking-out. The higher octane making its way around all the cirrhosified parts. I drink a lot of Merlot, but I can't stand a Merlot hangover...
ReplyDeleteThis could mean her liver is finally conking-out.
DeleteNah. She's as healthy as a horse. I think the wine-drinking is more in keeping with her new-found liberal-lefty-academic persona. Is what **I** think, even though I've been told NOT to do that.
Oh dear... Yes, keep an eye out for the pinky-finger to stick out while waxing philo-however you spell it...
DeleteI go with the middle one.
ReplyDeleteThank ya, sir!
DeleteWhenever anyone mentions wine I almost automatically think of my introduction to red wine. That's what it said on the label, Red Mountain red wine. It was $1.49/Gal. or 49 cents a fifth. Good ol' Carlo Rossi provided the liquid refreshment for the football games at Shipwreck Beach just north of Half Moon Bay.
ReplyDeleteThat's the stuff (Red Mountain)! But I remember it bein' cheaper than that. But memory ain't what it used to be.
DeleteYeah, No. 3. The clouds, man, the clouds...
ReplyDelete(I guess having your head up in the clouds is better than having it up your arse, right, Buck? :) )
I'm glad ya agree, Virgil.
DeletePS: I went to LSU with Jerry Lee's cousin Hony Lee Lewis (pronounced Hone-ee) from St. Joseph, La. right next to the Miss R--a TOTAL wild man and one of those naturally FUNNY as hell w.o. even trying people whose even casual conversation bespoke of a totally warped mind. He roomed with a guy named Jeff James from nearby Ferriday, La (Home of Jerry Lee) who was as wild as Hony. What a pair! Quick Story:
ReplyDeleteRemembering that before this child of the Prairie State went to LSU in fall, "62 I had never even HEARD of James Brown let alone listened to him. In those days before he made it big he played the white college circuit for money but also played for all-black audiences to keep it real. One place was a place across the Miss R. from LSU in W. Baton Rouge Parish on old Hwy 90 called the Streamliner--an old WWII Blimp hanger converted to a stage/auditorium/nightclub. One Fri night in the fall Jeff, Hony and I were out w.o. dates drunk on gin late night "crusin' " after we had taken our dates back to the dorm (they locked the wimmins up in those days) and the bars had closed in B.R at midnight so everyone headed across the river where there was no limit. We hit the famed Carousel Lounge first, then headed down the road but hitting a roadblock with a State Trooper directing traffic into this huge lot by the side of the road next to this huge building where we could hear raucous music and--I SWEAR--we could see the sides of the building vibrating! Jeff pulled up to the Trooper (nobody have a damn about drinking & driving in those days) and said; "What's going on?" The Trooper replied; "James Brown's inside, playing for his people. Jeff replied; "Great! We're headed in!"
"Don't do it," the Trooper warned, "You'll never get out alive." (3 white college kids in among several hundred drunken blacks in 1962?) Natch, we pulled in anyway and went inside, the only whites there. The place was rockin' with the crowd screaming and a young JB working out (w. his back-up group The Famous Flames) doing his second set. TOTALLY drunk we sauntered down the aisle to the front right at the stage. Luckily the biggest black guy in the house took pity on us, motioned to us and said: "You boys better come stand next to me." We survived. AND WHAT A SHOW!!! He ended with his signature finale where they have to pull him away from the mike, but he keeps running back to sing more, so they forcibly grab him, strap him onto a gurney and wheel him away while he's still singing, kicking and screaming. OUT OF HAND!! WHAT an experience!! The proverbial "once in a lifetime." And what an introduction to the South!!
He ended with his signature finale...
DeleteThat would be "Please, Please, Please"... one of the GREATEST acts in all o' showbiz, be it music, film, or stage. I never saw the young JB (he sez, green with it), but I "found" him on black radio when the Ol' Man was stationed in DeeSee in '58 - '60. And in Atlanta, too, when I spent the summers there with my grandmothers. Him and Brother Ray, BB, and all them old jazz and blues dudes.
You were fortunate indeed to have the experience, Virgil. FWIW, I knew white boys from the south in that era who claimed to go to black clubs with no problems.
This story sounds like something out of "Animal House."
DeleteVirgil IS an animal, Lou. Finest kind.
DeleteYou need the obligatory Dead sticker for your Caddy. That would make the t-shirt, fo' sho'!
ReplyDeleteOtherwise, I recommend a Motorhead shirt. Just because.
You have NO ideer how many times I've looked at Dead stickers, Darryl. NO ideer!
DeleteIt will HAVE to be the "Steal Your Face" cover.
DeleteOr a Motorhead 'Warpig' Sticker. I would go for the Ramone things, just to be different.
DEFINITELY "Steal Your Face."
DeleteI like the third one; puts me in mind of a classic 60s song:
ReplyDeleteIt's clouds illusions I recall
I really don't know clouds at all
Which is right up your alley, Buck - being the Joni fan you are. Seems fitting.
Big fan. I actually have a "WWJ(oni)D" bumper sticker, a gift from a friend of like mind.
DeleteI like the middle.
ReplyDeleteAiiieee. Now it's 2-2.
DeletePPS: Buck, I ALSO had the pleasure of catching Otis Redding and Bobby Blue Bland back to back one Friday and Sat night in June, 1965 in a little dive on Washington St in B.R. It was totally a fraternity crowd of about 200--the perfect setting (beer was 99 cents/pitcher and was $2.50/head for cover)To show you what a consumate professional Otis was, somebody kicked the power cord unpluged and while they were fixing the sound system Otis sang 3 songs WITHOUT a PA system, belting them out at the top of his lungs, then RE-SANG them once the sound was back on for those in the back who couldn't hear. It's ther rare performer today that is that dedicated to his audience--however small.
ReplyDeleteYou had a charmed youth, Virgil.
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