this clip belongs in the bible of music for all time. it doesnt get much better this side of the veil.
three days after i saw the do these songs, they crashed killing ronnie and stevie and cassie.
holy smoke. its been 30 years. i saw them in miami. next thing i know i am living in a tent near tonapah, nevada and hearing the crackle of the news on a little radio with my fatigues on. i had just seen them. i couldnt believe it. i even have some kodak 126 snapshots of them on stage, somewhere. where the hell did 30 years go? and yes, i had the first issue album with them in flames on it. that was some of their best music yet. it was all good. that was the day my music died. i had just turned 19.
Back when they were a garage band my step-brother was their drummer. He was in Coach Skinner's gym class with Ronnie Van Zandt at Ribault High School in Jacksonville Florida. Norman was not in the family then, but he loved to tell that story. He quit the band before they got famous outside of Jacksonville. I remember I was in Texas visiting family when I heard about the plane crash. It was like losing old friends.
Birds aren't free. they spend all day scrounging for food and always have to be on the lookout for cats. If you were a hummingbird, big daddy hummer would've flown the coop after doin' the nasty with you, they're the pimps of the bird world:)
But, I digress, you look mahvelous, dahlink:)
Hehe ... you cracked me out, Wombat. The wisdom of your words behind such keen observation, coupled with your vivid imagery and impeccable wit, is deserving of an A+. Thank you for helping me see the other side of the coin.
It's good to be back ... and, I have to say: I really like your avatar :P