A rainy day in the shop

I am watching the rain fall outside. I'm in the shop, listening to a record I forgot how much I like.
Pete Townsend and Ronnie Lane Rough Mix. It is a great lazy day record and this is down time that is being fully apreciated. I'll blow off the dust of Every Picture Tells A Story and stuff those wires back into my new headlight bucket in the Scrambler. Black Friday's rock.

Rain in So Cal,,, ,,warm rain,,,,hope the mud don't slide,,,,,not busy me either,,,,cept it's 8F outside,,,stuck in with the evil woman,,,made some home made chicken n prosciutto raviolli,,still bitchin WTF,,,gonna be a long weekend,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

It may be raining, but we have this going on here this weekend:

For looking out the raindripped window and reflecting, nothing is much better than Gino Vannelli's, Storm At Sunup.

I was a busboy-bellboy at the Holiday Inn in seventy five.
Carry his bloody luggage out.
We had a Mr Moore, the manager of George Foreman, staying allong with the Spinks brothers Micheal and Leon. They would fook with the skinny white bellboy and switch between which car I would need to load thier luggage into. " Move it into the mercedes, move back to the Volvo, Put it into my Ford."
Then tip me a whole buck for twenty minutes of musicle trunks. They got the better of me and I would bite my bottum lip from saying anything.
I would sit in front of my stereo at home and play Tommy and Quad over and over. I loved the rock opera.
I saw tge original Wall concert in LA and caught The Who in Oakland in seventythree?
Pete Townsend wrote a book that was a fuckingcrazy read. He is pure brilliant or a raving loony, there may be I fine line between. You'll have to ask Ronin how thin that line actually is the next tyme he rears his head.

You gotta cut AGRO some slack...he is a young whipper snapper in an old man body!! Mike...with all that vinyl, you are gonna be very popular in Florida. Break out the large collar paisley shirts, platform shoes, spin a platter and strike a pose!!!

Concerts; I'd rather go see Sammy Hagar again...great scenery from the front rows!!

First: Mad Dog is an awesome name for an oldies, biking DJ.
Second: I would love to hear a DJ playing vinyl again. The list crackles just before the music starts.
Pure feckin' heaven.