The Old Heads Thread
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Brevity, The Soul Of Wit!
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That might be true but Syd left the band around mid '68 and the first performance at the venue was 2/2/68.
DaveyDoom
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in January 1968, on the way to a show at Southampton U, the band elected not to pick Barrett up: one person in the car said, "Shall we pick Syd up?" and another said, "Let's not bother". In March 1968 it was officially announced that he was no longer a member of Pink Floyd.
Brevity, The Soul Of Wit!
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Well there you go!
Heads Up
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Hey Davey, a couple of questions. First, are you Doc Dooms dad? Have you been to the electric factory when it was in existence?
Three times a week? Say it ain't so. What brand? I can almost see the package but I can't recall the brand name.
So here's another little concert story. We're going to the Tower Theater in Upper Darby, sixty ninth street, it's the middle of winter and it's freezing. I don't even remember who we were going to see. Well we finally walk the however many block to the Tower and are told the show is running late and won't start for another couple of hours. We head to the closest bar. Keep in mind, I'm not a drinker and never have been much of one. So after spending an hour or so in the bar, we decide to head back to the car for a couple of doobies. By now I've also taken some kind of down and it's just starting to hit me. So we smoke ourselves silly and decide to head back down to the Tower. Well, my buddies girlfriend when she gets out of the car has to piss, so she squats between a couple of cars and does her business. My buddy makes some kind of comment about women and pissing and he says I have a neat trick I do when I have to piss. I open the car hood and act like I'm looking for something in the engine and piss when I'm standing in front of the car. In my dazed little brain I'm thinking that sounds good. So here are the two of us pissing into his grill and his girlfriend squatting between the cars and pissing. Remember I said it was freezing, well, I had long johns on under my jeans. Little did I realize as I'm pissing it's just bouncing off the car and soaking my pants but I don't know this cause it hasn't gotten through the long johns, yet. Well it finally does and I'm like WTF. So now I have piss all over myself, I'm really starting to get blasted from the smoke and the downs and we head to the Tower. It was the best show I never saw. I was so blasted I don't even remember the rest of the night or who played. My friends couldn't believe they even let me in I was so stoned and drunk.
Heads Up
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This is a story told to me today by my golfing and growing buddy. It's 1974 and he's going to south america to go surfing, he's twenty one at the time and living in St. Pete, FL. He's been selling some weed and he's saved enough money to go for a couple of months. So him and a buddy fly to s.a. with five surf boards and three duffle bags worth of stuff including tools and kits to fix the boards. They're heading to Columbia. So of course being the stoner he is he wants to find some weed. Somehow or other he finds some young kid who tells him his grandparents have weed. So that night he goes up into the mountains meets the kids grandparents and proceeds to get the freshest, stickiest red columbian bud he has ever seen. He's used to gettin' fifty and a hundred pounds at a time so he's seen plenty of good weed back home. So he buys a pound for twenty five bucks and tells the people he will be back for more and they are very happy to have the american dollars. He finds his way from Columbia to Peru to do some surfing there, where, he runs across the finest peruvian purple flake he has ever done. So he ends up trading some of the weed for the coke and the guy tells him he can't get this kind of weed, so my buddy makes arrangements to bring the guy some of this columbian red bud. Back to columbia he goes, back to the old folks he bought the bud from and buys another six pounds for twenty bucks a pound. By now he's sold one of his boards for some extra money to stay longer and one has been ripped off, so they have three left. They open up two of the boards and put three pounds each into them and fix them all up like they've never been touched. On the bus they go back to peru. Imagine these busses they take between countries are nothing more than old yellow school busses. They're loaded with people and their animals and crossing through the mountains. So they get into ecuador and there's a border crossing with guards and guns. Everyone off the bus. So these border guards come across these two americans with these surf boards and they are curious. My buddy whips out a surfing magazine and points to the picture of some guy surfing and points to his buddy and says "professionals" and then points to their boards and themselves. Now the border guards want their pictures takes with the surfing 'professionals' and their boards, which are loaded with three pounds each. The guards even call their captain out of the tower so he can come and get his picture taken with the american professional surfers. So they finally get back to peru their stash intact and ready to swap the weed for coke. He goes up into the mountains of peru only to be met by six people with shotguns where they relieve him of his weed and send him on his merry way. Lucky for him it was 74' and not now.
Brevity, The Soul Of Wit!
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WHOA. This is gonna be some good readin' material. 
DaveyDoom
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I've pissed all over myself more than I care to remember. Pissed on friends, beds, closet doors, furniture, friends furniture... I drink a little.
That was a funny read and brings back memories, thanks.
I wasn't quite of age when the original was in operation, but had uncles who frequented. I have been to the resurrected one a few times.
If you know the EF, then you certainly know the STONE BALLOON in Newark, DE.??? You have to.
I buy my scrapple from a local butchershop so I know I get the real deal, but you are probably thinking of either Hatfield or Rappa? Both have red, white and blue labeling. I do eat it at least once a week. Had it today at a diner and they didn't know how to cook it right. It is an art.
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Stone Balloon, nope, sorry. Living in philly we didn't really have to go out of the city to see a concert. Upper Darby to the tower theater was about the furthest. Thankfully I didn't have that pissing problem cause I didn't really drink, except for keg parties and a summer in the pocono mountains but that's another story or three. Getting back to the concerts. I remember seeing Jo Jo Gunn, Yes and The Eagles together at the spectrum for five bucks. I vaguely remember halloween night 1976 and seeing Jethro Tull at the spectrum. I forget the opening act but Ian Anderson is such a showman if you ever see him you won't forget. The reason I vaguely remember is, ludes. Good old ludes. Now a lot of people will tell you that Lemon 714's were the original ludes, they weren't. The original, mcneil laboratories methaqualone, or McNeil 300's. The reason I know this, McNeil was in the area where I grew up and one of my very close friends from school worked there as a janitor at night sweeping up the floors of all the pills that fell off the conveyor belts during the day. His job was to simply sweep them up and take them out to the trash. This was 75/76 and the laws back then weren't very strict. Well he trashed them alright, or should I say they trashed him and everyone else in the neighborhood. For close friends like me, ten bucks for a hundred ludes and these babies were powerful, not like the Lemon's. This is why I have such a hard time remembering the small details in the big picture. If it wasn't ludes, it was acid, or speed or some type of downs and the ever present weed and in the winter hash. Till this day every time I hear Skynard and That Smell, I think of Tom...well they call you prince charming, can't speak a word when you're full of ludes. That was him to a T.
Hatfield, dare I say, that's the real mccoy. I can't stand mushy scrapple. What is so hard about making it crisp on the outside?
Hatfield, dare I say, that's the real mccoy. I can't stand mushy scrapple. What is so hard about making it crisp on the outside?
