Sorry. I had the steeerio turned up loud.
Reminds me of a funny story.
Back when, I was a Young Reptile in Collage.
I had this buddy named Don. Don lived in this trailer out in the country. I mean about a half a mile behind a farm house, and there was NOTHING within 1000 yards except for Vegetable Matter.
This trailer was one of those old "Airstream" style trailers, one bedroom, the whole trailer was about 25' long and about 9' wide. In the "front room", which was the room besides the bedroom, Don had three chairs and a 500 watt stereo amp and two Marshall stacks, (which contained two 15" speakers, just as they do now). This was state-of-the-art at the time.
Don was a Rock and Roll aficionado. He didn't play a musical instrument, but all his friends were musicians.
He was the Consummate Host. Yes, indeedy. Always fun to cruise over to the Silver Bullet, accept the Excellent Hospitality, and listen to the tunes, primarily due to the fact that he had a hearing problem and had a habit of turning the little homemade stereo outfit up to 10.
If Don had a record on, you could hear it from the state road a half a mile away, assuming he had his windows closed. Everything in the damn trailer would vibrate, plates would vibrate off the counter, the toilet paper in the john would unroll by itself, we're talking Chuck Yaeger X-1 style entertainment here.
It was a trip, as it were, so to speak.
Of a Friday or Saturday, Don the Wealthy would drive into town and purchase whatever new rock albums had been released that week.
This one Friday evening, I stopped by and he had just come from the record store. He said he had just that afternoon purchased, amonst other things, a new record by some new British band, and was interested in hearing it for the first time, and would I care to join him?
But of course!
The album was black and white with a picture of an old style blimp on it.
Never heard of 'em. Let's see what they got.
We did our usual customary Relaxing For New Album Preparations, (cold drink, comfy chair, and so on), and then he put one Side One, Cut One, in a little room about 9' X 12', with 2 Marshall stacks, turned up to 10.
"Good Times, Bad Times"
Still brings back vibration memories.
Anyway!
The question that The Bad Man refuses to answer is this;
"In your perfect world, say 100 or 200 years in the future (you pick the time frame) what happened to the Jews, the Buddhists, the Taoists, and the Catholics?"
Guess why he won't answer me. heh heh. |
