A long time ago, in a land far away, I used to make an occasional appearance on our local television station, for a seven-minute cooking segment. I’d stay awake all night planning my words and actions, which of course, never panned out the way that I had hoped:) But it was fun and I can always say that I did it.
This cracks me up. I’m an old rocker, but Live Music of any kind is Good Music. Originally recorded in my parent’s basement, almost 40 years ago, this was practice night for The Central Brothers and The Green Apple Gang (who backed us more than once). It Ain’t perfect, but 9 teenagers hanging out together–pickin, grinin’, and singin’ is a pretty good thing.
Me & the old high school buddies singing on our TV debut, way back in 1978. Recorded off of a cassette tape which still doesn’t explain microphone problems around the 2:20 mark. But we sang on TV, dag-on-it!
Some twenty months ago, I went to the Shenandoah Memorial Hospital to make an appointment for my first of many Physical Therapy sessions. After completing the usual paperwork, an appointment date was set. The woman who was helping with the formalities wrapped things up by saying “You’ll be working with Melanie, you’re gonna like her”.
“Junior Follies-Central High School-1978” Found in the family vault along with the Hope Diamond and Jimmy Hoffa was this hidden “Before They Were Famous” masterpiece. Originally recorded on a handheld cassette recorder by my Dad is the ‘Big Stage’ Premier of The Central Brothers–Rusty, Robin, Steve, Mark and Tom.
Performing “Counting Flowers on the Wall”
The Shenandoah County Fair of my youth was a safe haven for quality family entertainment. Alcohol, gambling and nudity. Oh yea, and bear vs. man wrestling. During that one week of the year, you could join family and friends in a toast of liquor out in the parking lot or grab a beer from the hidden keg of a local vendor; place a ‘behinds-the-screens’ bet on the harness races or play the dice game at the far end of the midway; then watch totally nude women perform obscene acts with inanimate objects while standing behind the safety of a canvas tent, obscured in the eyes of God and your wife. But those days are gone. The society of those simpler times has crumbled and all that we’re left with now are livestock judging, rubber duckies, and cotton candy. Continue reading The County Fair of my youth→