Ginger who?
Never heard of him.
Okay, now that you mention it I did hear some of those songs.
duh-duh-duh-DUH-duh-doodly-doodly-doodly-do-do.
It's getting near dawn ...
Oh man, the comments wherever you read them.
Let's test. Enter "saw" into control F window.
* "Saw him play with Ringo in Leuven."
* "Saw them live in Anaheim in '68 when I was a sophomore in high school"
* "Saw them live in college. Was a guard at the back stage door, so I was sitting right behind Ginger.
Good for you!
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha.
BFD, so you saw a guy in a concert.
What does he even look like?
Omg. Now I'm sorry I looked. Is that your butt or your face?
Good Lord.
Have you noticed how some severely antagonistic personalities are just butt-f'k'n ugly?
I must now pray.
"God, if I may ask, why did you punish this man so severely?"
God: "Because he's a butt."
He used to live around here. Bought a big place in Parker, just south of Denver, where I had my last specialist examination. That's where the Firestone tire outlet is next to the gigantic clinic, where the guy who looks like a blond surfer model athlete with perfect grooming and precise uniform inflated a near-flat brand new tire and checked all the other tires for free. And they aren't even Firestone tires.
I thought he was going to charge me a million dollars, but the whole thing was free. Because he's such an excellent citizen. And now by extension I think all Parker citizens are excellent, and all Firestone outlets are model examples.
A Parker bank president has a son who is deaf who used to drive up all the time to join his deaf friends for our cocktail parties. His bright cheerful sloppy sign and locution and syntax is so slap-dash that I can hardly make out anything that he says. but he loved talking to me. That's what I associate with Parker.
And lastly each person I encountered at the clinic, an excellent place all around, are so outwardly helpful and kind that their grace is near heartbreaking. That's all that I know about Parker.
He lied by omission on his visa about two earlier incidents involving narcotics. No problem for Colorado but big problem for INS. There was no chance of him ever getting a green card. Federal INS tolerance was right at near breaking. State is a lot more tolerant. Then butt-face British Person drummer dissed the INS on a morning radio program and that tipped the scale against him.
He chose the United States. Of all the places on earth including his own home Britain, lovely sunlit island, for whatever reason he chose the United States. He set up his stables, he started a polo club.
"They'll never let me back in? Big deal, I'm heartbroken. America is not the world, although they seem to think so.''Good. Thank you, INS. Go f yourself, British Person, good and hard. You seemed to think so. You chose to live here, we didn't choose you, Butt-face.
The article at Denver Post is rather good. If you care to read a stinking newspaper. It's sympathetic to Butt-face British Person who drummed and was antagonistic to INS and who's now dead.
Who: Ginger Baker
Where: Herman's Hideaway
When: 9:30 p.m. Monday , March 29
Tickets: $5.00
Ha ha ha ha ha ha. Tickets were nearly free!
Even Margaret Cho tickets were $40.00 fifteen years earlier.
People would much rather hear an antagonistic Korean comedian than an antagonistic British drummer.
I still don't get that RIP thing. I still don't understand why people say that. It's been explained and I still don't understand it. Is it an anti-zombi thing or what? Does it mean you've earned your reward, your work is done, now sleep? Don't they want to hear his drumming anymore in the choir invisible?
When someone is antagonist in life, doe RIP mean finally stfu? Everlastingly? Does RIP deny life after death? Or does it mean don't bother us anymore? To me, RIP means stay dead.
And all that is fine with me.
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Another great man I never heard of dies. Am I missing out? ha ha ha
ric, That happens to me sometimes. Now, if I tell you Andy Etchebarren died yesterday, would you have known him? Fairly obscure unless you are a baseball fan.
I remember his name, mainly because it is so unusual. Probably played when I still cared about baseball, but I can't associate his name with a team. All I know is that Ted Williams coached the Senators - now there was a match that made baseball history!
Oh, and I met Boog Powell. Boog is short for booger. He was an Oriole, naturally.
Etchebarren definitely rings a bell but I'd be lying that I know what bell. When I worked in a government office which shall not be named I had an acquaintance who always traded baseball names with me. I thought I was pretty good with both the Dodgers and Yanjkees of the Golden Age. One day he said "Remember Frankie Crosetti?" I didn't. Mortifying.
Etchebarren was a good glove catcher for Baltimore back in the 60's.
Well there you go - he was an Owe. I never saw him play, as I went to a game in 1961 (O's versus the Yankees, Mantle, Maris and Berra all were there) and then again after they moved to the Inner Harbor park which was after he left the team.
And look at that - he coached the Frederick Keys - I probably had better odds seeing him in that role, but I couldn't swear that I ever saw him either in Durm or Fredneck.
He was a lifer, banging around the bushes for decades, coaching yutes.
Are the not getting it questions presented about Rest in Peace at the end of this post serious, there to serve as a vent for a rant or meant to entertain?
I don't use the phrase myself, but am comfortable with others using it. I hear it as a form of acknowledgment, release and blessing.
"May whatever energies, issues, or entanglements troubled you, hung you up, trapped you, enfolded you, haunted you, bound you, or were cause for concern during your earth life be finished, reconciled and released. May your soul find rest."
There are also several cogent online explanations as to why someone might say Rest in Peace, including a scripture reference if a genuine desire to gain enough understanding to at least put the matter to rest, if not let it rest in peace, was behind the query.
Andy was voted one of top five ugliest players in Major League history along with Yogi, Don Mossi and Walt No Neck Williams.
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