Hi! Is this thing on?

[Clang McFly]

Working the Bruce Springsteen concert tonight.



https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lrpXArn3hII

Cool! It's been a few years since I saw him in concert in Saratoga. My brother Ed won 2 free tickets from 99.5 The River. And they had a party with good free food beforehand. My brother Ed even drank one of Bruce Springsteen's unopened beers.

[BlueTiki]

Dammit, Mirah!

You've got me thinking about Flagstaff, skiing and Bruce!

I'd pop on Kitty's Back in Town on my Walkman, go to Upper Bowl of Snowbowl, point the boards downhill and fly like lightening, to the bottom!

Over 35 years ago and I can still feel the adrenaline rush . . . beginning at timestamp 1:30 with full climax peaking at 4:09.

Fuck me!  That gets me hot and pumped to this day!

[Duchess]

I look forward to seeing how it went, Love Child! I want to hear all about it!

[MirahM]

Remind me to tell you a story about the leather jacket he's wearing on the Born To Run album cover.

Have a wonderful time!

I hope he includes songs from Greetings from Asbury Park and and The Wild, The Innocent and The E Street Shuffle.

I miss the original E Street Band musicians.

It seems many people have a story about a Bruce Springsteen song. The first song I think of is "Born in the USA" and I forget how many other great songs he has performed. I don't feel attached to them tho.
I didn't get to hear everything tonight. He and his band are great musicians.
The coolest part of the evening was getting to watch the spot team (spotlights). So different from way back when. They have a screen they are looking at and the set up looks like video game controllers, it is pretty awesome.

Thier stage crew team was phenomenol. (sp?) Compared to a couple other recent concerts this one was so smooth. I basically got to push a bunch of boxes around. It is 3 AM and Im not tired, but my body sure is and I could use a hot tub.

What is the story about the leather jacket?

[BlueTiki]

As I have mentioned many times before (to the point I sound like an insufferable bitch with Dementia), my life's interests and passions are the result of family.

Specifically, in this instance, my brothers' love for Springsteen when he was an unknown, in the 1970's.  Remember . . . this was a time with no internet . . and 8 tracks, too.

KDKB, was the Valley's FM station that played non-top 40 . . . run by hippies who played full albums and cuts, not promoted by major labels or AM stations.

Springsteen was HUGE here.  I was a kid in grade school and my oldest brother was in high school.  Springsteen was one of many ruling the airwaves of home and car.  His sound was brash, bold with story telling lyrics coupled with the eclectic fusion of instruments and time changes.  A new sound, by a new rebel poet telling tales of love, hope, inspiration and life, raw and yet complicated (This is gist of the explanation of why I should, too, pay attention to this artist . . . by my brother).

When he came to town, two-night concerts sold out . . before tickets went on sale!   And, this, without national airplay AND before Born to Run.

Come to find out, my brother and a few of his high school chums bought this new rebel a leather jacket (they thought it was a "cool for cool" tribute . . . really an excuse to get backstage) and presented it to him after one of his concerts. They even got to hang with Bruce and the band after the show where he and the band signed their album covers.

So . . . the leather jacket he is wearing on the Born to Run album cover, it the one presented to him, by adoring, loyal and awestruck high-school students . . . who recognized his genius in their youth . . . and one of them being my brother.

[Duchess]

8 tracks

Every single time I see or hear that word I have a memory of one of my brothers and his friends laughing about a girl who could fit an 8-track into her mouth. I didn't understand the significance of their laughter and other things they said until I was older. These are the same guys who would pay me to scram. I was always lurking. Boys were waaaay more fun than girls. I wanted to hang out with them.

[BlueTiki]

My brothers always included me in almost everything they did (many times against my parents wishes and without their permission).  

Looking back, I was treated and protected like a cherished pet, as a kid.  They were my heroes and I always felt so special when I was around them.

They were larger than life and so worldly and wise, in my mind.  And I think it gave them a bit of an ego boost because I was always amazed and starry-eyed with every new adventure or experience.

