Ah, Sky Pilot. A favorite of mine. It was an anti-war offering, with a religious bent. I have that on several of my playlists, and not one mention of drugs.
Great one! "Sky-y-y-y Pilot - Sky-y-y Pilot. How high can you fly?"
That made me smile. No, it is just that I have been lobbying for White Rabbit to be declared the greatest for a few decades. And sometimes it is quite entertaining to send in a swarm of bees to the picnic just to see what happens.
I think I'll just let the wife call the painter she has used in the past, and pay him for a 1/2 day's work to do the decorate chimney
That sounds like a very good idea to me...
Now, just to get sorta into this for the heck of it...I throw out this crazy idea...
The last time I worked on my parent's chimney I rented a scissorlift for the day ( cost about $ 100 with delivery and pickup ).. that way you go up on a nice steady platform with lots of room for paint buckets, brushes and even sandwiches if you want !
Also, the last time I trimmed branches over-hanging parent's garage.. I rented a "snorkel lift " ( small reticulating man lift ) with a boom arm etc... which cost about $ 300 for day with delivery and pickup...I got the job done so fast I also did a neighbor's house ( had branches in back yard hanging over house roof )...
Most people wouldn't do this sort of thing but I used that stuff at work so often it was easy for me to do and knew how much faster I could get the jobs done, and way safer than ladders etc.
now, back to the " best rock and roll song ever "....
in biker bars that would be " magic carpet ride " steppenwolf ( also to do with flying )
>last time I worked on my parent's chimney I rented a scissorlift for the day
Won't work... this is a mostly decorative chimney, for a gas fireplace, so the chimney rises out of the "middle" of the roof... the painter must walk up the roof to paint
One of my Sturgis trips (I think 1996 but could have been 2006... LOTS of "adult beverage" consumed) John Kay performed at Buffalo Chip, doing all the old Steppenwolf classics
You've never heard Born to be Wild, until you hear it with 500+ Harley motorcycles roaring in the background
John T... yikes... 500 + motorcycles...wow....
that reminds of a story...
bunch of kinda nutty guys at Beach in Brooklyn at night on 4th of July...little campfires going on and some drinking etc...( despite the laws not to do that , it was a wild night ) ... with different "groups" kinda close to each other but not THAT close. So these guys had some bottle rockets and shot them off toward the campfire near them... they had gotten kinda crazy at that point...shooting rockets at people at a nearby campfire...
Next thing they know, there's these hells angels walking toward them in the dark from the other campfire...and everyone thinks, " Oh my Gawd, we're dead meat...we just shot rockets at the hell's angels ! "
So the hell's angels get up close and look at these guys who are shaking in their boots , and they say, " That was really cool... if you guys have any more rockets, shoot some more at us "
Go figure !
For whatever reason, your story reminded me of Euell Gibbsons. Remember those Grapenuts commercials?.. "Taste like wild hickory nuts".
Evidently Euell was a homeless natural food expert part of his life. One day he was collecting dandelions in someone's front yard. A lady saw him and invited him into her house. Euell thought at the time she was going fix him something to eat. Instead, she took him straight through to the back yard and told him there were far more dandelions in the back for him to eat.
When skiing the Back Bowls at Vail, when one of us got into the aspens, hit a "snow snake," and did a face-plant among the aspens, we referred to it as a Euell Gibbsons moment - eating the bark off the aspens... "tastes like wild hickory nuts!"
Bill, while you were eating grape nuts in the snow after a spill on the coolest mountain for skiing...bruce dern was saving our last forest in space..." silent running" and this became the best NON- rock song of the year....
Joan Baez 'Rejoice in the Sun' - Silent Running
peace love etc... and grape nuts of course
I have Silent Running, and have done a re-mix of the main themes from the soundtrack.
Unfortunately, the CD was a rather weak dub, and I need to set up my turntable, to rip that album. In the CD, it sounds like a bad MP3 (discussed here, and in other threads), with zero base (there is a an upright, string base in the original, that is totally missing), and then Joan's voice is heavily compressed. Bogus, but was the best that I could find then.
Gotta' work on the new "home theater" downstairs, and get all that vinyl out of my climate-controlled storage. Too much great material in there.
