Sis and I were talking about the “good old days” of live bands. When we were growing up there were the football games that we all made sure we attended. Even made it to most of the games that were “Away” games at the other school’s football fields on the cold and wet Friday nights and then there was the Saturday night dances that we absolutely loved going to! And would do anything to make sure we had the time and the money to go dance! They were a great way to show off your new dance clothes (back then we couldn’t wear any type of pants to school) the best outfit was a pair of low hip hugger jeans with the largest bell bottom that you could find, along with a shirt that we called a midriff, now a days they would call it a “belly shirt” but our midriffs actually looked nice, not just a shirt that is ripped and torn, looking all nasty.
Back then we always had live bands performing at our local dances, the concept of using a D.J. just wasn’t around until years after we all had graduated high school and had moved on in our adult lives. I remember going to a wedding of a long time family friend, but this time during the reception they had hired one of the few DJs which really blew me away. It was awesome to be able to go up to the DJ and request a song and nine times out of ten the DJ had the song and would play it. Where as with a live band we were very limited as to what they could and would play and sometimes they would really butcher a song, really ruining it and leaving a bad taste in the audiences mouth.
Now a days we have become so accustomed to having and using a talented DJ that having a live band is a very rare treat to enjoy for the evening. I believe that live bands are making a come back and I look forward to hearing and enjoying some live music for a change.
I was trying to think of a good phrase to post on Facebook to miss with a friend. He mentioned in one of his posts that he can’t dance. So I wanted to flippantly say, “A man who cannot dance is about as useless as . . . . ” but I couldn’t think of anything! I hate it when I know there is a word or phrase on the tip of my tongue but it just won’t come forth!
I searched on Google for the phrase and not much of anything come up in the search results. So I stepped away from the computer for a bit and cooked dinner. While I was cooking, I did get an idea of what to say. I finished the phrase with: “. . . an ashtray on a Harley.”
With two teenagers in the house, we have had our share of drama when the dreaded pimples appear. It always seems to be at the critical times, like right before a school dance or an important first date with that oh so cool guy.
I admit, Acne is not a life or death situation, but to a teenager, a breakout of acne can ruin their social life and after all, that’s what the teen years are all about.
Drama, Drama, Drama
I have so many cousins running around out there, all scattered all across the United States, not to many have stuck around the Virginia area at all. I have this one cousin who I became close with in my teen years because he played in a band, I used to go and listen and dance my heart out – this was in the 80’s, disco was in it’s peek and I loved it.
Anyway we have drifted apart, but have managed to keep in touch via email, but I haven’t heard from him in years so I was surprised to hear from him all of a sudden. Seems he just wanted to touch base with me, he had heard a song on the radio that reminded him of the days of when we took dance classes Glendale AZ and he thought of me.
He seems to be doing all right for himself, still not married even once, and I’m sure he is in his mid fifties, how odd, I don’t think he is gay, but one never knows, and I’m not asking. He is now living in Texas, close to where his folks ended up living after retirement, and just got a new job at a big Lumber company that produces a wide selection of treated wood products, such as pressure treated lumber for construction.
He sent me the website for Pacific Wood so I could see what the company is all about. It seems like a place that he will do well in, he used to work for a company like that when he lived in Winchester, Virginia. So I know he knows his wood, I just wonder if he still plays the drums, I’ll have to ask him next email.