I still adore them all, and always look forward to travel adventures with them and my Mum.

Solid, decent men . . . who I am fortunate to call my brothers.

[crash]

Do Aussie's really say shit like 'taking the piss' and 'chasing the pooch'?  I'm reading a suspense thriller that is set in Australia. And those 2 phrases get thrown around a lot in the book.

Taking the piss, yep. Fuck’s sake, yes. Don’t be a shit cunt, yes.

Never have I ever heard anyone say chasing the pooch

[BlueTiki]

Hey . . . or should I say “Ya’ Hey”?  Thanks for sticking around for my second set of the night at the Comedy Wigwam and Strip Club!  

And how about those Native lady erotic dancers?  C’mon.  Give it up, one more time, for the Dog-Faced Pony Girls!  Maybe not the best looking Rez sisters, but when you’re blessed with big Tom-Toms like theirs, who’s looking at your face . . . and they never fail to make it rain . . . it’s like a rapper in a Vegas Gentlemen’s Club, making it rain, when they dance!

I thought about being a dancer, once . . . during my college days.  I even picked a stripper name. But my buddy, BigMark, advised me to rethink my employment choice, as I wasn’t enough of a looker to pull-off my chosen stage name  . . .  “Pocha-hot-ass”.
 
He’s an honest fellow and wise . . . but also the kind of guy who farts in your wallet and then says: “Here’s your gas money!”.  I should know.  He ruined three of my purses with that stunt.

OK.  Let’s stoodis!

So . . . where was I?  Oh, yeah . . . my schooling.  It’s kinda funny that I was a CPA . . . especially since, like I said, I was terrible in math.  It’s not that I didn’t try, but I guess my Indian DNA prevented me from strictly following the prescribed rules of arithmetic.  I remember spending one weekend, desperately reviewing word problems so I would be prepared to answer any question, in class, on Monday.  And my chance to answer did come. 

My teacher posed the following question: “If Victor had a case of Pepsi and he drank 19 cans . . . ”  Before he could finish the question my hand shot up and I was waiving it, excitedly, in the air! 

I knew this one!  This was my moment!   He paused, acknowledged me and said: “Yes, Tiki . . . Do you have an answer?”.  I stood up and proudly said:  “Diabetes, sir.  Victor now has diabetes.”  The whole class broke out in laughter . . . at my expense.  It was the last time I ever volunteered an answer in Rez school.  Like I said, back in the day, math was not my strong suit. 

But I got the last laugh . . . Victor ended up dying from Covid . . . which is the polite Rez way of saying “complications from diabetes”.  If you die or are killed, on the Rez, the cause of death is “Covid”.  We learned that from your CDC.
 
We use Covid for “alcoholic”, too.  You know . . . something like this: “Yeah . . . Benny got all fucked-up at PowWow and got kilt when he crashed his truck.  Yeah . . . full-blown Covid cuzza his crazy-ass drinkin’.”  On the Rez, there are no Covid deniers.

Thrown from your horse and break your neck . . . death by Covid.  Drug overdose death . . . Covid.  Stabbed your boyfriend to death because he ate all the frybread . . . OK . . . we call that “Justifiable Covid ”.  Anyway . . . back to my education.

Can you imagine how surprised and proud my parents were when I graduated, with honors, with a degree in Accountancy . . . and then passed my CPA exam in one try?  Yup.  They were beaming.  Especially when I immediately got a job, with a company that dealt directly with the National Parks and . . . it came with a car!  Oh, yeah . . . she was bragging to all of her friends and anyone else that would listen.  On and on and on . . . Tiki this and Tiki that.  I heard she even got kicked out of Bingo for her constant yammering about me.  But it was flattering and they did sacrifice quite a bit to allow me a life of my choosing. So, I kept my mouth shut.  Until I found out she was bragging that her Rez daughter was working for an Indian owned company.

