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Kelda:
:laugh: :laugh:
Shakesthecoffecan:
London and Rome! Wow you are the world traveller. Send me a post card, let me know your there.
CellarDweller:
--- Quote from: shakesthecoffeecan on August 20, 2010, 08:53:45 pm ---London and Rome! Wow you are the world traveller. Send me a post card, let me know your there.
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;D :-*
Kelda:
--- Quote from: shakesthecoffeecan on August 20, 2010, 08:53:45 pm ---London and Rome! Wow you are the world traveller. Send me a post card, let me know your there.
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;D
Shakesthecoffecan:
On this day, 20 years ago I was driving down Depot Street listening to the news on the radio when I heard the news: Stevie Ray Vaughn had died early that morning in a helicopter crash.
I was stunned. How could such a thing happen?
In my drinking days, Stevie Ray was it. His home grown Texas blues was the soundtrack of my world. The lyrics I kept around to remind me to stay away from the dark side of life.
Twice I got to see him.
The first time was Halloween, 1985 and he was performing in Knoxville. Jason and the Scorchers were opening up for him. Four of us went in two cars. I rode with my friend the Rev. Billy Bob Karma, who was at the time the only Buddist in Southwest Virginia. He had a 1984 Mustang with a bad paint job. We stopped at the Package store headed out of town and bought multiple minibottles of Ameretto that we mixed with Mountain Dew on our heroic drive south.
Our average speed was 108 miles an hour. We passed everything on the road!
The show was in a large area at UT, and was about half full, a lot of bikers were there. A lot of college kids dressed up for halloween. It was a fright. Stevie Ray came out finally and whailed on that guitar, his feathered hat a bobbin' and I was happy, happy I had picked up on something special before it got ruined by popularity.
That night at one am, returning thru Fall Branch, Tennessee me and the Rev. Karma were the last customers at a Wendy's drive thru. He ordered a burger "and I don't want no goddamn pickles on it!" he demanded. When we got our orders the window was locked and the lights went out and he dicovered they had put every goddamn pickle in the place on it.
The second and final time was on Friday the 13th of February, 1986, in Johnson City (pronounced "Jon'city") Tennessee, at Freedom Hall, a small arena. It was also a full moon, the media claimed it would be the last time such would happen that century, and now that century is long behind us.
I met up with my friends at a bar downtown where they had been drinking all afternoon. One of them, a very masculine girl named Becky, later passed out and was carried into the place, where she was set in a seat and missed the whole show. I with a buddy, went down on the floor and up close to the stage where he played Voodoo chile, and everyone was dancing and moving to the music. It was wonderful. It was the pinnacle of my rock and roll experience.
Three years of change later, there would be no more chances to see him, but memories I would never forget. I can still feel those chords reverberate in my chest.
Here kitty, kitty.
[youtube=425,350]http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wPDJicA816s[/youtube]
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