Post by: Guest on September 23, 2006, 10:15:02 PM
Got to thinking about folks cut short, music, theartre, actors, actresses ...etc.
I have to add persons that was with us for awhile, still passed on and cannot be replaced.
Nothing wrong with mentioning ones - when they do pass - gonna be missed big time
Elvis, personally never cared for Elvis. I think he meant well, just Col Parker and all - messed with what really could have been in my opinon and not what folks "think" they got.
James Dean of course, gotta like a Rebel Actor racing like he did.
Buddy Holley - at least Waylon Jennings did not get on that plane that night, and stayed with us for some time.
Waylon left us still too soon.
Jim Croce
Stevie Ray Vaughn
Bogart
Katherine Hepburn - never be another Katherine.
Henry Fonda
Richard Pryor
Frank Sinatra " Old Blue Eyes'
Dean Martin
John Belushi
Milton Berle " Uncle Milte"
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Post by: wingnutx on September 23, 2006, 10:53:05 PM
Joey, Johnny, & Dee Dee Ramone
Joe Strummer
Robert Anson Heinlein
Post by: James Fitzer on September 24, 2006, 03:23:29 AM
Dimebag darrel.
Post by: grislyatoms on September 24, 2006, 05:59:22 AM
Duane Allman
Jim Morrison
John Bonham
Bon Scott
Jimi Hendryx
Otis Redding
Benny Hill (he wasn't really cut short, but I miss him)
Graham Chapman
Cliff Burton
Also, SM, I think you meant John Belushi, not Jim Belushi. Jim's still kickin', AFAIK.
Post by: Guest on September 24, 2006, 06:26:35 AM
Thanks for catching my mistake - I have edited.
Post by: Lee on September 24, 2006, 06:40:55 AM
Me either....till I recently started listening to his gospel recordings. I'm not even all that religious...but that was Elvis' true calling. Amazing stuff...sends chills down my spine. I can't remember if it was on PBS, or ?, but there is a great Elvis documentary out there that features his early gospel recordings.
Post by: Guest on September 24, 2006, 08:06:45 AM
Tina Tuner , Ella Fitgerald, Satcamo, and others - music was inside and they gave everything. Wayne Newton, I am old enough to remember the dorky TV show he had at one time. Newton, can perform. He can do various genre' and I preferred to see/ hear him over Elvis. Just toss him any instrument, and Newton can play it, play it well with feeling.
Politics and music. Momma Cass and Momma & The Poppa's came to perform in my 7th grade....politics.
I had my "views" on Politics, and times being what they were, were heated. I interpreted the music to fit MY political views.
Buffalo Springfield and "Stop Children whats that sound..." meant different to me than some. Steven Stills famous words at Woodstock : 'I'm scared crapless" [edited that of course] - Meant something different for the times for me that others.
Alice's Restuarant - some deep meanings in that work.
Dylan - Dylan got folks to think. Not everyone got folks to think in their music, and lyrics. Dylan did. One may not have agreed with Dylan, then again maybe they did, or sorta, or " I need to think this thru".
John Denver - another one I cannot stand. I hated these "folk singers". I cheered when in the movie "Animal House" Belushi busted that folks singers guitar over the railing of the stairs.
I mean a bunch of us stood up and "hell yeah!" So Belushi said the Germans attacked Pearl Harbor ...being attacked is being attacked - folk singers as they were - were attacking my senses, made sense to bust guitars...
Santana. I mean Santana from w-a-y back in the 70's. Carlos had it then, always did, and still got it!
Winchester Smokes - early ads back then? That was Carlos and Santanna ...
Johnny Cash was mentioned -
Tom T Hall, George Jones, Merle Haggard , Don "Gentle Giant" were some others that played from with in and got folks to think like Dylan.
Not sure what the heck that racket is some play today. At least when folks fried an amp, it was with good tunes...
--
"Old time rock & roll" - Seger
Just take those old records off the shelf
Ill sit and listen to em by myself
Todays music aln t got the same soul
I like that old time rock n roll
Dont try to take me to a disco
Youll never even get me out on the floor
In ten minutes Ill be late for the door
I like that old time rockn roll
Still like that old time rockn roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n roll
Wont go to hear them play a tango
Id rather hear some blues or funky old soul
Theres only sure way to get me to go
Start playing old time rock n roll
Call me a relic, call me what you will
Say Im old-fashioned, say Im over the hill
Today music aint got the same soul
I like that old time rock n roll
Still like that old time rockn roll
That kind of music just soothes the soul
I reminisce about the days of old
With that old time rock n roll
Post by: gunsmith on September 24, 2006, 11:03:16 AM
My boy scout troop was hiking along the Hudson River circa 1971
and lo and behold Pete and a few friends were hiking too.
