'THE DAY THE MUSIC WAS SHOT?'—EPILOGUE
Just wanted to publish a bit of a retraction on my previous rants about the whole Big Bopper exhumation thing to determine if gunfire was involved in his demise. I read an article in the paper the other day which stated that J.P. Richardson's family was going to have him exhumed anyway for to move his remains to a more fan-friendly location in the cemetery, plus add a statue in his honor. His son—who was an infant when the Bopper died—also wanted some closure, and the opportunity was also there for the forensics expert to study the decomposition rate of the body and take x-rays at the same time, so they did so. Evidently Bopper was well-preserved after 48 years in the ground, and his son got to literally see his father for the first time, so far be it for me to criticize that, thus I take back most of what I said before about the exhumation of The Big Bopper. I still think all that gunfire mythology is a bunch of hooey, though!
HO! HO! HO!
You don’t suppose singer Don Ho has any female relatives named Ida, do you? Or Heidi? Or Talley? Or Gung?
SHOULD I HAVE SEEN THIS COMING?
I love the promos VH-1 Classic is currently running for Shaw-Blades (AKA Tommy Shaw and Jack Blades of Damn Yankees and/or Styx and Night Ranger, respectively), and their current CD/tour, where they refer to them as "Rock visionaries". Okay, "Crystal Ball" notwithstanding, I hardly consider Tommy Shaw, let alone Jack Blades, to be a visonary! Don't get me wrong, I like Styx, Night Ranger and Damn Yankees, and they’re both nice guys and decent singer/songwriters, but if they're such visionaries, then why is their new CD just a bunch of remakes of other people’s songs? Not exactly groundbreaking or innovative stuff, here...
I should have included the following in my "20 Questions" post from a while back:
Woody on "Cheers" to Bill Medley of the Righteous Brothers: "So why'd you change your name from 'Righteous'?"
CLOWNS TO THE LEFT OF ME, JOKERS TO THE RIGHT—PART II
I've been meaning to relate the story of how I obtained my current computer monitor. About eight months ago at work, our CT scanner kept crashing for some reason, and our crack (smoking) staff of bio-med technicians tried to blame this on one of the monitors—a flat-screen NEC plasma model. Now, I'm hardly a computer expert, but even I know damn well that a monitor doesn't cause anything to crash, yet these fools were actually going to throw this thing in the dumpster! I politely inquired if I could bring it home and see if it worked on my PC, and they said sure. Thus, I made off with a perfectly good $800 computer monitor for absolutely nothing, and there ain't a damn thing wrong with it! I haven't had the heart to tell those guys that my 'puter hasn't crashed once since I brought it home, either...
While I'm on the subject of my co-workers, I was trying to choke down my lunch the other day whilst two female co-workers were comparing notes on the manner in which their mothers had died! Nothing wrong with that sort of bonding amongst co-workers, but not exactly the best topic of discussion at the lunch table…
CLASSIC MISHEARD LYRIC #22
"Long Live Rock"—THE WHO (1972) "Meanwhile, it’s getting laid at ten o’clock…" I didn’t know what "getting laid" meant when I first heard this song, so I merely thought it was "getting late at ten o’clock."
AND SPEAKING OF THE 'ORRIBLE 'OO...
Here are my Top 10 suggestions for Who tribute band names:
1) The Whom
2) The Whoever
3) The What
4) The How
5) Who Dat? (Cajun version)
6) Who's Yo Daddy? (Hip-Hop version)
7) The Whoosiers (Indiana version)
8) Who Farted?
9) Who's There?
10) Who's Left (oh wait, that's the current Who lineup!)