OK, so I'm reading Peter Carey's "His Illegal Self" and its about 60's radicals, among other things, and Carey is throwing in real names with fictional names. Well, when I read I like to google things in the book and find out if they're real, etc. One name mentioned was Bill Hicks, so I googled it. Turns out he's a famous (and dead) comic. Should have none that. And of course, it lead me to You Tube. And then good ole Sam Kinison popped into my head. For those of you that are still cutting your teeth, you probably won't remember this genius. Of course, you've seen him in "Back To School." But aside from that, this guy was the shit back in the 80's. And then, completely out of nowhere, he dies in a car crash. And we lost a great one.
I've been wondering lately which one of my kids is going to catch the music bug. Or if any of them will. I was about 8 years old (Wyatt's age) when I caught the bug. I remember a Christmas around that time when I got two albums, Elton John's Greatest Hits and Neil Diamond's Greatest Hits. I wore those albums out! And my aunt Nan loaned me a stack of albums and said that one day I'd thank her. I can't remember the exact albums, but I know one was Frank Zappa. One was the Rolling Stones. I believe there was a Zeppelin and a Grateful Dead. When I first got into music, it was all vinyl. There was a local music shop in Fayetteville called Paradise Records. They also had tapes. Then one day these things called CDs appeared. The CD section was tiny at first. And my first CD was Huey Lewis and the News 'Sports.' But that section quickly grew and before you knew it, the record section was almost non-existent. We used to go to the record shop all the time. Back th...
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