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so you both had a thin sound in 1987, don’t feel bad!
I was the strolling accordionist in the House of the Rising Sun, when one of the hookers wised me up. “Accordions are for old men,” she said. “You’re not that old yet. Learn to play guitar, and you’ll be more popular.” Well, she was right about that, I was only fourteen.
“Where do I get a guitar?” I asked. “The internet hasn’t been invented yet.”
“That’s true,” she said. “Al Gore hasn’t been born yet. Heck, it’s only 1934.” We were both at a loss. I got dressed, paid her the two bits and went back to work.
The next day as the hookers were fighting over whose turn it was to wear the one pair of underpants they had to share, the one who was my friend said, “Psst. I have something for you.” I went into her room, and on the cot was a guitar case. Inside was a PRS. “How...” I asked.
She smiled and said something about a visit from this guy in a stainless steel car, but I didn’t really listen, I was so enthralled by this PRS. I picked it up, and it played so easily - I was able to play Stairway To Heaven perfectly, including the solo, which was pretty amazing for two reasons: one, I’d never played the guitar before; and two, the song wouldn’t be written for 37 years.
This is the magic of a PRS. You can do the not-yet-possible on it.
Unfortunately, a few days later I was abducted by aliens, and when I was returned to Earth, I was still only 14, but 30 years had passed in Earth-time, and the House of the Rising Sun was torn down and the property had been turned into a parking lot. There was no hope of finding my PRS.
I would have to wait it out until they started making them. It was to prove a long wait through a dark tunnel. Because I lived in a tunnel, since the House of the Rising Sun was no longer around, and there wasn’t much of a market for fourteen year old strolling accordionists. The next 21 years were kind of a blur. At some point I got drafted into the Navy and wound up in a weather station at the South Pole. I learned something important at the South Pole: just about everywhere else is more fun.
Except law school. The South Pole is infinitely more fun than law school, though either way you’re going to need a lot of alcohol.
Umm, yeah! I could row a boat like a champ with this...
Your mom and I both played the accordion?
Hmmm. Maybe she and I are both aliens from outer space?
so you both had a thin sound in 1987, don’t feel bad!
My Mum was the Irish accordion champion when she was 9. Boom.
Hey now, this isn't a "my Mum can beat your Mom contest!"My Mum was the Irish accordion champion when she was 9. Boom.
Me tooI was still kind of thin in 1987...
I was still kind of thin in 1987...
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In 20 years I've added 20 Lbs. A pound a year. I really need to drop the 20.Me three. Lets see, '87.....6'3" 150lbs.......I've added a hundo since then
87 I was 6'3" and and had ballooned to 175 as I was hitting the nautilus stuff a couple times a week. I've added 10 since then.Me three. Lets see, '87.....6'3" 150lbs.......I've added a hundo since then
87 I was 6'3" and and had ballooned to 175 as I was hitting the nautilus stuff a couple times a week. I've added 10 since then.
Well, this last 10 lbs is NOT because I hit the gym 3 days a week and play ball the others. LOL10 pounds???
Rookie...
Brings back memories (post #96)Holy crap... the same year as my old T-60 and everything.......
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