Watching VMA It's official I'm old

a reply to: Phage

Megan thee mare doesn't have quite the same ring...

The average MTS fan though wouldn't know the difference or the irony.

a reply to: Vasa Croe

As long as he doesn't try to sing.

Or like the Wood Brothers.....mind blowingly great musicians....

a reply to: Vasa Croe

Bass player looks like Ginger Baker. And he's pretty good.

Why is that guy drumming his gitbox?

a reply to: Phage

It was a different band then. Shocking for those that never imagined what they sounded like before Lindsey and Stevie joined. Kinda like the shock kids got when they turned over the Green Tambourine record

originally posted by: burdman30ott6
a reply to: JAGStorm

MTV went in cardiac arrest for me in 95 or 96 when the #canned Headbanger's Ball. MTV full out died to me a couple of years later when they stopped putting out new episodes of Beavis and Butthead.

I haven't watched any music TV cable since with the exception of VH1's That Metal Show followed up by a couple hours of metal video goodness.

Just yesterday The Buggles played on the radio at work and I explained to a co-worker who is much younger than I, the decline of mtv. And that is the same timeline that I told him about. Did you ever watch AMP on mtv?

a reply to: Ahabstar

Indeed. Christy is a singer. Welsh had a good thing going.

Stevie is a great writer but sounds like a nanny goat.

originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: Vasa Croe

Do you have any particular song that is that kind of a memory in your life?

My first real date was a J-Plane concert (at the same venue as the Monkees concert, as a matter of fact). We had to leave early (had to have her home by 10). Walking back the the car we could hear Grace belting out Somebody to Love.

She said "Don't you want somebody to love?" Guess what I said back.

Next day they put on an outdoor free concert. That was cool.

Now THAT is a cool memory....

Music....it is a dying breed.

originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: Vasa Croe

Bass player looks like Ginger Baker. And he's pretty good.

Why is that guy drumming his gitbox?

Beware of Mr. Baker!

a reply to: Tundra

He lives here from time to time.
Used to play polo.

a reply to: Phage

Yes. But somehow it just works for her. Her solo stuff is better than I gave her credit for at the time. Or I mellowed.

originally posted by: Vasa Croe

originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: Vasa Croe

Do you have any particular song that is that kind of a memory in your life?

My first real date was a J-Plane concert (at the same venue as the Monkees concert, as a matter of fact). We had to leave early (had to have her home by 10). Walking back the the car we could hear Grace belting out Somebody to Love.

She said "Don't you want somebody to love?" Guess what I said back.

Next day they put on an outdoor free concert. That was cool.

Now THAT is a cool memory....

Music....it is a dying breed.

And kids now don’t go out UNTIL 10 pm now! How times have changed…

a reply to: Vasa Croe

My daughter appreciates the good stuff (my albums live in her room now). Every once in a while she tries some new stuff out on me but I'm a tough audience.

How about some Akiko Suwanai?



One of my fave playing one of my fave.....

a reply to: JAGStorm

a reply to: Ahabstar

I try to concentrate on her lyrics. They really are very good.

a reply to: JAGStorm

Female version of Rod Stewart, I always thought.

Not disparagingly.

originally posted by: Phage
a reply to: Tundra

He lives here from time to time.
Used to play polo.

He is a major influence in my playing of music. By the way, "Beware of Mr. Baker" is the name of a documentary about him if you haven't seen it. It is awesome and he was a super asshole lol!

And somehow looked younger in his older years. R.I.P. Mr. Baker

a reply to: Tundra

I've played at drums.
And guitar.
And trumpet.

Now I just mostly listen and appreciate. Still, sometimes my friends who can play let me bang on the drums for a while. I don't mess them up too badly, mostly.

originally posted by: JAGStorm
a reply to: JAGStorm