Post by My Avatar Is A Hot Babe on May 18, 2019 18:02:04 GMT
STeVE Hoffman said:
I love Joey. In the late 1970's I was standing with my friend in Tower Records, Sunset Strip and I saw her walk in the door, alone. She tried to get someone to help her, anyone, but it was too busy, too crowded. I went over to her, asked her if I could help. She looked me over and said "I know you're too young to work here but your hair tells me that you know where everything is. Am I right?"
I told her that I knew where everything was many times over and what was she looking for? She needed to desperately find "THE THREE BELLS" by the Browns. I led her (wanted to lead her by the hand but was too shy) over to the Country & Western section and found her the "Best Of The Browns" LP on RCA-Victor. When I handed it to her she sort of squealed and kissed me on the forehead, pranced off to buy it. She was wearing black dancing tights and I watched her go all the way to the counter and out the door. No one else even blinked, the sillies.
That's my one and only JOEY story..
Of course, people were pretty jaded at that Tower. I saw Stevie Nicks in there and no one blinked either. I saw the ENTIRE band BADFINGER in there as well and I was the only one who made any kind of fuss...
Post by Felonious Spunk on May 18, 2019 18:26:50 GMT
No lunch, no sale.
"I must say though, artists like Kurt or Thelonious Monk who people think have something to say of the highest importance but are really just suicidal or insane sort of freak me out. Why? Well, everyone thought Monk was really "out there" but they followed his lead and jazz changed. Turns out he really was insane and was finally locked up. Does that mean that the jazzers were wrong to follow him? No, but still." - STeVE
Your hair tells me that you know where the mullet rawk section is. You know, like 38 Special and the Eddie and the Cruisers soundtrack album. Am I right?"
Like a slacker Forrest Gump, all of Hoffman's stories depict a life spent aimlessly loitering in record stores, television studios, corridors in mastering suites, lunch counters, and Taco Bells before being unwittingly accosted by bottom-tier no mark celebrities like Joey Heatherton or the drummer and/or roadie from Leo Sayer's touring band. And these are supposed to be the highlights of his life. Go figure.
Good for Steve that he got it together later in life and developed real skills and interests such as Leica photography and Jaeger-LeCoultre watch collecting.
This really happened. There were multiple witnesses in Tower Records that day. They would confirm Steve's story, but unfortunately they are all dead now: Jim Gordon's mother, Kim Fowley, Dave Dexter Jr., whichever ex-wife of Hal Blaine's who was already dead by 1978, a couple of Firefall roadies, the guy from the tee vee who would dress as a waiter/butler/sales clerk and exclaim "YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS??" to wild applause from the drugged teevee audience, what's her name who played Miss Kitty on Gunsmoke.... Man, the Strip was a veritable circus in those days. Wild times. Crazy living. Boogie chillen. 1969 was 50 years ago and 1978 was only 9 years after that. Can you believe it? Can you?? Seems like yesterday.
Post by Flat Transfer on May 20, 2019 22:13:20 GMT
Here's how it really happened.
STeVE's father took him out shopping in the early 1990s. Gave him some extra money on top of his weekly allowance. STEVE bought a neat THREE DOG NIGHT ceedee that day. Then he saw JOEY HEATHERTON on a TV show. Gave him a neat boner. The End.
Look, Pal, they work great. They are for rich people though. If you've never heard them you can't have an opinion on the way they sound so yap up. -SH
You're not worshiping me per se, but what I STAND FOR: The best sounding music out there! -SH