Very awsome Mother figure...nice bike...
so speaking of music ( as per Rudy),
when I go to Rudy's bus to play,
my guitar( Cort classical) is straped to back of bike
with quick release tension straps. Not a fair weather rider.
Anyone on the airhead list? abc?
When I travel places on the current daily trip rider
(97 R1100R BMW) I have mucho bags and "mods" all over the bike with
a Luna Moona 1/2 size guitar in pink case attached to side of bike.
Rudy went thru all the Luna's the dealer had and found this one with
a magic sound >it now has an BMW airhead abc sticker front and back
for the open sound of course. He put me in a position where I had to get it.
Very aikido move actually.
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Once again, I have received the catalyst to enable me to tell you of another funny tale. This one was sparked by Stanley's (the beemer dude's) input. This story is about a squirt gun. On Thursday nights, Fran and I would play at a bar in Ct. The stage was wide but thin (from front to back). Fran and I played as a duo. She played guitar, banjo, and sang. I played guitar, dobro, and sang. I also did a segment where she played guitar and sang while I played bass lines on the Moog synthesizer. During her four songs, I would sit on a little stool while playing those bass lines. I was hidden from the audience at that time, because of the configuration of the stage. After a couple of weeks, I thought I would have some fun during this particular point in our show.
Any of you who have read the Blue Bird thread may remember my story about being in the air vents and blowing the whistle during basketball games. Well, being the jokester that I am, I figured that I would bring a squirt gun to the gig. I never told Fran about my plans. That would have given me away. Well, I only needed one hand to play the bass lines on the keyboard. I noticed that by sitting where I was while she was singing, that nobody in the audience could see me. So I got this fun idea to bring a squirt gun to the gig. I could see the people in the front row. So while I am playing the keyboard, I would squirt people in the front row one or two times during the course of one of the songs that she was singing. It was such fun. Inevitably, everyone who got blasted in the face by me thought that it was someone sitting near them who had spilled or thrown a drink at them. I laughed every time. Some times, I could barely keep playing the bass lines. One time, it almost started a brawl because this one guy was convinced that the guy at the table next to him had tried to start a fight by throwing a drink in his face. OH WHAT FUN!!!
Any of you who have read the Blue Bird thread may remember my story about being in the air vents and blowing the whistle during basketball games. Well, being the jokester that I am, I figured that I would bring a squirt gun to the gig. I never told Fran about my plans. That would have given me away. Well, I only needed one hand to play the bass lines on the keyboard. I noticed that by sitting where I was while she was singing, that nobody in the audience could see me. So I got this fun idea to bring a squirt gun to the gig. I could see the people in the front row. So while I am playing the keyboard, I would squirt people in the front row one or two times during the course of one of the songs that she was singing. It was such fun. Inevitably, everyone who got blasted in the face by me thought that it was someone sitting near them who had spilled or thrown a drink at them. I laughed every time. Some times, I could barely keep playing the bass lines. One time, it almost started a brawl because this one guy was convinced that the guy at the table next to him had tried to start a fight by throwing a drink in his face. OH WHAT FUN!!!
Another fun trick I used to do was this. That is to smash instruments on a stool. Let me give you the scenario. On the weekends, I would go to flea markets in search of cheap and unplayable instruments. They were usually guitars or mandolins. At that time, I could get them for five or ten dollars. On this caper, Fran was aware of my ploy. By the way, we were a hot duo and always got the audience fired up. So, I would wait until the crowd was really roaring (usually the third set when they were all boozed up)and then I would pull this trick on them. I would make sure to have a wooden stool in front of me. Right after Fran and I had finished a rip-roarin' song, I would pick up my flea market instrument and say "All right, let's go!!" So we would light off on to another song. About five seconds into it I would stop us both and say to the audience, "Oh sorry, I gotta tune this thing". So I would pretend to tune it. Now, off we go again, and the audience did not think anything of that little delay, and they are now exuding the excitement from all the powerhouse playing we have been doing all night. BUT WAIT!! Another ten seconds goes by, and I do the same thing and stop the song and apologize for not having this instrument in tune. At this point, I can here some hems and haws from the audience. I know that their patience is getting low. They must be thinking, why can't this guy tune that thing? Well, being the BIG JOKESTER guy that I am, I dare to do this procedure two more times. By this time, I am hearing much cussing, and people yelling PLAY THE F...ing song!!!. It is then that I say F..k it, and smash the instrument on the stool in front of me. That stunt ALWAYS brought the house down. OH WHAT FUN!!!