Down in your vault, are those vinyl’s 78’s or 33’s? You know, I haven’t seen a record in 15-20 years. Do they still make record players or do you have one of those also in storage? (Serious question)
In my garage I have a VCR player. I think I’m saving it so that in the future, they can decode and watch 20th century movies/TV shows. Maybe the player will be worth a fortune in 75 years. My kids can sell it then. I just don’t have any VCR tapes. (Beside “The Vikings” with Kirk Douglas, and “The Mountain” with Spencer Tracy – classics)
Do you have any recordings that Edison made, on the wax cylinders?
My immediate collection is 33.33 vinyl, with some half-speed masters, many foreign (German and Japanese) pressings, and maybe 2,000 albums. I do have many 78's in storage.
I have a lovely Denon turntable with a Souther arm, and a half-dozen cartridges.
Vinyl is having a resurgence, and "record stores" are opening around the world. I have plans for the lower "home theater," and plan on setting up the Denon again, on a concrete pedestal, with a milled SS plate atop that. I will need to add a turntable, that has 78 RPM, as the Denon does not. That should not be an issue. Then, I will break out those old "albums," mostly American jazz.
No wax cylinders though.
As long as we are this far off topic .....
"My Fair Lady".
1. The music is extremely memorable
2. I have always loved Audrey Hepburn
3. We played the music in 8th grade Orchestra. Over and over and over. And it never got old.
4. I wore out two LPs over the years.. Sure glad MP3s don't wear out or get scratched.
My 11 year old daughter watched the MTV Music Awards last night. NONE of the artists in this thread was mentioned.
The world has been taken over by 20 year olds. They showed people in the audience. I kept asking my daughter “Who is that?”
“These songs are just loud noise”
"That rap is just yelling at people"
“Back in my day…”
My daughter was probably visioning me as sitting in a wheel chair, ears full of hair, ear horn in my ear, IV drip from a stand, with a blanket over my lap, shaking my cane at the TV, with a nurse in white uniform standing by in case I needed help.
Funny. I think of myself that way sometimes. But the nurse always has a very, very short skirt, stockings with the line up the back, garters .... you know - the image that just popped into your head just now!
I think that my wife and you must have similar tastes, and especially if you added Mama Mia to the group.
My "show tunes" are Sunset Blvd, some of Le Mis and the full Phantom score. I allow Mama Mia around (not on my iPod though), but that is about it.
OK, this MTV award thing got worse. My 11 year old DVR’d it, and has watched it 4 times since a few days ago. And she didn't DVR it on her 32" TV in her room (which has a DVR), she did it on the big TV in the living room with the home theater. This better not interfer with F1 which is at Monza Italy this weekend.
My arm is getting tired shaking my cane at the TV. Where’s my nurse in the “very very short” skirt to change me? (It’s time for my sponge bath)
a nutty idea... but maybe will work okay...
you get some footage of the race....and put the mtv award songs onto that ...like some POV views of race and long shots, wide shots, mix it up...and put it to music ( mtv award music )....
now you show that on big screen in living room....and YIKES....she gets into it like never before !
have yoodles and popcorn and snacks available as she gets into racing with her own music...and you'll be trying to figure out ways to get her to stay HOME when you go the races with your friends !
I don’t think you get it. They don’t want to see the race in the background. They want to see One Direction, Pink, Rihianna, et. el).
They like watching the big TV and I would feel bad chasing them off. They know I’m the boss and I’m allowing them to use “My” big TV. It’s not worth making them to suffer by making them watch their 32” TV. They’re too sweet. There’s another TV in the house, so I go to
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Only you can see this imbedded message. I sent it to only your account. No one else can see it. If you discuss it, the “secret” will get out.
I’m convinced there is a secret women’s society.
My little girls love me to death. I can’t count the number of times they hug me during the day, and I have to apologize to them but I have to continue: cooking, washing dishes, washing clothes, hanging clothes, working; so I can pay for all the trips, clothes, food…) They get anything they want. And I do it happily.
And then I remembered my ex-wife, ex-girlfriends, and it occurred to me. I’m being worked.
Could there be a Secret Women’s Society? A society that indoctrinates ALL women into THE “secret women’s society” (SWS). They start them at a young age. A society where it is forbidden to even acknowledge that this society exists, yet even worse would be to divulge ANY of the secrets. Sound impossible?
