I'll probably never forget-

Relive The Memories (sort of) coutesy of Mooch, The Bouy and Bapu.

When I hear something I like I get a grin....probably a stupid looking grin but I can't see it....
I'm glad ya'll can't either.

LOL Craig....I sold my '89 Harley Ultra Classic because it had a great stereo and I'd get to listening and reminiscing - figured best to change my riding style. I was always amazed that a stereo on a bike could sound that good.

I would have been 13 when Elvis died and probably just getting into the Beatles and Mountain … post Bay City Rollers (can you say S-A-T-U-R-D-A-Y night … and people give Rebecca Black a hard time) yet I digress.  My friend Glenn’s father, who drove around in a beat up old brown Dodge with a push button transmission that he affectionately called the hush puppy, was a big Elvis fan and had tickets for a 1977 tour.  It was in that car that I learned of Elvis’ passing.

That man (Glenn’s father) had a tremendous amount of patience (either that or he was too drunk to care).  After the demise of the “Hush Puppy”, he acquired another junk heap as his primary mode of transportation just around the time that we were getting our drivers licenses’.  A group of us, never having even opened the hood of a car decided that that vehicle was going to be our cruising mobile and got to work doing the body-work first.  We all got together one spring afternoon and took the driver’s side door off … and after a few hours realized we had no idea what we were doing.  We then learned that it ain’t easy to put a door on a car.  That poor guy ended up driving that car into the ground with a driver’s side door that did not shut.

I'm at the point where when someone is playing the radio and asks me if I want to change the station...

I just pause and reflect on the miracle that we even have a radio... and answer "no thanks this is fine".

What "ever" is fine by me.

:-)

It's easier to get on the highway to fun that way.

:-)

My parents were a little too old to appreciate the Beatles (they were far more into the Big Band stuff).  I still remember that I almost went to see the Beatles which would turn out to be their second-to-last concert in the U.S. on August 28th, 1966 (just looked up the exact date - never knew it before today) at Dodger Stadium in Los Angeles.

Some friends and/or relatives tried to talk my parents into going, but they didn't have a sitter so they didn't think they should go (although the others said to take me along).  So if they actually had gone, it probably would have been without me, but I still like to tell the story!

I still have fond memories of listening to the radio constantly and saving up for (or bugging my parents to buy me) whatever was the latest and greatest.  I also know that certain radio stations got annoyed with me always calling up to request songs that were longer than they wanted to play (Elton John's Funeral for a Friend / Love Lies Bleeding comes to mind).  They preferred songs around 3 minutes back then...  ("Hi, can you play the Outlaw's Green Grass and High Tides please?" - "Kid, that song is almost 30 minutes long!!!!" - "Great!  Thanks! *click*"  )

I also remember my grandparents giving me this cutting-edge device called a "Transistor Radio" that was small enough for me to put under my pillow and listen to the Top-whatever late into the night after my parents thought I was asleep.  My favorite song to wait for was Bowie's Fame and mostly that was just to hear the wild vocal effect part that starts up a couple of octaves and transistions down several octaves ("Fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame, fame...").

Now-a-days, I don't listen to the radio because I like to hear songs.  Evidentally, stations have forgotten what those are since 70% of the time is taken up with useless yapping or even more annoying commercials.  Then, when they DO play some songs, they think only 50 songs were ever created from the 60's through the 80's...  After you've listened for just a short while they start repeating! 
 
That's why I use my iPods with huge numbers of songs for each genre so I can put it on shuffle and hear ALL the songs, not just a couple from each artist (heck, the radio stations don't even play all the hit songs for most artists!).  Ah, memories...

All this nostalgia is making me long for the old days.

Whassup with that?