March 15, 2009

Holy Cannoli! It’s 1966 Again!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 2:35 pm

Boffo!

Hit bound!

Chart buster!

Not exactly.

The Very Brief Backstory

It was 1966. Hell, I wasn’t even old enough to legally drink. I played in a band with a name that would be most politically incorrect nowadays, but back then, it was a pretty handy gimmick, given the appearance of the group, which was comprised of three Japanese-American brothers and two caucasians, one of whom was Yours Truly. The name of the band was “Saby and the Orientals,” and we performed wearing happi coats (here is the closest image I could find of how they looked).

Annnnnyway, as I said, it was 1966, the British Invasion was in full swing, so we thought we should make a record. Saby (pronounced “Sobby”) had written a bunch of songs, so we picked out two of them and arranged for (i.e. paid for) some studio time in New York City. I think we had only purchased two hours, so it was a case of hustle in, set up and try to get it “right” the first time. It was then we learned that we wouldn’t be singing and playing at the same time. First we would have to do the music track and then stand in front of the recording guys and sing into boom microphones to our track — no headphones. I didn’t know what to do with my hands. Pretty low tech by today’s standards, methinks.

This was back in the days of 45 RPM records, so we recorded an “A” side and a “B side.” About a week or so later, we picked up a couple hundred 45’s. We handed them out to friends and even naively sent a couple to radio stations. We learned that it actually got played once on some station in Albany and on another in Hawaii.

A year or so later, Life 101 took us in various directions (for me, following college graduation, it was a couple years in the Army). The three brothers moved to places like Colorado and Hawaii. Ed packed up his guitar and became an insurance company executive.

Many years later (in 2002) we had a reunion in Colorado and a friend of one of the guys put the 45 on to a CD. I tucked it away, never giving it much thought until I came across it a week or so ago while cleaning out some bookcases.

So, I sort of figured out how to place it somewhere out there in the ether so you can hear it. There is probably a more efficient way of doing that, but I remain cyber-challenged.

The Players
Guitar – Saburo (Saby)
Organ – Tatsuo (Tatsy)
Bass – Hideo
Guitar – Ed
Drums – Me

The Disclaimer
Hey, it was 1966.

The Songs
Baby Come my Way
(I’m the guy who sounds like Gary Lewis)

Little Girl.
That’s Ed out front.

We’ve gotten together every two years since 2002. I’ve written about the record and our subsequent reunions before, including noting that someone was selling one of the 45’s for $200.00 and “Little Girl” found its way to an album called The The White Group Sound. Obviously, the person who put the album together never saw the band.

Saby still writes songs and plays professionally (keyboard, these days) on the beautiful island of Maui.

So, there you have it. No cyber tomatoes, please. As I said, it was 1966.

March 13, 2009

Chinese Bluegrass.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 7:34 pm

No, really. Check it out.

Via my buddy Brian, the Air Force Vet.

March 12, 2009

Jersey Pig, Jersey Pork.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 7:02 pm

The Jersey Pig
Behold my former State Assemblyman. (You’ll have to click the link, because if I describe what this jerk admitted doing, I would attract all sorts of sicko spam.) Swell guy.

Jersey Pork
Lautenberg, Menendez and Jersey Congresspeeps sure love those Jersey earmarks. The $159.8 million will gives the liars, crooks and thieves politicians an appetizer to nibble on while they wait for the main course, which is the boatload of stimulus money that will surely come their way.

A detailed list of the projects in New Jersey that will be funded by taxpayers in all fifty states is here (pdf). I know you non-Garden-Staters are thinking, “Holy crap! What about cranberries and blueberries? Nothing for them? What will become of the cranberries and blueberries?”

Don’t panic; there is money in there ($451 thousand) for cranberry and blueberry research.

What a country.

March 11, 2009

May the Force Be With Us.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 8:27 pm

debt-star

Shamelessly snagged from The Brier Patch, and he shamelessly snagged it from here.

March 10, 2009

This Was A Test.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 8:39 pm

We failed.