OK, One more. There was a very fancy restaurant in Woodstock, called the Bald Hill. It was the kind of place where you wore a suit and tie to go dine. Glen, the guitarist and singer, and John, the bass player, were hired to play the one time a year that the restaurant had live music. That was the week before Christmas. Every year there would be a third member of the band invited to play. One year, it was my turn to play guitar and sing with them. We got paid well and as a bonus, we were invited to each bring a guest and have a dinner a few weeks later. I had invited a girlfriend as both Glen and John had. We went to the place, and actually got dressed up better than we were when we played the gig. The restaurant was packed (as always). I ordered roast duck. It came with au gratin pototoes and peas. I must say now that the peas are the center of this story. So, everyone has their meal in front of them now, and there are a few bottles of wine on the table as well. We begin eating and enjoying the high life. Well, being the jokester that I am, I get this real fun idea. I think to myself, how far could I launch a pea with a spoon? Naturally, I did not tell anyone at the table of my plans. So I begin my aerial attack. I load a pea onto a spoon and fling it discreetly. It was fun to see them flying through the air. I was aiming at people. It took ten minutes, however, before I connected. Finally, I hit a target. Here is this old guy in a tuxedo enjoying a wonderful meal with his family and grandchildren, when out of nowhere a green pea hits him on the cheek and explodes in a green mush. I must say that that is probably the funniest thing I have ever seen. Of course, no one at my table knew anything about it. It is a shame that I could not share with them my fun game. I knew if I told them, they would give me away just by the mere fact that they would have been looking and laughing. Of course I laughed at the whole thing, but nobody knew what I was laughing at.
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Beemer dude
Some of my favorite clothes are polyester bell bottoms..in fact wore them to Holloween party last week and then to MacD's for desert. In fact they feel so good,
I forgot to take them off for the shower.
Off to get ready for BMW bike day at my house..hey Rudy,
you use to ride a BMWR90/6 so come over ifn you wish.
Stan the Beemer dude
I forgot to take them off for the shower.
Off to get ready for BMW bike day at my house..hey Rudy,
you use to ride a BMWR90/6 so come over ifn you wish.
Stan the Beemer dude
Reminds me of a time in the ancient past when my wife was on the facutly of a college. Because of her job, we had to attend a banquet of some kind. This was in the days of streaking and general mayhem.
As we set eating at the table for all the college faculty and bigwigs, I had a good view of the front door of the hall that was actually on a lower level. Our part of the table was angled such that I had a pretty good view of all the faculty too. I saw the door open and a young man quietly sneak in and proceed to throw 2 or 3 eggs in quick succession up into the air in a large arc aimed at the faculty table. Before the eggs landed he left quickly without seeing what kind of mayhem his eggs might cause. Too bad!
One of eggs went high and struck a large beam directly over the Vice president for student affairs, a person who was not overly popular due to his job duties. The raw egg broke and dripped down directly onto his bald head, a direct bull's eye!
Of course he was surprised, and turned to his wife and others trying to figure out where this raw egg yolk came from. He never did look up or figure it out! I of course saw the whole thing unfold, and was about to lose it, it was so funny. And the kid who had launched the eggs did not even get to see what happened.
As his wife helped him wipe away the mess on the top of his head, the front door swung open and in ran a couple of buck naked guys except for thier wool face mask hats. They ran silently thru the hall and out a back door. This of course was immensely funny to me, and on top of the egg incident I thought I would maby have to leave the place to be able to control my laughing which was beginning to embarrass my wife who had not witnessed the egg throwing episode.
Ah, the good old days!
As we set eating at the table for all the college faculty and bigwigs, I had a good view of the front door of the hall that was actually on a lower level. Our part of the table was angled such that I had a pretty good view of all the faculty too. I saw the door open and a young man quietly sneak in and proceed to throw 2 or 3 eggs in quick succession up into the air in a large arc aimed at the faculty table. Before the eggs landed he left quickly without seeing what kind of mayhem his eggs might cause. Too bad!
One of eggs went high and struck a large beam directly over the Vice president for student affairs, a person who was not overly popular due to his job duties. The raw egg broke and dripped down directly onto his bald head, a direct bull's eye!
