Back in the early to mid 1970's my friends & I never drove anywhere
without an open beer in the car. The miles I drove drunk, stoned,
trippin' & made it home...I just can't fathom it.
There was this time in the late Summer of 1973 when a couple of
buddies & me went driving at night down a curvy mountainside road at
night at 60 mph, with just a full moon for illumination (we turned the
headlights off...why I do not know) thru the Bristol Hills in a 1964
VW Beetle with the 8 - Track blasting Pink Floyd's "Ummagumma",
trippin' or asses off on window pane, tossing our Genny Beer cans out
the window, smoking Ben Franklin cigars w/o giving it a second
thought, laughing all the way. And we made it home, safe & sound.
I recently retraced that route in daylight...straight...& had a tuff
time navigating it. I just shook my head in amazement at what we did
back then. God must been watching over us that night. Those Fools, He
musta been thinking.
Anybody else got any old *crazy Youth* stories to tell???
NP: Computer Incantations - Jean Luc Ponty
ND: Lord Chesterfield Ale
Guess not. What a buncha dull, straight arrows AFFZ musta
been.....nothing but a buncha Straight A Wally Cleavers.....sitting
around in their little tiny bedrooms listening to their Bay City
Roller albums with the black light on...maybe later on go sneak out in
the backyard & light up a Chesterfield!
Happy Xmas!
NP : Christmas With Dino - Dean Martin
ND: Sierra Nevada Celebration Ale
Guess not. What a buncha dull, straight arrows AFFZ musta
been.....nothing but...
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I have stories like that. It's either luck or a miracle I made it this far.
But why would I want to ramble on about the past on AFFZ like an old fart?
Well, it ain't like the conversation about FZ has been so overwhelming
as of late. Thought I try & stir some up. Try to see what kinda
lives FZ fans had. The "past" is waht makes up most people's
personalities, like it or not. Well, I guess that was a mistake.
Happy Xmas!
TOG
The second radio station I worked for was in a small town in BC called
Castlegar.
The week before Christmas, an RCMP officer from the local detatchment came
into the station to record a "Don't Dink and Drive" PSA. I was his producer
and recorded the session.
A few days later was the staff Christmas party. This was the year I
discovered Jack Daniels'. After having a lot of fun, and saying goodnight to
all, I decided to go for a drive...dont ask why. I simply don't know. I
wasn't slobbering drunk, but would have easily failed the basic roadside
inquisition.
After a few minutes, I approached a police roadblock. I was doomed. There
was no way to turn around. As I prepared to meet my fate, I rolled down the
wondow and...guess who was on duty? That's right, you heard right...the same
officer I met a few days before at the radio station.
He let me through without even asking what I'd been up to.
I drove home most somber and silently.
ZW
Well, it ain't like the conversation about FZ has been so overwhelming
as of late. Thought I try & stir some up. Try to see what kinda
lives FZ fans had. The "past" is waht makes up most people's
personalities, like it or not. Well, I guess that was a mistake.
Happy Xmas!
TOG
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I had no problem with your call for discussion. It's when you started
calling people names because they wouldn't play along.
Happy Holiday to you, too, TOG.
> I had no problem with your call for discussion. �It's when you started
> calling people names because they wouldn't play along.
Awwww, Wally Cleaver ain't much of an insult! :-) Actually, I always
dug Wally when I used to watch LITB when I wuz a kid!
TOG
> On Dec 23, 7:36�pm, The old geezer <J...@aol.com> wrote:
>> Anybody else got any old *crazy Youth* stories to tell???
>
> Guess not. What a buncha dull, straight arrows AFFZ musta
> been.....nothing but a buncha Straight A Wally Cleavers.....sitting
> around in their little tiny bedrooms listening to their Bay City Roller
> albums with the black light on...maybe later on go sneak out in the
> backyard & light up a Chesterfield!
