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It's Elaine's birthday! But uncredited Executive Upholstery/Drapes Consultant Mrs. Myra Nussbaum has last minute doubt what the Wings album she brung is which Elaine requested! Uh-oh!
"It's by Wings already! It was 49c! What am I - Robert Christgau?"
Elaine's loss is our gain, subscribers! This Wings album is from '68, and features Spanky & Our Gang's Oz Bach, Jerry Peloquin from the first incarnation of Jefferson Airplane, Steve Knight (what went on to play with Mountain) and the whole deal was produced and arranged by Steve Barri and Jimmy Haskell. It's uber-swell in a way that doe-eyed prancing pop stylist Paul McCartney could never even get close to.
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Hands On The Buns???
ReplyDeleteTo give, and to get. Same goes for Christmas! (*shocked intake of breath*) OK for kids, up to when they start wanting phones. That should be the cutoff point.
ReplyDeleteThat and just trying to find something for people other than the proverbial tie or some other nonsense. My kids aren't rich, but they lead comfortable lives (same as me). If I need something, I buy it. If I can't afford it, then I come to the realization that I don't really neeed it. So, if someone asks me what I want as a gift, its really nothing. And, pretty much the same with the kids. But, because we have been brainwashed into believing that you have to exchange gifts at certain times during the year, here we are with ties, cheese slicers, rectal thermometers...
ReplyDeleteWhy not break with tradition and exchange rectal slicers, tie thermometers, and cheese?
ReplyDeleteThe real gift is GIVING.
ReplyDeleteBut, who would understand that in today's world?
The ideals of youth now resemble entitlement and expectations.
So, certainly God comes from a store as well.
But, why blame the gun?
I thought this was about a Wings album.
ReplyDeleteUh oh... am I in the wrong line?
Sometimes it helps to read the text.
ReplyDeleteI live in a Buddhist country where giving is part of the religious fabric. But there's a twist in the "gift is in the giving" thing - Thais give to temples/monks to help ensure a better next life (wherever that is - either reincarnation or moving on up). They don't do it for altruistic reasons, to help others. The richer you are, the more you give, and you want that gift recorded on a plaque in the temple, down to the last baht.
ReplyDeleteSo "the gift is in the giving"? I dunno. If you want to give, make sure the gift is needed and does some good, and avoid recognition for the deed. Otherwise, it's just more self-aggrandisement. Buddha doesn't give a shit what you give, anyway.
Someone get the confused elderly person back to his room please...
ReplyDeleteWell we all shine on
ReplyDeleteLike the moon and the stars and the sun
My uncle asked me what I wanted for my thirteenth birthday, I told him I wanted a guitar. On my birthday he gave me a dictionary, and told me guitar is in the dictionary. Yeah, so's cheapskate.
ReplyDeleteThe only birthday gift I remember - and by some way the best - was a one-hour flying lesson in a 2-seat trainer plane. One of the greatest 60 minutes of my life.
DeleteNice!
DeleteMy daughter has had a life long fascination with horses. First present she got (like 1 week old) was an overstuffed horse from a grandparent. Some 30 plus years later still loves them. I promised her for years that when she turned 10, I would get her a horse. And, much to my word, on her 10th, I gave her a stick horse. Of course, the real one was waiting for her at a barn where we had rented a stall. I went from being the worst person in the universe to the greatest dad ever in about a 90 second span.
DeleteWho has a pony?
DeleteHad one, but currently do not.
DeleteDid you keep a journal, too?
DeleteI've journaled my entire life. More screed to come....
DeleteThe stars are matter
ReplyDeleteWe're matter
It doesn't matter
Mind over matter.
ReplyDeleteMind yer manners
ReplyDeleteaw,just phuket.
ReplyDeleteHey - you want this very swell album - don't be shy - leave your Hancock here ...
ReplyDeleteHancock.
DeleteLast saw my Hancock in Railway Cuttings, East Cheam, sometime in the fifties.
DeleteI saw Hancock at the blood bank.
DeleteYou there - MrDave - yes, you, stop looking around - perhaps you'd like to share the joke with the class?
DeleteWhen I would ask my father what he would like as a gift, he would always reply "a few kind words." I find myself telling my children the same thing. Simple, but profound
ReplyDelete"The only birthday gift I remember ... was a one-hour flying lesson in a 2-seat trainer plane."
ReplyDeleteWhen I wuz a schoolboy, I were an RAF cadet, with my '60s haircut tucked inside my beret. Each year we would go to an RAF camp for a week or so and a couple of times I went up in a two seater Chipmunk and the pilot let me pretend I was flying it (ie. I waggled the joystick!)
Terrifying and exhilarating, all in one moment.
I remember that the instruction on what to do if I needed to vacate the plane in mid air took longer than the actual flights and centered around unclipping the seatbelt only - and not the parachute as well - before jumping out.
Cheers, Peanuts Molloy.
Isn't it funny how that Mrs. Myra Nussbaum is our Upholstery/Drapes Consultant, and yet her own drapes don't match her carpet?
ReplyDeleteI get she's “old school”, but still......
Uh - how do you know? Not that *we* want to know ...
DeleteWine goggles, and I'll leave it at that........
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ReplyDeleteLINK!
Why is it that before you can join a band named Wings you have to have been in a well known band beforehand?
ReplyDeleteis it a rule enforced by the record companies or the musician's union?
Is it just a tradition?