Post #115,636
8/27/03 10:40:35 PM
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A couple more from that time.
Spirit, It's a Beautiful Day, Hydra, Blue Oyster Cult, Grand Funk Railroad, Uriah Heep, Deep Purple, Jethro Tull, David Bowie, Hawkwind, Humble Pie.
The best band of all time? Frank Zappa and the Mothers of Invention after the core of the Turtles joined them.
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Post #115,640
8/27/03 11:01:14 PM
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Saw Zappa in Detroit with a 16 YO Steve Vai - kicked bootay
Until some clown in the front rows threw some coins at the stage and Frank cut the show short.
There's an asshole in every crowd.
Smalltalk is dangerous. It is a drug. My advice to you would be don't try it; it could ruin your life. Once you take the time to learn it (to REALLY learn it) you will see that there is nothing out there (yet) to touch it. Of course, like all drugs, how dangerous it is depends on your character. It may be that once you've got to this stage you'll find it difficult (if not impossible) to "go back" to other languages and, if you are forced to, you might become an embittered character constantly muttering ascerbic comments under your breath. Who knows, you may even have to quit the software industry altogether because nothing else lives up to your new expectations. --AndyBower
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Post #115,642
8/27/03 11:13:06 PM
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Saw same tour in Brussels
No coin toss, so I got the full show...and an autograph on the ticket.
Little Stevie Vai was playing a strat attached to a rubber strap....and it was amazing.
I have been a monumental Steve Vai fan ever since...
If you push something hard enough, it will fall over. Fudd's First Law of Opposition
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Post #115,741
8/28/03 8:28:06 PM
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What no Cars?
Devo, Dire Straits, Stray Cats, B-52's, Jefferson Starship, Stevie Ray Vaugn, ZZ Top, Van Halen II, Foreigner, The Eagles
I still crave listening to Hotel California. The whole album.
We listened to Houses of the Holy on vacation on 8-Track. Over and over and over again. I think I was about 14 or 15 at the time.
Listened to Pink Floyd The Wall, but it depressed me.
But I listen to just about everything except for Opera. (If only I knew German and Italian?)
Rachmanimonoff Piano Concertos. Beethoven. Tchaikovsky. Verdi.
But, you know, I can listen to Robert Plant just as well.
But I draw the line at Ozzie.
Glen
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Post #115,742
8/28/03 8:33:27 PM
8/28/03 9:04:25 PM
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Music Match
I just went through the Classic Rock on Music Match and got some more. I could be here all night.
Manfred Mann Dire Staits ELO Bachman Turner Overdrive Creedence Clearwater Revival Lynyrd Skynyrd (if you're a Southern Rock buff) Molly Hatchet Night Ranger Bob Segar Boston Kansas Steve Miller Band Todd Rundgren REO Speedwagon Rush
So MUCH music!
I like rythm guitar, blues piano, fast beat. Some synthesizer.
The Kinks, Wow Come 'Dancin.
Glen
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Post #115,769
8/28/03 11:57:52 PM
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The Wall
I almost died at the Wall concert. Really. Nassau Colliseum, NY. Accoustics were PERFECT.
Took the WMMR bus up. I was 15 (or so), with my older brother who was 18.
On a large mixture of chemicals.
LSD (or some very close equivalent, green windowpane), very mellow, no speed. Triple dose. Both eaten and liquified and snorted.
A bottle of wine.
A couple of codiene.
A lot of pot. Not like it really dents your head when you are on acid, but it was a habit at that point.
Great seats. Exact center, 1st row of "boxes".
The had built the wall, and someone was standing on top, playing "Comfortably Numb". Appropriate, ehh?
The player was backlit by a spotlight which shone into the audience. On us.
My brother hands me a whippet. Nitrous oxide. Laughing gas.
I take the hit and pass the balloon.
Time passes.
I start to sweat.
The stage gets further away.
The music gets muffled, like I've got earplugs in. But then there seems to be a rushing noise.
My heart starts flutter.
The stage gets REALLY far away, and the tunnel vision kicks in.
I start to wonder is anything is wrong.
I rationalize that it must be because the spotlight is on us.
I start to worry.
Then I realize.
SHIT!
I'M NOT BREATHING!!!!!!
EXHALE!!!
INHALE!!!
Tell my brother: NO MORE WHIPPETS!!!
Another minute I'd be brain damaged. Another after that and I'd be dead.
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Post #115,758
8/28/03 11:02:05 PM
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hawkwind? Shouldnt do that
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