>
Well, I dunno about Frank's maligned "weekend hippies", but at two points
in my life I've been a full-time travelling sort-of hippie.
I grew up in NZ and in 1973 flew to Kathmandu and caught an Encounter
Overland truck to London - 70 days camping trip via
India,Pakistan,Afghanistan,Baluchi desert,Iran, Turkey,Greece,Yugoslavia
and Western Europe. That was a good trip, so in '77 when I had a
Landrover and the cash I took off east again with my gf and her daughter.
We were away 10 months, using much the same route coming and going as in
'73, but spending 6 months in India and Nepal. We crossed back through
Afghanistan a few days after the first revolution and arrived back in
London in '78, about a year before the Shah got tossed out of Iran.
--
martin@ | Martin Gregorie
gregorie. | Essex, UK
org |
The fear rush probably sobered you up some too.
Thanks for the story.
PS - Are you the same ZW who used to do midi MP3's; for us hear on this news
group?
I ran across some I had saved and put them on my iPod.
If so plug your site.
It was my first year in college (1974/5) and there was a party in the
apartment building where one of my fellow-students lived.
In those days there was a kind of student "village" about 10 km south of
Amsterdam. This center consisted of many 12-story buildings (separated
by gardens) where each level in the flat had a kitchen with about 8
rooms. So the party was divided over 8 several rooms and the music was
central coming from the kitchen. So was the booze. In each room you
could find your friends and friends of friends etc. Depending on the
person who lived in that room, there was the possibility to eat
potato-chips/salad and bread/peanuts etc. and to smoke pot, cigars,
cigarettes, or try a water-pipe (yes, those 70's) . I never had smoked
any of these so this was a great opportunity !! Well, (the story is old
but) I did not notice any effect until later that night when I left the
party to return home and wanted to get to/on my bicycle (remember, we
are in the Netherlands). I think that it was pretty cold (being December
or January) but I don't remember wearing gloves or anything of that. I
had to get on my bike in the night and pedal those 10 kms. The only
thing I remember seeing was the front-light on my bicycle (thank God it
functioned well, very often that is/was not the case: a "Dutch disease")
so I probably traveled on some kind of radar. Finally back home at my
parents' place I got sick and threw up on the pavement right in front of
our door. I silently sneaked into my bed-room and fell asleep at once.
The next afternoon () when I met my parents I heard my father
complaining about some idiot who had emptied his stomach right in front
of his door !!!!
I think that about 30 years later I told my mother this story and she
looked at me a little amazed/amused.
Yes, the wild years....
VVV
eelco
Unfortunately, that wasn't me.
(My "Z" is larger.)
ZW
I dug out his site : http://zappafan.net/csrv/
I can't seem to down load the MP3's anymore you can only listen to them
streaming.
.
The conversation sort of dried up on this ng a long time ago
I have no driver's Lic, but I convince a friend who owned
a guitar shop near Boston (Guitar Garage) to rent me and
a few folks a car to go. I have backstage passes, I'm not in
the mud. We go, get super wasted. Show is over.
I forget where the car is. No shit. Walked all over
the track, couldn't find it. Family gets us and drives us
home, and I get over the Mass state line..and BOING!!!!!!!!
I remember where the car is.
Of course, the car has alot of stuff in it, so being the
BoZo I was/am, I take a BUS back there 2 days later.
Show is over. Track is being cleaned up, and I go to
where the car is. There it is. I got the key. It starts
right up. ALL the stuff is gone. Save a bag of weed.
..and I brought papers..
So I drive home, pick up a few folks left there going north,
get stopped by the cops, car is (by a stupid asshole..me)
reported stolen. They find the weed, idiot folks I got with me
have pills. AWESOME DECENT COPS let us go, drive us to
the bus station, even helped with bus fare. 3 hours later, I'm
home. Rolled me a fat one, and just thought how good those
police were to us, and they didn't have to be. Wake up call here.
Couldn't make this up folks.