Of course he was surprised, and turned to his wife and others trying to figure out where this raw egg yolk came from. He never did look up or figure it out! I of course saw the whole thing unfold, and was about to lose it, it was so funny. And the kid who had launched the eggs did not even get to see what happened.
As his wife helped him wipe away the mess on the top of his head, the front door swung open and in ran a couple of buck naked guys except for thier wool face mask hats. They ran silently thru the hall and out a back door. This of course was immensely funny to me, and on top of the egg incident I thought I would maby have to leave the place to be able to control my laughing which was beginning to embarrass my wife who had not witnessed the egg throwing episode.
Ah, the good old days!
DB, That is some funny stuff. I must reciprocate.
It was three in the morning. I was overseas in the military. There were four chow halls on the base. Only one was open at this time. I had just come off a two day card playing gambling spree. I got myself something to eat. I like mayonnaise, so I had a few packets to put on my eggs. I was sitting alone about twenty feet away from some "mega-striped" sergeants who were wearing their dress blues. I was fairly delirious from coming off my gambling spree. About half way through my breakfast, I began fondling one of these packets of mayonnaise. I thought to myself, I wonder how far this mayonnaise would travel if I squeezed the packet real hard. So, I took aim and squeezed it quickly. I had time to see the blob fly through the air and land right on one of the sergeant's lapels of his nice dress blues. What a look of surprise he had. Too bad that I did not get to see the reactions of his table mates. I instantaneously ducked under the table I was sitting at, and for sure thought that I would be caught because of my uncontrollable laughter. I actually crawled out of the chow hall on my hands and knees being careful to not be spotted by those "higher-ups". I escaped successfully. The bummer thing, though, was that I did not get to finish my breakfast.
It was three in the morning. I was overseas in the military. There were four chow halls on the base. Only one was open at this time. I had just come off a two day card playing gambling spree. I got myself something to eat. I like mayonnaise, so I had a few packets to put on my eggs. I was sitting alone about twenty feet away from some "mega-striped" sergeants who were wearing their dress blues. I was fairly delirious from coming off my gambling spree. About half way through my breakfast, I began fondling one of these packets of mayonnaise. I thought to myself, I wonder how far this mayonnaise would travel if I squeezed the packet real hard. So, I took aim and squeezed it quickly. I had time to see the blob fly through the air and land right on one of the sergeant's lapels of his nice dress blues. What a look of surprise he had. Too bad that I did not get to see the reactions of his table mates. I instantaneously ducked under the table I was sitting at, and for sure thought that I would be caught because of my uncontrollable laughter. I actually crawled out of the chow hall on my hands and knees being careful to not be spotted by those "higher-ups". I escaped successfully. The bummer thing, though, was that I did not get to finish my breakfast.
No takers on the Pina Colada song huh? It's a clever tune. It lets you know that what one may be searching for is sometimes right in front of their nose. Communication is the key to happiness in a relationship. I am not too good at it when it comes to emotional circumstances. I don't know if I will ever get any better at it. I do know that women like to vent. So, just let them talk. Gee, I sound like Dr. Phil!
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Geez, Stuart, do you actually know these things, or are you phoning a friend?
Jamey knows of another song that was done by Rupert Holmes. I think it was titled Timothy. It was banned from airplay in some countries. I think it was about how this guy survived when he was trapped in a mine with other miners. Can you spell cannibalism?
Jamey knows of another song that was done by Rupert Holmes. I think it was titled Timothy. It was banned from airplay in some countries. I think it was about how this guy survived when he was trapped in a mine with other miners. Can you spell cannibalism?
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Some of them I know, some of them I google.
Actually, I have been surprised by how many of them that I did just know. All of those years in bands must have taught me something.
Actually, I have been surprised by how many of them that I did just know. All of those years in bands must have taught me something.
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Rudy, your story about the mayonaise reminds me of an incident that happened at the St Louis Zoo when I was about 13.
My grandmother had come to visit, and we took her to the zoo one Sunday. The Zoo was full of visitors, it was a hot, humid spring day. My grandma could not walk long, so she was riding in a wheel chair and I was pushing her around.
We were outdoors looking at some animal exhibit, and as I stood there behind her wheelchair I looked down and there was a ketchup packet. Bored as I was, it looked like something to occupy my mind as I wondered how far it would squirt if I carefully stepped on it with my shoe. I did not realize there was an enormous heavy set lady standing next to us, and as I pressed down on the packet it finally broke but at an upright angle, which caused the ketchup to squirt up her leg.
