Today is my birthday! well.. not MY birthday, Black Francis birthday and since they'll probably shut down my internet tomorrow im gonna spend my whole day listening to all his albums.

Played full time pro from 1977 thru 1981. Disco killed our band. Was in a few really good cover bands later but "retired" in the mid 90s. Lots of disposable income came to play within the last 15 years so I bought a ton of stuff. Things have changed so it's time to sell it all off.

I still play all the time and my chops are about as good as they've ever been but RA is beginning to cut that down a bit. Been jamming all morning BTW.

Mr. C's Rock Palace. Lowell, Mass. 1979. Crowd of about 1000. We slayed them. Unfortunately for us, there was no iPhones or digital cameras to document everything. I so wish I had more pictures and video from those times.

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yeah man

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Thing is Disco died in pop culture in the late 70's but it stayed very much alive in the club scene for one simple reason.

Getting laid.

Smoke a joint, have few drinks, maybe snort a line, get on the dance floor and pick out a filly. Make a few Travolta moves while keeping the groove.

She will **** you. That's how it was.

AIDS ruined that vibe forever.

Pop music in the 70s was better and so much more innovative than what we have today...

sounds very rock n roll

Got a complimentary coffee today purely for getting stuck behind a couple of divas who held up the whole line. Needless to say, the baristas got a big tip for that one.

I won't deny that some men did this, but I didn't. Fuck that. I'd rather pull my pud for the rest of my life than demean myself in a fucking meat market again, I figured out in the '70's that it ain't worth the degradation. It ain't the end of the world to yoink one off, it really isn't.


Nope.


No, it just accelerated the acceptance of condoms. Yet another indignity I never had to deal with.

Condoms?

It's a self-ingratiating way of confessing that he never gets laid.