Have a Merry Christmas, and God bless and keep us all.
JJTj
Back up for Sale
Old press/Fan Club kit for The GrandMothers,
(Mothers of Invention original members) by
'Panda Records' SIGNED by Band in 2000 !
About as RARE as it gets, boyz n girlz..
And it's pronounced differently too.
R
Like Geez back in the day it wasn't "how far/miles is it" it was "how
many beer drive is it?"
A few come to mind. 1981, I worked at a record store, I NEVER smoked pot
but one time at a party I did. Stuuupid me drives home and did the
classic sitting at 4 way stop sign waiting for lights to change bit!
Got pulled over glassy-eyed and all. I was still wearing my name badge
and told the officer we did an all night inventory & I was tired. His
exact quote, "Get your ass home!"
The worst was me partying in San Diego totally drunk, drive the 40miles
north to home, couldn't for the life of me find the freeway on ramp. I
found it driving very fast and to this day remember taking the ramp,
letting the guard rail take the wheel while I was laughing waving my
arms as the car "drove itself". I make it home amazingly, next morning
my dad wakes me up asking what the hell happened to the side of my car!
I told him a truck must of sideswiped me? He didn't buy it.
thanz all,
Merry Merry,
Yesterdays Wafflez
i've got a couple of doozies but with the holiday and a house full of
family i haven't got the time to post them. maybe later.
Unfortunately, that wasn't me.
(My "Z" is larger.)
ZW
Unfortunately, that wasn't me.
> PS - Are you the same ZW who used to do midi MP3's; for us hear on this
> news
> group?
>
> I ran across some I had saved and put them on my iPod.
>
> If so plug your site.
This one?
http://zappafan.net/
--
Antal
the mike keneally band tour chronology
e: chronology(at)keneally.com
i: http://www.keneally.com/chronology
Yes; that's the one!!! With Malice Laugh, zw, and others.
Antal, is zw an other identity you have?
> --
> Antal
> the mike keneally band tour chronology
> e: chronology(at)keneally.com
> i: http://www.keneally.com/chronology
.
Nope. Not me. I always thought Gabor was zw, but maybe not.
>> On Thu, 24 Dec 2009 10:14:42 -0800, The old geezer wrote:
>>
>>> On Dec 23, 7:36�pm, The old geezer <J...@aol.com> wrote:
>>>> Anybody else got any old *crazy Youth* stories to tell???
>>> Guess not. What a buncha dull, straight arrows AFFZ musta
>>> been.....nothing but a buncha Straight A Wally Cleavers.....sitting
>>> around in their little tiny bedrooms listening to their Bay City
>>> Roller albums with the black light on...maybe later on go sneak out in
>>> the backyard & light up a Chesterfield!
>>>
>>>
>>
>>
>>
> In each room you could find your
> friends and friends of friends etc. Depending on the person who lived in
> that room, there was the possibility to eat potato-chips/salad and
> bread/peanuts etc. and to smoke pot, cigars, cigarettes, or try a
> water-pipe (yes, those 70's) . I never had smoked any of these so this
> was a great opportunity !!
>
In the early 80s there was a famous international model flying contest.
on Flevoland around midsummer each year. This was when there was still
large areas of sand in the newly drained area. We used to catch the ferry
over to Holland, a few days early, put up our tents on Flevoland and
spend a day or three in Amsterdam generally hanging out. I remember more
drinking than smoking and that the beer must have been stronger than the
Jonge Genever - out it this way - we had worse heads when we drank Jonge
with beer chasers than when we just drank Jonge. Halcyon days....
After all the sand was planted with grass and being farmed, the
competition became the Midsommernacht Trophy, flown on the Terlet
national gliding centre's airfield near Arnhem. Still a great event but
we missed those lost days in Amsterdam.
I seem to recall Gabor is the son of zw, but I could be wrong about that.
--
Milhouse
NP: 11/18/73 waterloo, ontario sbd