Saturday, January 15, 2011

HEY, BABY, YOU WANNA CLICK ME?

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If you're working on a blog bit and it's going to take several days or a week or more to complete, you can save your work in progress in the Blogger system and come back to it later.

The problem is, however, when you finally get the project finished and you publish it, the blog bit will get published in the blog sequence when it was first begun, NOT on the date when you actually completed it.

Therefore, my latest blog bit for 'STUFFS' titled "Original Motion Picture Soundtrack - BAY STREET" is not here, where it should be, but down below, where I don't want it. And there's no way to bump it up to this spot.

So, if you're interested in hearing songs about "my friends" and the good (and wild) times we had from 1980 through 1983, either scroll down a little bit or click me, baby, click me: "ME".

[And by the way, I will be coming after the first person who comments with something like, "Oh yeah, I used to have friends like that". No, you did not. You may have had friends, and you may have consumed some 80-proof in your day, but, doggone it, you DID NOT have friends like this! If so, show me the books, songs, and poems that they inspired.]

~ Stephen T. McCarthy

YE OLDE COMMENT POLICY: All comments, pro and con, are welcome. However, ad hominem attacks and disrespectful epithets will not be tolerated (read: "posted"). After all, this isn’t Amazon.com, so I don’t have to put up with that kind of bovine excrement.
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10 comments:

DiscConnected said...

Funny-the post shows on the dashboard today.

Stephen, lest my own little ramble give you the impression your friends are ANYTHING like my clan, perish da thought.

Three members of my old crew have individually logged more time as guests of the state than I'd guess all of your roomies put together!

Being from Southern California, your day-to-day life looked a lot more like my Jersey shore summers.

The September to May months in Upper Darby had a grittier look (less sun, more snow, taller buildings and no convertibles).

Of course how we spent the time was the same summer or winter-drunk and disorderly!

DiscConnected said...

Stephen-

Not sure if it's my PC being finicky or your link to the "soundtrack" post not working-thought I'd mention it.

Disc Idjit

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

DISCDUDE ~

>>.....Three members of my old crew have individually logged more time as guests of the state than I'd guess all of your roomies put together!

Not sure I'm following you, McBuddy. But this has nothing to do with being hoodlums, if that's what you're thinking. We were NOT hoodlums (regardless of what that guy said to his girlfriend outside of Zucky's one night). We were "wild" but "INNOCENT" (and we did the "Bay Street Shuffle").

Yes, it's true that a couple of guys saw the inside of an American hoosegow. And one "pinch hitter" dude did a fair stretch at L.A. County (we tried to visit him once but a sudden riot erupted causing everything to go into a state of lockdown and all visitors ejected - and amazingly, WE weren't even involved in the riot!)

And I might argue that the approximately 12 hours that Nappy and I spent in a MEXICAN jail when the two persons we were in Mexico with didn't know what became of us and no one else in the whole world even knew we had GONE to Mexico, might rival, in terms of stress, any amount of time spent by any combination of people in an American jail. [No lights, no electricity, no facilities for personal evacuation; just rock walls, cockroaches the size of dogs, and a guard on top of the jail trying to urinate on you from a hole in the roof.]

But I repeat: this was NOT about hooliganism or breaking laws. Heck, any numbnutz can take a gun down to Tucson, shoot innocent people, and wind up spending decades as a "guest of the state".

The Bay Street Daze of The League Of Soul Crusaders was all about humor, quick-wittedness, and above all, CREATIVITY!

>>.....The September to May months in Upper Darby had a grittier look (less sun, more snow, taller buildings and no convertibles).

Convertibles?
Whatchoo talkin' 'bout, Willis? None of us ever had a convertible.

>>.....Not sure if it's my PC being finicky or your link to the "soundtrack" post not working-thought I'd mention it.

Hmmm... You mean that when you clicked on the word "ME" it wasn't taking you to the "Bay Street" blog bit?

If so, maybe it really was your PC being finicky, because I just now tried it twice and it worked for me.

But thanks for the heads-up, Bro. I'll see if anyone else reports a similar problem.

~ Stephenboy

DiscConnected said...

In the picture, you guys were all sitting in a covertible-I assumed it was yours.

Most of my friends were (some still are) all hoodlums. Good friends, nonetheless, and people you could (still can) trust your life on.

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

DISCDUDE ~
>>.....In the picture, you guys were all sitting in a covertible - I assumed it was yours.

A little confession is in order: I kind of "set you up" with that remark. I was being somewhat deceitful [in a clever(?) way].

The truth of the matter - speaking in a strictly technical sense - that Cadillac, "Tiburon", was not a "convertible". The word convertible, of course, implying that the car has a top which can be "converted" into a topless vehicle.

Tiburon was a 1964 hardtop Cadillac, which Torch one day took a blowtorch to, permanently removing the hardtop. So, in fact, it was PERMANENTLY TOPLESS and couldn't be "converted" into anything else.

And, yup, we'd ride in it even in a rainstorm. We'd just drink a little extra beer to help numb the impact of the stinging tears of God. Ha!

As for the ownership of Tiburon, Torch paid $300. for it and held the pink slip, but as I wrote in my book's fourth chapter titled "Times, They Were A-Changing":

Tiburon did not conform to the public's idea of an automobile; it was totally unique. It was eventually to become a symbol of us and expressed our ideas about individuality and the common man...of youth and rebellion. Tiburon was Torch's baby, but in a way it belonged to all of us and Bruce Springsteen would have loved it.

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Arlee Bird said...

Actually if I'm not mistaken, I'm pretty sure you can go to your list of posts, click on "edit", and then click "post options" at the bottom of the text box. This will give you various things you can do including on the right hand side the option to put in the exact date and time you want your post to show. I'm pretty sure that this will move the post to whatever position you want it. I think I've done this before, but then again I could be wrong.

Now I'll go to the post.

Lee
Tossing It Out

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

r-LEE-boid ~
Son-the-pitch! It actually woiked!

Thanks for that tip, Bro! I was able to move my Bay Street Soundtrack right up front and center.

How'd you loin so much 'bout this bloggin' bit?!

Mucho appreciatio!

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

DiscConnected said...

In my neighborhood, a convertible was a sedan where the roof had rusted out (but they were usually sitting on cinderblocks).

If that's not the story of how Torch got his nickname, you need to be lying and saying it is-it's a good one!

Stephen T. McCarthy said...

>>.....If that's not the story of how Torch got his nickname, you need to be lying and saying it is - it's a good one!

Ha! OK.
It is.
;o)

~ D-FensDogg
'Loyal American Underground'

Lisa said...

Hi Stephen -- you asked me about being a part of Alex's blogfest -- and I'm not participating in this one.

I'll be sure to check yours out, though. :)

Have a great week!