Pete had a banjo and asked us if we had any request...
I asked him if he knew "this land is your land"
and all the adults laughed, "I think I can handle it" he said.
Then he put in a lyric he said "you didn't learn in school"
something about a no tresspassing sign and on the other side it didn't say nothing
"that side was made for you and me"
Post by: Tallpine on September 24, 2006, 11:28:19 AM
Seems to me that Don Williams was a "folk singer" once upon a time, as was Dylan before he became electrified
Tom T. Hall is one of my favorites.
(these folks are still with us, are they not...? Williams did a concert in Billings not too long ago)
I still miss Marty Robbins - speaking of those who left the party way too soon
Post by: Monkeyleg on September 24, 2006, 11:53:28 AM
George C. Scott--a fantastic actor in any role he played, and a man with class
Anthony Quinn--ditto
Rod Steiger
George Harrison--while I wasn't a huge Beatles fan, he was a fabulous guitarist
Brian Jones--my least favorite Rolling Stone; however, he had he uncanny ability to pick up any musical instrument and play it, and usually very well
Jim Morrison--while the Doors weren't the greatest band in history, Morrison had a great stage presence; he exuded sex
Janis Joplin--no white woman has ever sung the blues as she did
John Gotti--not a celebrity per se, but close, and the classiest gangster in decades
Marlon Brando--quirky? Yes. But what an outstanding actor. I've watched "On the Waterfront" innumberable times, and I'm still impressed. And his transformation into the Godfather was so believable that he didn't look or sound anything like Marlon Brando. He was Don Corleone
As for Elvis, I'll always try to remember him by his early music, before Colonel Parker took over.
Post by: Mabs2 on September 25, 2006, 08:07:02 AM
Post by: HankB on September 25, 2006, 08:19:21 AM
Johnny Horton - he was pretty young when he died . . . I was a kid when his "Battle of New Orleans" was enjoying a resurgence in popularity.
Jim Croce . . .
And of course, there are those who were around for quite a while, but achieved a stature that may never be duplicated . . . Bob Hope, Bing Crosby, Sammy Davis Jr., . . .
Here's a thought . . . 50 years from now, does anyone think today's "rap" or "hip hop" stars will still be remembered fondly, and admired?
Post by: Perd Hapley on September 25, 2006, 09:22:46 AM
Post by: HankB on September 25, 2006, 09:27:34 AM
The other one . . .
??
Post by: Perd Hapley on September 25, 2006, 09:49:41 AM
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Notorious_B.I.G.
I think Biggie is just a martyr who will fade with time, but Shakur is revered almost like a prophet.
Post by: Art Eatman on September 25, 2006, 01:37:06 PM
I always like Seerger's stuff back in the "Wimoweh" daze. (I just "lost" the name of the group. Old Timer's attack.) Ever go to south SanFran and see the "Little boxes, like topses, and they're all made out of ticky-tack..."?
Funny, though: Back in WW II, even a flaming Socialist like Seeger was patriotic. He and Woody had two Merchant Marine ships shot out from under them by the Nazis.
Art
Post by: Monkeyleg on September 25, 2006, 01:46:22 PM
Didn't know that, Art. It puts a different perspective on things.
Post by: grampster on September 25, 2006, 01:47:56 PM
Post by: Guest on September 25, 2006, 10:09:15 PM
Post by: 280plus on September 25, 2006, 10:45:09 PM
They took the first ever "Country Wesetr" grammy or emmy, something like that. He said, "We were a CALYPSO BAND MAN!" Somehow they got into or considered to be folk and the awards people didn't know how to characterize them so they put them in Country Western.
Excellent show, catch them while you still can.
I'll add Harry Chapin to the list.
John Lennon, George Harrison...
Post by: Harold Tuttle on September 26, 2006, 04:27:06 AM
Rock and roll is here to stay
It's better to burn out
Than to fade away
My my, hey hey.
Out of the blue and into the black
They give you this, but you pay for that
And once you're gone, you can never come back
When you're out of the blue and into the black.
The king is gone but he's not forgotten
This is the story of a johnny rotten
It's better to burn out than it is to rust
The king is gone but he's not forgotten.
Hey hey, my my
Rock and roll can never die
There's more to the picture
Than meets the eye.
Hey hey, my my.
Post by: Guest on September 26, 2006, 05:39:17 AM
Her number always turns up in your pocket
Whenever you are looking for a dime
It's all right to call her, but I'll bet you
The moon is full and you're just wasting time.
She's a devil in disguise
You can see it in her eyes
She's telling dirty lies
She's a devil in disguise
In disguise
- Gram Parsons & Chris Hillman
It's hard to find out that trouble is real
In a far away city, with a far away feel
But it makes me feel better each time it begins
Callin' me home, hickory wind
- Parsons & Buchanon
Post by: 280plus on September 26, 2006, 12:52:57 PM
It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Carrying thirty thousand pounds (hit it Big John) of bananas.
He was a young driver,
Just out on his second job.
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
For everyone in that coal-scarred city
Where children play without despair
In backyard slag-piles and folks manage to eat each day
About thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, just about thirty thousand pounds (scream it again, John) .
He passed a sign that he should have seen,
Saying "shift to low gear, a fifty dollar fine my friend."
He was thinking perhaps about the warm-breathed woman
Who was waiting at the journey's end.
He started down the two mile drop,
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill.
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot.
Just a few more miles to go,
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long, cramped day away.
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him.
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the night's
Delights went through him.
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down.
But the pedal floored easy without a sound.
He said "Christ!"
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now.
He was trapped inside a dead-end hellslide,
Riding on his fear-hunched back
Was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade.
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
As he rode his last ride down.
And he said "God, make it a dream!"
As he rode his last ride down.
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars,
Clipped off thirteen telephone poles,
Hit two houses, bruised eight trees,
And Blue-Crossed seven people.
It was then he lost his head,
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped.
And he slid for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
You know the man who told me about it on the bus,
As it went up the hill out of Scranton, Pennsylvania,
He shrugged his shoulders, he shook his head,
And he said (and this is exactly what he said)
"Boy that sure must've been something.
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas.
Yes, there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas.
Of bananas. Just bananas. Thirty thousand pounds.
Of bananas. not no driver now. Just bananas!"
From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #1
Yes, we have no bananas,
We have no bananas today
(Spoken: And if that wasn't enough)
Yes, we have no bananas,
Bananas in Scranton, P A
From Greatest Stories Live: Ending #2:
A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping,
And when she sees his eyes are closed,
She sits there, silently weeping,
And though she lives in Scranton, Pennsylvania
She never ever eats ... bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds .... of bananas
Post by: Perd Hapley on September 26, 2006, 12:56:49 PM
Post by: 280plus on September 26, 2006, 01:54:13 PM
Never really liked that one myself. He wrote some really soulful other stuff you never hear on the radio though.
Post by: Perd Hapley on September 26, 2006, 02:13:38 PM
Post by: Guest on September 26, 2006, 06:07:42 PM
--
Here is one artist I miss, this song get down into my inner core...Dobie Gray:
http://dobie-gray.lyrics-songs.com/lyrics/661465/
Dobie Gray
"Drift away"
by desconhecido
Day after day I'm more confused
Yet I look for the light through the pouring rain
You know that's a game that I hate to lose
And I'm feelin' the strain, ain't it a shame
Oh, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Beginning to think that I'm wastin' time
I don't understand the things I do
The world outside looks so unkind
And I'm countin' on you, to carry me through
Oh, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Yeah, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
And when my mind is free
You know a melody can move me
And when I'm feelin' blue
The guitar's comin' through to soothe me
Thanks for the joy that you've given me
I want you to know I believe in your song
Rhythm and rhyme and harmony
You've helped me along, you're makin' me strong
Oh, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Oh, oh, oh, give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Give me the beat boys, and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll and drift away
Nah nah nah, won't you, won't ya take me, oh take me
Post by: Perd Hapley on September 26, 2006, 06:13:34 PM
Post by: Monkeyleg on September 26, 2006, 06:31:01 PM
Hell, I started hating them before their records even hit the charts.
Post by: Guest on September 26, 2006, 06:55:39 PM
Beach Boys I do not like either .
Bee Gees I hate "worser".
Put it this way, it was a custom to shoot any thing Bee Gee, albums, album covers, posters...you name it.
That 'purple dino" that sings...yeah, well, that Purple Dino and Bee Gee stuff were used for BG targets...folks always made better hits when we used them for targets..
Post by: Monkeyleg on September 26, 2006, 07:17:41 PM
Some supposed friends of mine were remarking upon my manner of dress and hair.
