I really wanted to win those Hooker battles, even raising my game when hardcore drinkers like Scott and Dennis became regulars. It’s no wonder I crashed and burned in sophomore year.
How we kept in touch during the years that preceded the advent of the Web is now hard to fathom. I supposedly showed up in a box at the airport for your wedding party. I was still partying heavily then, so I barely remember that. I’ll take your word for it. I wasn’t big on writing. I don’t think you were either. We talked on the phone now and then. You showed up unexpectedly at shows we played in Cleveland and Akron. The photo from us in the dressing room at the club in Cleveland is one of my favorite photos, and you know I hate photos involving me. Once you sent me an entire box of Skör bars. We used to argue Skör vs Heath, long before we could waste time doing so from the comfort of our computers. I still prefer Heath, barely. You made an excellent case for the new-school toffee bar.
That was something I always admired about you. You welcomed the new without seeming like a trendy bandwagon jumper. You welcomed technology. You welcomed a number of people who didn’t immediately strike me as “dynamic.” You could loosen them up and bring out more interesting sides to them than I could glean. On the other hand, I’m sure some of the people I pulled in for their dynamic nature were what you considered to be assholes or otherwise “bad news.”
There was one friend we could agree on, and even jokingly competed over:
Wow. Pretty cool. Just flyin’ our freak flags man.
So much here that I’d like to respond to but I’ll keep it to these:
• That cover band sounded a lot like Pink Floyd and The Talking Heads
• To be fair, I look at least 13 in that photo
• Those Heather Locklear moments in Hooker were from the same episode and took up more then 2 minutes. Concrete evidence that Stacy Sheridan, Captain’s daughter or not, was one hell of a cop
• Did not expect the Rundgren thing. Was expecting something else more obvious. Well played.
FYI- I’ve got an email into Zmed (“Boy Romeo”), to see if he can hang down in The Big Easy with us. Would fit in nicely with his cop jacket adding to our Fonda and Hopper jackets. Then it would feel like we’d only be one construction worker shy of a Village People costume party.
Thank you Mr. Moderator, father and friend.
As for the lack of over-the-top comments featuring praise, admiration, gratitude, awe and such I say,
Enough about me. What do you think of me?
JK (as the kids say).
For those who continue to rock. I salute you.
Happy Birthday, Mr Maudlin! Thanks for keeping this place running and thanks for designing such a kick ass album cover.
Happy birthday!
Have a great birthday!
As they all the kids says — You’re awesome!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=veN2gyCEj8s
Ooooo. I like that singin’ Ting in a way that I used to like Debby Harry.
Happy birthday! Thanks for keeping the lights on and the riff raff out!
You’re not old; you’re mature.