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Yeah, seeing this video yesterday in serials new Schecter "Townshend" guitar thread Now I had a great time in the '80's, I know that because I don't remember a lot of it. The '80's covered me from my junior year in college, thru the age of 31, all of it, save for about 6 horrible months in the car business, working in the Nightclub biz. More gorgeous women than I could shake my stick at, fun all the time, making (compared to any of my conventionally employed buddies) way too much cash (most of it really was cash!), blowing all of it on going out, cars, motorcycles, season seats at Wrigley Field. Going to sleep at 6AM, waking up feeling "fuzzy" most afternoons, then starting it all over again. Let me tell ya boys, there's nothing quite so much fun as having every waittress in the place knowing which one of them you were banging that week, or the night before, or whenever. Talk about your occassionally uncomfortable work environments! You'd just hope that the chicks who were customers, that you were trying to land, didn't have a link to any of the girls you worked with. The movie 'Cocktail' didn't begin to cover what it was like. Anyway, back to the point. So I watch the video, (Absolutely no offense to you Rich - -you guys sounded good, and looked like you were having fun), but it was like seeing that time for the first time. Gawd, I kinda remember music like that. I think I can recall clothes like that. Did we all dress that way? I remember the '70's so much better, and we looked so much cooler, and the music was better. I guess movies about the '80's aren't really exaggerating. Sadly, I think I may still have a pair of parachute pants that have been tucked away in a box somewhere, since 1985. Anyone know the number for the '80's? I wanna call and demand an apology!

I just set the microwave popcorn for 2 weeks.

This is cool, I love stories like this! I wouldn't even realize how cool, if it weren't for reuniting with the love of my life, that I met in 1983...but lost, due to the events explained in my earlier entry in this thread. Like Sinatra sang, "Love's better the second time around … " Our gap ran from 1972 to 2000, and the honeymoon has not stopped since.

Yeah, but how can that compete with the anticipation of getting a new guitar? Me? All I got is reuniting and marrying my girlfriend from high school after 28 years, surviving 2 heart attacks, deaths of my nephew plus two best friends, a Christmas trip to Israel not too long after the 6-day war, 29-state music tour, yada yada.

Yes. Parenthood. Followed by being told I had a life-threatening ailment and was 50/50 for survival beyond 40. Actually getting in a room alone with an actual, real-live naked girl deserves at LEAST an honorable mention......... Oh, and that first hit of Green Pyramid. Yeah, that's about it.

Well, I'd like to hear that story. That's a simple one, and I will try, even if I am not sure with all the technical terms (I am not an gynologist), so sorry for any mistaktes: My wife and I decided not to go to a hospital for the birth of our first baby but to do a birth at home, which may sound unusual, but that was (and is) quite common, and the risk for the baby and the mother is the same or even lower as in hospitals. And we did that only bescause the doctors agreed with that, in any other case we would have been gone to hospital. We called the midwife when the contractions set in, and she asked us to call again when the contractions would come every 4 minutes. But somehow we missed that point - or the contractions pushed the "fast forward" button - and suddenly my wife had the contractions every 3 minutes. We called the midwiffe again, and she hit the road, but it was 15 miles trip for her and believe it or not, she was caught by a closed railroad gate. No joke. At a certain point my wife said: "I think the head is already showing up", and so it was. A few minutes later I had a little baby (one very little thing) in my hands - the birth itself was quit flawless and fast -, not knowing what to with it, and my wife went: "Go and take a look in the book" (some "birth preparing" kind of book), and there it was written to put the littel one one the mothers belly and to put a blanket over it, and so I did. A few minutes later the midwife came in - quote: "Men can be useful - sometimes" -, and first thing she wanted to know was: Is it a boy or girl. I completely forgot to look for after the birth... Thank god it was a healthy boy ("Ariel"), and cutting the umbilical cord was a piece of cake after that birth... Ariel is four years old now, and his younger brother Aeneas was born at home too, but this time the (same) midwife was with us two hours prior to the birth. I was extremly happy about that, because the second birth was a long and really painful thing for my wife, and it was a real relief that the midwife was with us even if the burden and the pain and all that laid on my wife, of course. By the way, my stepson, 16 of age at that day, sat in his room during Ariels birth, playing World of Warcraft with his headphones on so he hadn't have to listen...

Check it out: http://gashouseradio.com/2013/12/thursdays-full-album-3pm-et-excentrics/ Fun starts at 3p ET now, with a full album stream to kick things off.

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The oldest Martin that was ever placed in my hands was a 50's OOO-18. Oh, my! The D-18 would be one for everyone to want to try out. Lucky you, Brent!