So . . . I asked her, “Momma . . . why do you tell people I work for an Indian owned company?  I never told you that!”.  Wrong . . . thing . . . to . . . say.  The look on her face said it all . . . I’d seen that look a hundred times before and was preparing for a another childhood “wooden spoon” education.  Yeah . . . I can tell by your nervous laughter you know what I’m talking about!  But . . . it didn’t happen.

Instead, she just stormed off without, saying a word.  I had no idea what I had done to cause her such hurt and anger.  So, I asked my father, who witnessed the whole incident and had the common sense to remain silent.

“Little One . . . do you remember when you to told Sylvia Many-Goats, who was your boss?”  “Yes, father.”  I replied.  He then says, “Chief . . . Financial Officer . . . wasn’t it, Little One?  There is your answer.  Now go make peace with your mother so I won’t go without supper.”

So . . .  for the next ten days we were forced to find sustenance at the Tuba City Truck Stop, for supper, until Momma cooled down.  I recommend the Mutton Stew with extra frybread.  A real favorite of Sally Takes-No-Shit, too.

Momma was happy, when I quit the job after 5 years and told her I was now going to pursue a different path.  I’d been hanging out with some of my Rez girlfriends who did PowWow dance competitions, as a living. I told her, I, too, wanted to pursue dance as a means of income and I would study and perfect my technique in Flagstaff.  She wished me well and 5 months later came to visit and see how I was progressing.  How she found me, I’ll never know.

I can only imagine the look on my face was when my Momma walked into that strip club and saw me on the pole.  Or when she slowly walked up to the stage, holding a wooden spoon . . . and then slipped a 10-dollar bill, in my G-String.

Thank goodness my Father left with his buddies, a half hour before she arrived. Whew! Now that would have been some trouble!  Speaking of trouble . . . the Dog-Faced Pony Girls are ready to come back out to Come and Get Your Love.  So hit the ATM at the side of the bar and give ‘em some paper love and show ‘em you care!

Thank you all!  You’ve been wonderful!

[rothschild]

Life goes better with Covid. Especially if you have pharma stock. So be sure to stock up.

[crash]

If you can make a return from it, why wouldn’t you?

[BigMark]

Naive American was my stage name!

[rothschild]

If you can make a return from it, why wouldn’t you?

Me?

Seems to be one of those things that the only way out of is through -- hopefully to something other than what Herr Schwab invisions.

[MirahM]

So . . . the leather jacket he is wearing on the Born to Run album cover, it the one presented to him, by adoring, loyal and awestruck high-school students . . . who recognized his genius in their youth . . . and one of them being my brother.

Holy shit, thats cool.

[MirahM]

Why does RC have Dahmer as it's avatar?

[MirahM]

Hey . . . or should I say “Ya’ Hey”?  Thanks for sticking around for my second set of the night at the Comedy Wigwam and Strip Club!  



Thank you all!  You’ve been wonderful!

OMG Tiki! You are fucking hilarious! That was awesome.

[Clang McFly]

Why does RC have Dahmer as it's avatar?

Because he couldn't find any decent Charles Manson photos.

[rothschild]

Why does RC have Dahmer as it's avatar?

Beats me.

[BlueTiki]

You are very generous and I thank you.

And Duchess, too, for providing this forum allowing me an outlet to work out the shit in my head . . . subjects we can no longer discuss civilly and rationally, with each other, in public.

I find melding past experiences (often loosely based) with current taboo subjects and done with a bit of self-deprecation, is a more congenial way to express my views than just posting "Fuck-Off, You Stupid Cunt-Faced Loser! ".

Please check out the attached video.

If you watch the performer, second from the right and in front of the yellow microphone cord, this is how my mind reacts, on a daily basis, with insufferable and ignorant people.  

I'm not kidding . . . that is one of the best visuals of my mind encouraging and coaxing my body to follow suit and lash out.  

Especially, now . . .  after hearing about Disney and the Peter Pan rewrite.  Yeah . . . I'm gonna have something to say about that.

  

[MirahM]

OMG AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH