Makes some of us old timers PERPLEXED. Like, ‘dude’ things seem to have changed, a TAD. Instead of truly talking, folks can TEXT. What ever happened to the voices we once HAD?
I ponder with what we might be blessed with NEXT as virtual communication becomes even BIGGER. Bye, bye, so long to the old fashioned balances and CHECKS. Could it be that the ‘big boys’ no longer have to listen to ‘lunch box Bill and Jane’, eh? Go FIGURE. Perhaps ‘George from England’, you were just a few years off BASE. Your book – 1984 - just a bit PREMATURE. Oh well, Mr. Orwell, some of us are still eccentric enough to have an open accordion CASE. At least having fun with that squeeze box inside, it can help recreate some of those vibes that used to be anything but virtual or synthetic. That’s for ‘darn tootin’ SURE.
I recently finished reading Tommy Hunter’s autobiography and what a great ‘read’ it was. There was so much depth in that book, written right from the heart. A regular group that used to be on his show was the Rhythm Pals, Mike, Mark and Jack. As a kid, I remember seeing them live, doing a set on CBC’s CBU. Their radio studios were located in the Hotel Vancouver. In those days live performances on local radio were common and local groups also made a living doing musical commercials or jingles. The next song attempts to reprise a few of them plus and other Vancouver memories.