I have hard evidence of those secrets. I gave them to my attorney. He was recommended highly. They are just too dangerous for me to be in possession of. I care about my life too much. My attorney put them in his 800 pound safe. My will says that if I mysteriously die (car wreck, plane crash, meteor hitting me), he should give the evidence to the District Attorney.
In a strange way of fate, my attorney was killed last week when he was parking his car 10 floors underground. He got hit by a direct bolt of lightning according to his obituary. (I don’t get it, the past three weeks have been sunny clear blue sky’s) Moments later his office was ransacked and the only thing they took was the 800 pound safe. What’s the chance of that? Why him? Instead of the safe, why didn’t they just take the cash that was lying out, that was next to the rare gold coins collection? And it’s ironic that the security cameras burned out 2 minutes before the break in. The US Govt. approved “women owned” company that does maintenance on the cameras said the cameras were out of warranty and they were surprised they lasted this long. The costly upgrade will begin next month by the landlord, so he doesn’t get sued by my attorney’s women partner.
Anyway, here in a nutshell are the secrets that women are given, to the best I can remember:
DISCLAIMER: THESE ARE NOT MY OPINIONS. THE EVEDENCE WAS DESTROYED. I’M ONLY REPEATING WHAT I’VE SEEN/REMEMBERED*.
*- Most of my recollections were from Rod’s BEER-THIRTY!!! sessions.
- Order the most expensive thing on the menu.
- Order Honey Do lists, with expectation of no failure on your part. (the wrath is not worth the failure)
You need to understand, they will never ever ever ever ever admit that these secrets exist.
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my room and happily watch TV on my 13” TV. I’m very fortunate to have this TV to watch. I'll ask my girls what the best rock song is, so I can give my opinion.
Almost sounds like one of the Brad Thor, Scott Harvath novels there. I mean, secret society, dead drops of data, secret handshakes, and ex-CIA agents gone rogue... No wait, there IS a Secret Women's Society, and I have proof - my loving wife. She must have been indoctrinated in a clandestine ceremony, prior to our wedding, or maybe she's in training - still? I had assumed that her mother passed on the secret Women's Book of Kells, the decoder ring, and maybe a wand, but perhaps I am incorrect.
Now, what is a "Pink Rino?" Is that some Disney stuff?
Once, my niece and nephews kept Uncle Bill updated, but now, they are all married, and have children of their own, so they are probably "out of touch" regarding contemporary pop-culture too. That is good for their a__es, as they once lorded that info over us. Now, they are the "older folk," and are facing the slings and arrows of callow youth. Yeah, turn-about IS fair play.
What are you talking about? How did you get so far off topic? This is a best Rock Song thread. I guess we’ll just
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Never mention the women’s secret society on an unsecure channel. What’s the matter with you? That’s very dangerous. They will use their ultimate weapon against you – withholding “pleasure”.
Have you seen the Secret Women's Book of Kells? Do you have access to it? If so, make a copy and give to me. DO NOT use a copy machine. Most people do not know copy machines have a hard drive which retains all copies. It will safer if you photograph each page. Pull the SD card out of the camera and bring it to San Diego. Put the card is a safe place, (where the sun never shines).
Tell your wife you are going to San Diego to pick up a large charity donation. If she says she would like to go with you, then she is on to you. We will have to find you a safe house in Ocean Beach and give you a new identity as a hippie.
When driving here, avoid suspicion by driving 55mph in the fast lane. With your cactus plate, no one will give it a second thought.
When you get to La Jolla, on Prospect St you will see a bum with a cardboard sign saying “Vietnam vet – Homless” There will be no “e” in homeless and he will be wearing red shoes. Identify yourself as “White Rook” and the card is for “Checkmate King”. He will give you an envelope with a large amount of cash.
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chalk it up to dementia. Have a nice day.
And oh, the best rock song is One Directions "One Thing"
hehe... sws.... pretty hilarious....
My girlfriend said to me years ago... " After we are married I have a secret to tell you ".
For days afterward ( leading up to the wedding date ) I was unable to get through to her on phone. Always busy.
Finally I got in touch with her and she sounded different. Spooked or something.
After the wedding I happened to mention 'the secret'....
She turned white as a sheet and mumbled, " I changed my mind ".
I think there is a strict code of silence enforced by some very determined people.
PS When I think about that and wonder how anyone could have found out about the suggestion she tell me a secret....I now realize it's simply this: