Crushed

As a kid, my first crushes were on girls that I saw on TV: Laura Petrie (Mary Tyler Moore), Patty Lane (Patty Duke) and Caroline Kennedy.

I see that Caroline has withdrawn her name for the N.Y. Senate seat that everybody thought was hers to have. Whatever, I guess she didn't want it and that's fine. She still looks great and I still have bit of a crush on her.



Mary Tyler Moore looked awesome in the Dick Van Dyke Show, but now it seems she may have had one too many plastic surgeries. But that's her call. I will accept that. Who the hell am I to knock someone's choice to do that to themselves. Hell, if someday I find the perfect awful toupee, I may just buy it!

Patty Duke was hot as Patty Lane and her mysteriously identical cousin - Cathy. Not sure how those genetics happened, but I suppose it's possible. A hot dog made Patty lose control, but now she has made a commercial for Social Security. And dammit...she looks old, but I guess I do too. But she's still hot in my book and has always been a wonderful actress. You go girl....I mean woman.

Patty Duke then:

(note the shot of Patty at the 10 second mark. I lose control at that shot!)

Patty Duke now:

Bad Kitty!

Well, not really, but it's been forever since I've had a kitten and I've forgotten how...energetic they can be. Make that - insane!


Dexter is 8 months old and while he's up to about 9 lbs., his antics are definitely kitten-like. In other words, he's a black & white wrecking crew that has moments when Stacey and I think he's either going to kill himself and/or bring the whole house down. He's getting better, though. After a couple of intense ass-bustings, he's learning to look before he leaps. Thank God.

But it's hard to stay worked up over all of that, because he is just a kitten, and a damned cute one at that. Here's a couple of pics of Dexter kicking back. I think he's going to be a good cat.

In And Out With The New And The Old

(getting my groove-on during a recording session at Davis Sounds)

In the late 70's, Jamie decided to go into the studio with me and Murphy to record a 12" single of 2 pop tunes he had written. Jamie had been working as an engineer and producer in Charlotte for some time by now, occasionally calling me in for various studio gigs, and developing a long lasting relationship with one of Charlotte’s premier local engineer/producers - Mark Williams . He wound up calling this particular group The Happy Eggs, borrowing the moniker from our mid-70's prog lineup that featured the 3 of us with Dennis from Ebenezer. What the heck - The Happy Eggs is a pretty great name!

I have no idea what year we did this...there is no date anywhere on the cover or the vinyl. His concept was to make the record itself to look like an egg (!) It’s on white vinyl with a bright yellow center label. The simple black & white cover (cheap...the extra expense was for white vinyl) features our faces inside egg shaped ovals. As you can see, this is before the new music was fully embraced due to our very 70's rock 'n roll mustaches!

The songs were “You Can’t Avoid Love” and “Blue Skies”. Both were pretty straight ahead pop tunes. The title of “Blue Skies” had a pretty unusual circumstance; Wynn had visited a “psychic” and she predicted huge success for our musical futures and the word or color “blue” was very predominate. Jamie jumped all over that....so much for psychics!

During the early days of Charlotte discovering the new wave and punk scene, I would be remiss if I didn’t mention some of the musical stuff that was happening in the area that wasn’t really in that genre, but was indeed greatly influenced by it.

Two cover bands were making a big splash on the local music scene. The first was a 60's Brit-pop cover band, The Spongetones, featuring who else, but Pat Walters and drummer extraordinaire Rob Thorne! They did this stuff out of pure love of the music and they did it wonderfully. Before long they were attracting large crowds at the local clubs (and still are some 29 years later!). The first incarnation featured a local scenster named Jake Berger, and I heard many great things about them. I was definitely intrigued due to the participation of 2 of my local rock legends, but unfortunately I think I only saw this line-up once, at a New World Record’s Xmas (?) party.

From Atlanta, Charlotte was invaded by another 60's cover band; Cruise-O-Matic. They mostly stuck to a more American garage-rock repertoire. They were an extremely talented bunch of nuts that put on the most entertaining shows you could imagine. They had a goofy sense of humor and could whip off these tunes effortlessly. (Including another amazingly party-intensive New World Records Halloween Party!).

(Murphy and I getting our dance-on with Cruise-O-Matic)

Word got around quickly on both of these bands. It was also around the time that we were getting involved in the punk/new wave thing, and I remember going to many of the shows, doing lots of drugs (Quaaludes were definitely the drug of choice - more about that later...) and dressing up in our thrift store new wave-wear. We danced our asses off and had a blast.

In hindsight, I think these 2 bands were a perfect bridge into the world of new wave and punk. There was a definite garage sound, eliminating the bloat of the mid - late 70's rock music. Couple that with a new sense of fun and style, and you get something relatively fresh sounding and liberating.

I’m obviously a bit cloudy on dates here (things were happening at a breakneck pace), but suddenly, a rather substantial change happened to The Spongetones. Jake was out and Jamie was in! Holy crap! The ramifications of this was mind-blowing. Jamie was now directly involved with our shared rock heroes, Pat and Rob. I was blown away. While I was extremely happy for Jamie, I was probably a bit jealous, too. I cannot understate the importance these guys meant to Jamie and I. If it wasn’t for groups like The Paragons, The Good, The Bad And the Ugly, Jeremiah, The New Mix, Hummingbird etc..., I really don’t know what direction our lives would have taken. Now, Jamie was part of that. Wow.

His influence and impact became immediately apparent. In 1980, The Spongetones released a 45 produced by Jamie featuring 2 Pat Walters’ penned tunes; “Better Take It Easy” and “You’re The One”. Decidedly Brit-pop, these were 2 short, concise pop songs that sparkled. The sound was much more...immediate, and by coincidence, it was for sale at New World Records, being displayed alongside of The Egg’s 12"! It sounded so much better! I was envious!.

The jealousy was short lived, though. Jamie had decided that this would be a great time to reform The Happy Eggs, but this time, his vision for The Eggs was one of a mixture of punk and new wave sensibilities, with a good dose of skewering obscure cult classics. Murphy and I got on board without hesitation. Kenny Phillips was brought in to play bass and we quickly went to work learning covers, writing originals and learning Jamie’s amazing arrangements of a rather bizarre collection of standards and classics.

He had a full plate and he handled it with no problem. These were exciting times, and Charlotte was primed just right for the unleashing of The Egg’s particularly smart-ass brand of punk.
(getting my New Wave-on)

Snorkel Fun!

One of the group activities I agreed to experience in Cancun was snorkeling. I've never done it - I regrettably passed it up a couple years ago in Maui. While my prime directive was to just relax in Cancun, (..sit on the beach, have cocktails and stare at the ocean), I felt compelled to actually...do stuff...since my wonderfully nice and generous in-laws were footing most of the bill.

All 7 of us piled into a mini-van, along with about 6 other folks, including a somewhat attractive, but very talkative Mary Kay saleswoman. I got to sit next to her. Lucky me.

We journeyed for about 25 minutes or so, ultimately reaching a road under construction. Another resort was being built on one side, and on the other was a swampy looking area that contained many crocodiles monitoring our progress, which had now halted while we waited for some machinery to get moved so we could pass. Nice touch!

When we arrived, we were all handed a box lunch, which while nice, proved very cumbersome to hold on to as we were all rushed through huts to pick out life jackets and fins. It was a bit frantic, but fortunately the first set of fins the dude handed me seemed to fit just fine. Note to self: trim toenails before wearing flippers..

We then were herded to small tables covered with thatched umbrella-styled tops. This is where we were to leave all personal belongings, including our lunches. Lockers were provided for valuables.

After a brief pep talk, we were sent down to our boat. About 20 of us "boarded". Stacey bashed her leg as she was being dragged aboard resulting in some of the most spectacular bruises I have ever seen (she bruises like a banana).

The weather was very overcast and the wind was chilly. Aside from flying, I think one of the things I hate most in life is being cold. Once the spray of the ocean hit me as we boated to our snorkeling destination, I knew I was in for a rough afternoon. I was freezing!

During our ride, we were all handed masks and snorkels. Once I saw all of us trying these on, I did find a moment in my misery to laugh at the sight. We were now all aliens! Aliens that were being taught to spit into our masks to prevent fogging. Well, I don't know about the rest of my new alien friends, but due to my usual state of white-knuckle stress, coupled with my battery of anti-stress medications, this particular alien had absolutely no spit to even consider. I guess I should of asked the talkative Mary Kay rep to borrow some, but that was a missed opportunity.

After about a 10 minute ride, we came upon our first snorkeling site. Great. More than one site?! We were given a relatively brief crash course on how to snorkel and then told to jump in. Jump in? Just like that? Into this Arctic Sea? It is freezing!!!!

It was actually worse than I imagined. Honestly, I thought my heart was going to burst. Usually that cold-water sensation goes away quickly, but this time it went on, and on, and on. Screams (and curses) of my agony were bubbling under the ocean's surface. While it took way too long to acclimate, I (we) finally did, and we found the ocean to be the warmest spot to be in at that moment. ...ocean=warmth=mother....sigh.... yeah, right...

The first site was pretty shallow and we were cautioned about the potentially eviscerating coral formations. Most of us got the hang of snorkeling pretty quickly, with the exception of the few (including Stacey's dad) that had to cope with ill-fitting masks due to facial hair. Drag, but the reefs were pretty cool and there were plenty of fish to see if you could....see. Note to self - next time, order prescription goggles for Stacey. Poor thing is blind as a bat without her glasses..

One of the guides was in the water with us. He had a big red buoy and would regularly call out to us to try to keep us somewhat together. It was pretty easy to get caught up and "wander" away from the group. It was sort of like a sadistic game of Marc Polo, because you could find yourself poking your head out of the water to see where we were all going, but as soon as you put your face back into the water, you could suddenly be way to close to some coral and my mind would flash to the image of my blood and insides spilling into the water from my ripped open underbelly. Relaxing.

Aside from the horror of underwater disembowelment, swallowing water, accidental flipper slashings, occasionally losing sight of Stacey, and most importantly, the absolute dread of getting back onto our Alaskan cruise passenger boat, it was pretty neat. In spite of no sunshine, the water was still very clear and many things could be seen and appreciated.

After about 30 or so minutes at site #1, that dreaded moment of getting back on that damned boat occurred. It did not disappoint. As each person climbed (or was pulled) back onto the boat, the individual moans (some screams) as the Arctic chill hit our bodies soon merged into one. In a vague sense (not unlike the recent economic...downturn), there was a tiny bit of comfort knowing that as one, we were all suffering.

We were purple, we had goosebumps, our teeth were chattering, we hugged complete strangers in failed attempts to get warm. We were united. We were one. Sorry Obama, but No We Can't!

Not soon enough, we arrived at site #2 which was deeper (colder), but had more complex and beautiful reefs. We were aliens that had found an unknown planet. It was very cool. And it was great to get off that damned boat.

I didn't like the feeling of losing sight of Stacey, so I developed a method to help me locate her while we were in the ocean (usually her red hair can do the trick, but when wet, most hair looks alike). I decided that the best way to locate her was to look above the water for her blue (swimsuit clad!) butt. That seemed to work fine once I figured out it was a blue suit she was wearing, not the green one I thought she was wearing. My apologies to the lady with the green ass!

After about 30 minutes, we were dragged back on board the torture ship and headed back to land. Sweet, sweet land with boxed lunches and towels. We did it. We were still alive. Just some impressive bruises on Stacey and a little salt water in our ears. And in store for me the next day, were some very sore muscles in parts of my body that I don't usually use (which is most of 'em!). But that was OK because the following day, I was scheduled for an 80 minute therapeutic massage in our resort's spa. Sweet!

*My underwater pics I took are not developed yet. If they come out OK, I'll be glad to share them, but in the meantime: here's another kitty picture!

There Is A Santa!

Meet Dexter. 2 days ago, Stacey and I filed for adoption of this fine kitty from Oakland's Hopalong & Second Chance Rescue, and obviously, we were accepted! He's about 7 months old, and so far, seems about as perfect a kitty as we could have hoped for! He plays, he sleeps, he's an amazing leaper, and he loves to sit in our laps and kick back.

He's a fine kitty. Oops...check that. I just had to get him down from walking on my synthesizer....Oh yeah, he's a kitty, alright!



Merry Christmas!!!

Cancun'ed!

While not nearly as adventurous as my Mazatlan vacation (thankfully), our Cancun vacation was very nice! A couple of relatively minor adventures came our way, but for the most part it was just a week of eating, drinking and hanging out by the ocean or the pool (under umbrellas, of course...my wife is a vampire with a huge sun aversion, and certain medications I'm on don't take to sunlight too kindly, either).

We stayed at a humongous resort compound named the Moon Palace. It's a timeshare kind of situation that Stacey's dad treated us to. All food and drinks were free. There was a full size jacuzzi in our room. We were waited on hand and foot. I loved it! I needed it! I deserved it! Sure, it sort of felt like we were staying at the "Village" the Prisoner was trapped on, but it was the perfect setting for someone like me.

We were joined by Stacey's dad, stepmother, brother and some friends of her dad's. I haven't seen her side of the family for some time, so it was cool to combine a vacation with a family reunion.

My priority was to sit on a beach, have cocktails and stare out at the ocean. It was mostly overcast (fine with us), warm, and pretty darned windy the first couple of days, but that didn't seem to hinder my chillin' at all. Unfortunately, the ocean was red-flagged the whole time, so we couldn't hang out in the water, but that didn't bother me too much, either (the constant parade of kelp removing tractors did, though..). The pool was way too cold for me, but I was fine just hangin'. Stacey's dad and brother are pretty buffed guys and her step mom used to be a Playboy bunny, so I wasn't looking forward to them seeing my pathetic little sunken chest (see above..)!

The resort has several restaurants to choose from ranging from "Mexican", "Italian", "Caribbean" and "Asian". We tried them all, and Stacey and I were shocked at how bland most of the food was. Some of it was very good, but I guess there must be a prime directive to not scare off the tourists with spicy food. Weird!

We ventured out of the safety and comfort of the resort a couple of times. Stacey went out silver shopping with some of her family and scored a very nice silver necklace for me, some amber and earrings for her. I believe on the same outing, her stepmother (now a nurse) scored a bunch of very cheap prescription drugs (nothing illegal!) at the local...Walmart!

We all went on a snorkeling adventure that I will write about soon. Not the most...pleasant part of the vacation, at least for me. And on our last full day, we all went to the Isla Mujeres. Not quite the relaxation I wanted on the last day (it involved a 30 minute bus ride and another 30 minute boat ride on a party boat), but I'm glad I went.

...my view:


...his view:


...party time!


For the most part, it was a very nice and much needed vacation. It's just the getting there I can't stand. I hate flying, airports and airplanes. So much, as a matter of fact, I think that the next time I feel the need to see a foreign land, I'll rent the DVD instead. I know...I suck.


(Some friends I made at Isla Mujeres...)

Me llama es Gilberto

The last time I went to Mexico (Mazatlan in 1986 with an ex-girlfriend), we had an adventure on our very last night involving an ill advised and drunken trip to our waiter's home to visit with his mother and to see "how real Mexicans live".

The trip involved a tiny village, his crazy mother (La Bruja), a dance with a giant wooden phallus, flooded roads, no taxi service, a ride back to town in a stranger's jeep, a machete, a stalled out jeep, and being surrounded by a carload of young Mexican men.

I hope our trip to Cancun will be boring. See you next week!

Uno mas cervesa, por favor!