She squeeled loudy and I looked up to see her as I realized what had happened. She began to loudly whine that I had "squirted her up her dress"! And then she pulled up her skirt and demanded that I wipe her leg off. I was mortified- I was sure every cute girl was watching me and thinking what an idiot I was.
My grandmother pulled out a hankerchief and gave it to me, and there I was in front of all those people wiping off this lady's huge thigh and calf. I think it scarred and emotionally crippled me for life!
But every time I see a loose packet of mayonaise or ketchup on the ground I still can't help but wonder- if I step very slowly just how far will it squirt?
My grandmother had come to visit, and we took her to the zoo one Sunday. The Zoo was full of visitors, it was a hot, humid spring day. My grandma could not walk long, so she was riding in a wheel chair and I was pushing her around.
We were outdoors looking at some animal exhibit, and as I stood there behind her wheelchair I looked down and there was a ketchup packet. Bored as I was, it looked like something to occupy my mind as I wondered how far it would squirt if I carefully stepped on it with my shoe. I did not realize there was an enormous heavy set lady standing next to us, and as I pressed down on the packet it finally broke but at an upright angle, which caused the ketchup to squirt up her leg.
She squeeled loudy and I looked up to see her as I realized what had happened. She began to loudly whine that I had "squirted her up her dress"! And then she pulled up her skirt and demanded that I wipe her leg off. I was mortified- I was sure every cute girl was watching me and thinking what an idiot I was.
My grandmother pulled out a hankerchief and gave it to me, and there I was in front of all those people wiping off this lady's huge thigh and calf. I think it scarred and emotionally crippled me for life!
But every time I see a loose packet of mayonaise or ketchup on the ground I still can't help but wonder- if I step very slowly just how far will it squirt?
I can see that we need a comedy forum category. For now, simply because some of these questions have not been answered, I will post them again.
Did the James Gang do the song Grand Funk 49? Or maby it was just Funk 49?
What song did Johnny Rivers sing that had something to do about a city in Tenn? Rudy, this should be a slam dunk for you!
Chuck Berry and Johnny Rivers both sang a song about a cheatin' woman.
The Yardbirds had a heart full of something.
The Beu Brummels had a hysterical fit that led to tears, near death and being lonely.
Things were really quite all over the world once for Herman's Hermits.
Who sang about love in their tummy, and a whole lot of sugar?
I better quit, this could go on forever and Sharkey would kick me off the forum.
I can't remember the band LG, but the song about Brandy was a very good one!! That was back "in the good old days!"
OK, Johnny Rivers--Memphis Tenn. I forgot to answer that one the other day. I have no clue about the Yardbirds and Beu Brummels songs.
Was the other song you are referring to called Yummy Yummy Yummy I've got Love Love In My Tummy? I almost remember who did that.
Of course The Archies did Sugar Sugar. Just who were those musicians anyways?
Now, I just want you to know, that it's really not fair to google this stuff for the answers.
Here's a good one. What was the last song Otis Redding wrote, and how soon was it after he recorded it did he die?
Did the James Gang do the song Grand Funk 49? Or maby it was just Funk 49?
What song did Johnny Rivers sing that had something to do about a city in Tenn? Rudy, this should be a slam dunk for you!
Chuck Berry and Johnny Rivers both sang a song about a cheatin' woman.
The Yardbirds had a heart full of something.
The Beu Brummels had a hysterical fit that led to tears, near death and being lonely.
Things were really quite all over the world once for Herman's Hermits.
Who sang about love in their tummy, and a whole lot of sugar?
I better quit, this could go on forever and Sharkey would kick me off the forum.
I can't remember the band LG, but the song about Brandy was a very good one!! That was back "in the good old days!"
OK, Johnny Rivers--Memphis Tenn. I forgot to answer that one the other day. I have no clue about the Yardbirds and Beu Brummels songs.
Was the other song you are referring to called Yummy Yummy Yummy I've got Love Love In My Tummy? I almost remember who did that.
Of course The Archies did Sugar Sugar. Just who were those musicians anyways?
Now, I just want you to know, that it's really not fair to google this stuff for the answers.
Here's a good one. What was the last song Otis Redding wrote, and how soon was it after he recorded it did he die?
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