I don’t think these assholes would have played such games with President Reagan or even President Bush – either one of them.

March 9, 2009

Are You an American Taxpayer?

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 8:49 pm

If so, here are two short videos you absolutely must see. The arrogance of our “public servants” is beyond the pale.

Here is Charlie Rangel, democrat Congressman from Harlem, a writer of tax laws and noted tax cheat, telling a citizen to “mind his goddamned business.”

Here is a a Chicago Alderman’s charming way of dealing with a citizen who wished to present him with a petition.

No comment seems necessary.

Update: I fixed the broken link. Thanks, Dave.

March 8, 2009

The Telecrapper.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 12:06 pm

obama-teleprompter

We have recently learned that Barack Obama is “addicted” to the teleprompter. I suppose this is not very surprising given how busy he has been destroying the free-market economy saving the United States, the free world the planet. In fact, we also learned that doing all this changey stuff has him a bit “overwhelmed,” so much so that he often forgets how to manage some very basic things.

Hence the Telecrapper.

PRS Operatives have learned that the President has had a Telecrapper, a specially designed teleprompter-like device, installed in each of the private bathrooms in the White House. As such, when the President feels a bathroom Urge of The Second Kind, he flips a switch on the Telecrapper for some necessary prompting.

PRS has managed to get an exclusive, first-hand look at the device and its associated script:

UNBUCKLE BELT

UNBUTTON TROUSERS

UNZIP FLY

PULL TROUSERS DOWN

PULL UNDERWEAR DOWN

SIT

SQUEEZE/PUSH (IT’S OK TO PEE TOO)

LISTEN FOR PLOP/SPLASH

UNROLL SOME TOILET PAPER (THE SOFT STUFF IS OK; YOU’RE THE PRESIDENT)

FOLD OR CRUMPLE (YOUR CHOICE)

WIPE AND REPEAT WITH MORE PAPER UNTIL PAPER IS CLEAN

DROP SOILED PAPER INTO TOILET

FLUSH

STAND

PULL UNDERWEAR UP

PULL TROUSERS UP

TUCK IN SHIRT/BUTTON TROUSERS

ZIP FLY

BUCKLE BELT

CONGRATULATIONS. YOU HAVE SUCCESSFULLY COMPLETED YOUR BIOTASK.

We were informed that last week the President tried to kick his Telecrapper addiction, cold turkey, and he forgot the “Pull Underwear Down” step. Joe Biden was called to help clean up.

Reliable sources tell us that the President has a similar script loaded into his Blackberry for those occasions when he is away from the White House.

March 7, 2009

The New Girlfriend.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 2:50 pm

Mom: Your father and I are anxious to meet your new girlfriend.

Dad: We sure are, son. I’ll bet she’s a real looker.

Son: She sure is, and I have more good news.

Mom: Really? Do tell.

Son: I asked her to marry me and she said “yes.” We’re getting married in two months!

Mom: Oh, my. There is so much to do between now and then. So many arrangements to be made. What’s the hurry? Is she pr——?

Son: No, not that. She’s just so special, I don’t want to give her time to change her mind is all.

Dad: So, when do get to meet the little lady?

Son: I’ll bring her by tomorrow, but I have a picture with me.

Mom: Oh, we’re so excited for you. Let’s see her picture.

Son: Here she is.

Mom:

Dad:

(Note: The story on the photo is here.)

March 6, 2009

Ahhhhh…….Choooo!

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 11:04 pm

I sat down to blog and had a sneezing fit. What’s up wit dat?

Bad ice?

You’ve been spared.

You’re welcome.

March 5, 2009

Hostileman.

Filed under: Uncategorized — Jim @ 10:33 pm

I’ve been watching, listening and reading the news, and, because of that, I am very bad company at the moment. I also realize that it is impossible to blog when the monitor is fogged from steam coming out of one’s ears.

It’s not easy to be mellow while watching one’s country being flushed down the crapper.

That is all.

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