One of them said that I looked like one of the members of the BG's (the one with the big teeth).
It's okay, though. I'm sure I can find those folks.
And I have several guns. And lots of ammunition.
Payback's a bitch.
Post by: Perd Hapley on September 26, 2006, 08:13:52 PM
Post by: Monkeyleg on September 26, 2006, 08:27:10 PM
Yeah, that's what some guys told me years back about drugs laced with arsenic.
Post by: Guest on September 26, 2006, 09:49:15 PM
Against the advice of my shooting buddy, who was also my General M.D. - I married his red-headed daughter, who was 8 years younger than myself.
I was in the 3rd grade when JFK was shot in Dallas. She had another week to go inside her momma.
I graduated HS in '73, I did not attend HS graduation with ~1500 graduates, I did graduate with great tunes, and I had never attended a HS re-union. I am not even in any of the yearbooks.
She, graduated in '81. Of course she attended graduation, she had this 3.99999 GPA, she had been to every re-union of her graduation class, and guess who was going to attend his very first HS re-union...even though it was not his HS, instead the one he will not confirm or deny any knowledge of a statue missing during a rival game, or the panty raid, or the...Put it this way- some stuff HSs did was normal and acceptable. My HS has the distinction of the gals running the first jock strap raid...
I thought I had walked into the GlitterDome. No wonder she made good grades - the music was not worth a flip to party to! Stupid me, marries a girl that does not have to study and...FIL tried to warn me- did I listen? NO!
Now I had quit drinking by this time, still I knew how to party, and being a HS graduate of the '70s, I spiked the punch bowl, it needed spiking. It needed spiking a more , one more time ought to do it...
Rival School colors were orange and while and this punch is PINK. I figure if I could get this pink more orange, or at least see if I could get cheerleaders all silly - we might have party afterall.
Next I ask this DJ, if he was aware that Rock&Roll was actually made, played and performed in '81. "I am afraid I am not familar with that genre"" Nobody talks like that...and this was supposed to be the hip, slick, radical heathen of the class...
It was going to be a l-o-n-g night.
"Honey, why are you staring at the GlitterBalls?"
"Huh, oh nothing dear, just thinking is all".
I got a J frame concealed and what I was thinking how that Ithaca 37 Police gun in the trunk and them Glitterballs would be fun and liven up this high dollar hotel meeting place.
"Dance with me dear"
"I gotta go pee first" I replied.
Which I did, just I also made an exit to my car and got a tape or two. I cannot dance, but if I am going to do my Snuggle&Shuffle bit, I ain't gonna do it to that ...that...noise coming from speakers.
Seems the punch was a real hit, I suggested the DJ go get another cup or two and ...well, me being alone with the tape deck...a tape of Rock&Roll accidently fell into the cassette player.
Okay now I can do this Snuggle&Shuffle bit and not go totally bonkers.
This bunch? Yeah totally baffeled about the music, did not remember it from HS days, some liked it and others went to the hall to start wrting thank you notes...
Get home and even the dogs after sniffing me - whined. Wife went to bed and I stayed in the front room with the dogs, we snuggled , listened old tunes...shared popcorn..."Its okay daddy, we are here, we will get you all well and better, pass the popcorn ..."
The dawgs hated that kind of music too...
If a dawg won't eat it - or listen to it, it is b-a-d!
Post by: 280plus on September 27, 2006, 01:17:22 AM
I learned to hate the Beach Boys in San Diego in the 70s. The downstairs neighbors were surfers and they played that crap 24/7 ad nauseum...
Post by: Monkeyleg on September 27, 2006, 12:41:01 PM
Good point, 280plus. The problem is that their disco music has now overshadowed everything they did before.
I saw an interview with one of them, and he said that their disco music ruined their careers.
Seems like fair punishment enough to me.
Post by: doczinn on September 28, 2006, 10:11:51 PM
Freddy Fender
Post by: 280plus on September 29, 2006, 01:59:11 AM
Interesting ML, did they put out anymore disco or any other stuff after SNF or was that the end?
Answered my own question. They did quite a bit but apparently all crap? I notice several "Best of" compilations and even a "Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club" but its also a compilation of stuff from different Beatles albums not just Sgt Pepper's.
Actually, now that I'm thinking about it, they lost Andy and Maurice.
Here's another one for you: Clarence "Gatemouth" Brown. He just died recently. Last couple years maybe. Not all that well known but a multi talented person none the less. I think he started life as a Cajun fiddler. Correction... drummer
http://www.gatemouth.com/