RIP Mike Smith (Dave Clark Five)
I remember my Aunts playing the Dave Clark Five LPs back when Lennon famously said the Beatles were more popular than Jesus. After my grandfather, the Baptist Preacher, banned all things Beatles, DCF was allowed to stay in his home, and that was saying something since even their music was considered *dance music* and everybody knows a good Baptist can do anything except play cards and dance.
Here’s a good clip, in all it’s cheesy 60s glory. Check out those fancy feet at 4:45. Moonwalk didn’t have anything over DCF. OMG! Look at that beehive at 6:45! Is that Amy Winehouse? Nope, it’s somebody named Helen Shapiro. My mistake.
All told, I think “Catch Us If You Can” is my favorite:
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Apparently Helen is another Jew for Jesus.
Good find, Cloots. Hopefully, Ms. Winehouse will find something in her life to grab unto to save herself. I flipped a little when I saw Helen in that clip because the resemblance to Amy is eerie.
You’re still a good Baptist………..right PA?
I dunno. I could be tempted by a good game of Euchre. Or Spades. Can we even call that card game by that name anymore?
I think it’s still ok to call a spade, a spade.
I think the proper word African-Americard.
Anyone ever played Brazil Nut Bingo?
No. How do you play?
I don’t know. I was hoping you might be able to tell me.
I’ve never heard of it so you must know more than I do. Why don’t you do some research and teach us what you learn? It sounds like fun.
African-Americard.
WTF is that? A segregated credit card?
Racist bastards…
I missed this so excuse my late comment. I just wanted to say that I was a huge fan of the DC5 back in the day. Just another thing (in addition to our good looks) that PA and I have in common.
*starts singing Bits and Pieces*
“PA and I have in common”
and our good taste in music.
Hey PA,
About the snowing in Dallas thing?
It was 50 here yesterday and now we are well on our way to a foot of snow.
It took me three hours to drive back thirty miles from visiting a friend tonight — with four wheel drive.
And, one of my wipers exploded. That’s a new one on me.
I bought a new wiper yesterday because the wiper on the passenger side started to slip off the wiper thingy. When I went to the store, I found that wipers have become solid gold plated — or something. Not cheap, and not in pairs anymore. Twenty bucks for a single wiper? I normally replace them both, but I was just driving by and figured that one would be fine.
So, I looked in the little book to see if I could find one of the cheaper wipers and come to find out that my truck takes two different sizes for the driver and passenger — don’t worry, I’ll get there.
I walked out of the store on a fifty degree, slightly rainy day and put the good wiper on the driver’s side and the old one on the passenger side and drove away happy.
Until tonight.
I met a buddy that lives kind of far away for dinner — we met half way. All day on the news they warned of a snow storm. Ninety per cent of the time they are full of crap. Not tonight.
It snowed harder than I have seen it in years. It was gorgeous. Blizzard conditions, blowing snow — everything coated in white. Barely able to see ten feet in front of my truck. One of those nights where it’s so brutal that you actually appreciate it because it’s — winter in all it’s glory. Plus, I drive a four wheel truck all year and this was one of those nights where all that wasted gas was going to redeem itself.
I was blasting along at a comfortable thirty miles an hour on the expressway, trying not to overdrive my lights. Staying in the left lane and passing all the idiots that think a Mustang makes a good Michigan winter car. But, passing everyone.
Then it happened.
The old wiper that I moved to the passenger side started to ice up and FLAIL around. A huge hunk of ice on the end and swinging all over the place.
I think, “ok, that’s a little weird, but I have a brand new wiper on this side so — all is good.”
The old wiper with the big hunk of ice on it started swinging farther and farther to the left. Coming closer and closer to the good wiper as it traced it’s path across the windshield. So, I slowed the wipers down as much as I could — to no avail.
It just picked up more ice!
Kablooey!!!
The wipers hit eachother. The first time it just made a little thumping sound. Then, it seemed like they were at war with each other.
I knew I was in trouble. So, I tried to get over.
However, both wipers were now stuck together at one end and were now swinging wildly away.
The wiper on my side was still clearing a small corner in the lower left side if the widshield so I was desperately trying to look out that small swath of windshield and pull over.
SPROING!!!
The good wiper broke in half and launched itself into the darkness.
Kinda sucked.
The wiper on the right was bent half upwards and was only clearing a small swath on the right side that I tried to peer through as I pullled off the next exit.
Luckily, I still had the old wiper that had been replaced, so I put that on in a parking lot.
It lasted about half a mile before it decided to start swinging around on the end of the wiper arm.
Thank God for duct tape.
I stood in the snow and wind, bitched up a storm, and duct taped the damn thing onto the wiper arm and drove the rest of the way home. I tried to stop at the auto parts store, but it closed five minutes before I got there.
All in all — a fun night.
I met a buddy that lives kind of far away for
dinnerour monthly bathhouse visit.A buddy huh? Is that what you call it now?
* I’m glad you made it home safe.
The snow here was beautiful, big happy faced looking snow. That lasted until it hit the warm ground.
Glad you made it home safe.
I never heard of anything like that happening with a wiper. But you have met and lived to tell of meeting wickedpinto, too, so you do lead a strange life