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Well ladies and gentlemen, as promised in yesterday’s blog I spent time in the backyard starter kit this morning reading The Restaurant At The End Of The Universe while dining on dry Corn Chex, and cranberry grape juice.
The original intent was to have Hope out there with me, but Faith and her exercise in felonious assault with a cone of silence joined me instead.
As I sat there and highlighted the phrase: “Listen three eyes,” he said, “don’t you try to outweird me, I get stranger things than you free with my breakfast cereal.” with the thought that such a phrase would really come in handy sometime, the song “Sister Golden Hair” by America came up on the ole shuffle feature of my iPhone.
There’s a less than interesting story to tell about the band America. That’s not to say that the band America is less than interesting. It’s just my story that lacks any major excitement short of a sexy underwear joke and an eye catching video at the end of the blog.
On July 4, 1984, the TharpSter Mom and I went to a concert at the Casper Events Center in Casper, Wyoming. America was the headline act complete with a fireworks show afterward. It should probably be stated here that there was another story going on in my life at the same exact time and place involving some friends. Sadly enough, that story is just as boring as the one you’ve made the unfortunate choice of opting to read, so I won’t torture you anymore than what’s on order for the evening.
Just hang in there, trooper. The sexy underwear joke and eye catching video are just around the corner.
Anyway, America took the stage and proceeded to play their set. As it was announced earlier in the evening, they had opened up for The Beach Boys earlier in the day in Washington D.C., and then flew in to Casper, Wyoming (of all places) to play their gig.
A few songs into the concert, they continued to rock the house in the only way they knew how.
Note to litterary devices: Sexy underwear joke, you’re on deck.
So America started a song I didn’t know. For what it’s worth, I didn’t know too many of them. I can only think of one of them right now.
They got through the first verse.
They sang the chorus.
As they began the second verse, one of the band members took his hands off of his guitar, and called for his band mates to stop playing.
Just like that.
“I’m sorry ladies and gentlemen,” he said, “we’re having a technical difficulty with my guitar here.” With that, a roadie brought out a new guitar for the man. They then started the song over.
“Geez,” I uttered to Mom, “I guess that G string was really bothering him.”
Pause for effect.
Yeah, that’s all I have on the band America.
After I finished off my cereal and juice, I retreated inside to do some weekend warrior stuff. The kitchen faucet has been problematic for awhile, and it was time to replace it.
Note to litterary devices: The underwear joke bombed. Eye catching video, you’re now in the hopper.
One of the wonderful things about life here in the 21st century is the presence of the internet. You can find anything out here, including stupid jokes likening the G string of a guitar to sexy underwear.
The other thing you can find is instructional videos on how to do various home repairs. Frankly, I’m thanking my lucky stars I was able to find one on changing out a kitchen faucet. Fortunately, I was able to refer back to it a few times to make sure I was doing everything correctly.
