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My friends nephew's band:
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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sU5YG5Fdizg The guitars! Quote:
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Flamenco-A-Go-Go is a favorite album of mine and this tune was only featured on the import version. My first time hearing it today:
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Remembering Lloyd, Part 1:
It was around the turn of the century and Lloyd had a big problem. It was a land problem. The ******* (his words) who had purchased the lot next door had built up the soil so much that it turned his large back yard into a small pond. Lloyd pondered this for a few weeks, and finally came up with a plan. Being that he was in the heavy equipment union Local 150 and just happened to know quite a few people with dump trucks, he bought 75 loads of dirt and made a small mountain that divided his property and the new ******* neighbors. I happened to learn about this one day when I went over to jam and he was in a small Bobcat, pushing the dirt as close to the *******s property as he could, all while yelling expletives and laughing hysterically. Truck after truck rolled in and the mountain got bigger and bigger, and he actually made a small indentation at the top of it and created a small waterfall that would trickle down into the *******s property, which all but destroyed the foundations they were pouring for some multi-family ranch style townhomes that were about to be built. This huge mound of dirt would later be dubbed "Mt. Lloyd" and would live on in the folklore of our small little community of friends. The ******* who owned the other property had to get the village involved, but there was nothing they could do since his plot sat on unincorporated land and was grandfathered into quite a few clauses and bylaws. ******* had to spend quite a few thousand more to "Properly" redirect the drainage and Lloyd never once heard from him again. It was a beautiful sight to behold my friends. A beautiful sight. |
Remembering Lloyd, Part 2:
Lloyd and me had been doing a small coffee shop and bar tour in the 90's and were regulars at one local shop where we played with our 2-Man band. We were good friends with the owner and her husband, who would also do magic shows and is still to this day a fixture and legend in the surrounding area. One day Lloyd informed me that we had a new gig out east at a local dive bar and he wanted to try out some new places since the locals had had quite a bit of us for the last few months. He said we'd probably make 50 bucks or so and I had no problem with that. I would have played in a garbage dump for free, I just loved to play. So, we packed up our stuff and headed out to the seedy side of the south side of Chicago. We arrived and went in through the back door with our stuff, and the first thing I noticed besides the smell, was that there were only 2-3 people there including the bar tender/owner. This was on a Saturday evening, right around 5 or 6pm so I figured the place wouldn't come alive for another few hours. We set up, started our set and got a few tunes in playing for the bar flies that were hardly awake enough to notice we were even there. Suddenly, the door swung open and this huge biker dude came storming in and quickly ordered a beer like he was late for something. He was undoubtedly in hurry for some reason. He glanced over at us and then did a double take and shouted "Lloyd!". Apparently, this was some sort of acquaintance of my friend. We took a break and Lloyd introduced me and they got a little caught up on things quickly, then biker dude told us he'd be back in a little while with some friends. What was transpiring out the bar door and down the block was a funeral for a lost brother. A Biker Funeral. If you've ever witnessed one of these, you can understand the enormity of the crowd that was about to descend upon us. The bar was packed to the point of having absolutely no stage left to move around on, and with this erasing of the line between performers and audience, it was a total free-for-all. I gave up my guitar to someone who I had no idea who they were but they said they could play. Lloyd did the same. We somehow got them back at one point and were being requested quite a few tunes that we had to improvise and gloss over, but I'll tell you that crowd didn't give a ****. They just wanted some noise and we were more than happy to oblige. Lloyd and me walked out of their with a few hundred a piece. I've played in quite a few bands, and have had some great nights, but that one night is burned into my memory as one of the most boisterously music filled adventures I have ever been on. It was all thanks to my friend. https://i.imgur.com/hdIzUvS.jpg |
Thanks for sharing your remembrances of Lloyd here, Plank. He seems like such a colorful guy and I hope you can take comfort in recalling all the good times you shared. Some people are just determined - much more determined than most people - to be completely themselves. Lloyd seems to have been that type of person.
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Remembering Lloyd, Part 3:
In 2012 my lady friend was diagnosed with cancer. She went through a few months of chemo and would be drained and just generally miserable all the while trying to live life as best she could under the circumstances. One day she decided to head over to Lloyds with me to listen to the evenings jam session, which happened every once in a while, but this was to get her out of the house and lift her spirits a bit. At some point in the evening Lloyd came out from somewhere in his house holding a box. He handed it to my lady friend and grinningly explained that "This is a box of smiles for you". It was just a decorative box, but the meaning behind it was so priceless and beautiful, and that was just how Lloyd was, always trying to help people out in the most interesting ways. Years later, when Lloyd was going through dialysis, and my lady friend had had a clean bill of health for quite a few years, she offered the Box Of Smiles back to him. He respectfully declined the generous offer and explained that it was her actual smiles that kept him in a happy place, and because of that he didn't require such things. She keeps it close to her heart and will always cherish that memory. https://i.imgur.com/Q7zNS06.png |
Remembering Lloyd, Parts 4 & 5:
For Part 4, I was thinking of telling the story of Lloyd's adventures in Jamaica, but after some serious thought, I wouldn't want to put anything out here that he might have considered private and told in confidence. I'll only say that he had a home there, where he would spend 6 months out of the year. He did this for decades and had quite a few friends and even family there. There are some crazy, unbelievable stories he's told me of those times, and I've even looked few of them up in the local Gazette news paper from there, and sure enough there they were. lol What a legend. For Part 5, I wanted to leave it all on a bit of a history note. Lloyds Uncle was the Mayor of the town next to where he lived many years ago. Being a church going man, he had strong opinions about Lloyd and his brothers and friends lifestyles. Like something out of an old movie, there was Lloyd and his brothers and friends with long hair, riding Harleys, and playing "that Rock and Roll music", and then there was his Uncle Mayor who despised all of that and would chase them out of town. Lots of yarns spun with that plot setting, and then years later, and unknown to me until even more years later, the town decided to pay tribute to Lloyds Uncle Mayor by installing a Disc Golf course. It bares the same namesake too. I play it all the time and have been for years. Lloyd got a real kick out of that, and every once in a while, when we'd sit down together for a visit, I'd take a little time... let the silence settle in a bit... and then quietly say... "I played Doogan today". He'd smile that smile that lets you know, you're with a true friend. I think I'll go play. https://i.imgur.com/WvzVBzM.jpg?1 |
Life sure is strange some days. I've been looking for a MinDisc player all week, and as soon as I submitted the above post I got a ding on my phone for a notification that a disc golf friend of mine has one for me. I'll be ripping all of these down to PC, they're recordings of Lloyd and me. I think I have to do it in real time, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I really don't mind.
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I was able to track down an MD player to hear my friend again. I have quite a few hours of recordings to get through and hopefully find a few gems. Here's a small sample of what I've found so far:
The Earth Is Screaming |
A friend rec'ed these dudes:
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-ST85Sui43Q They're a bit similar to Puya: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_UvYoKzz2zI I like it. |
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I used to run home from school to listen to this absolute gem of an album. It still takes me back to those days in the 70's.
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After hearing this tune and not knowing who it was but wanting to learn it and record it, I decided to look into who the Blue Stingrays were:
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Mike Campbell has been a bit underrated through the years, but the riffs on You Got Lucky and quite a few other TP & the HB'ers tunes have always been ear honey to my sound holes. Listening to the full album now, and it's a bit of a slow burner. Diggin it though. That 335 is getting some miles put on it. Full album: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3_pgSlG8NcA |
Help! I've fallen down the surf music rabbit hole and can't get up!
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I've never really listened to the lyrics in this tune until recently. I've lived this life, Paul. I get it my dude, I get it.
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