Let’s do a quickie… story. The gang gets ready, if not reluctantly, to play at a nudist colony. Bud’s heart was in the right place. As my southern friends like to day “Bless his heart.”
All I can tell you about today’s song and its group is that I like it. Once it puts the pedal down, this song rocks out nicely.
YOU’RE BACK!
And better than ever… well will be once the girls show up. I’m just thrilled to see you’re up and running.
Next comic… girls will show up. 🙂
And thanks for the welcome back!
Great to see this thing back on track. Thanks.
Always did like the Nomad. It was one of those oddball cars that stands out. Good choice for Bud. The cool of its more common sibling with added room for gear.
Exactly… what else can a rockin’ bass player haul his gear around in but a crazy 2-door station wagon. And it’s red.
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Welcome back. Hope everything’s OK with you and yours?
Looking forward to more ’70’s shenanigans! 😀
Me and mine are okay. I’m fine… stressed to the edge of death somtimes, but I seem to have a good constitution for it most days. My wife is in terrible shape still and it’s a long story that I shall tell here soon.
But, in the meantime, I’ve gotten this part of my life back together and we’re on.
somehow I think it being a nudist colony was only icing on the cake for Bud.
Well, Bud, like me, is pretty much oblivious of what goes on around him. I’ve learned to read some contracts at this point in time. Some.
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Right on, you’re back! Can’t wait to to see how you peel off the layers of this story!
Maybe with some hockey sticks… 🙂
Oven mitts! Don’t forget the oven mitts!
And welcome back. 🙂
“Nature Camp”; maybe Bud thought they grew organic veggies or something.
That would be my first assumption as well. In my researching nudist colonies, it seems they prefer the term naturalist and nature camps. It draws less attention that way too.
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On our side of the ocean we call them naturists. Last time I looked, a naturalist was one of those folk who hang around very quietly watching gorillas mate.
…oh, wait…
Welcome back old man 🙂
Glad. To see that the sun hasn’t set on 1977 and is back on the horse with no name, called Pinto 🙂 Looking forward to this story. We have nudist colonies in Canada, we show our ankles in the winter time
You’re from Canada? Man… 😛
Thanks, Kurt! Good to be back.
Welcome back! It’s great to see you and Bud and the gang in action again, and with this story we’re definitely going to see a lot of the gang. 🙂 All the best, man.
The Members will see a lot more…
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At your age, I was worried you might forget to show up today! [smirk]
Something tells me, a nudist camp and the shenanigans of 1977 will only provide a single naked truth… it’ll be funny! [grin]
GET OFF MY LAWN!
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Funny it shall be. Well, at least to me.
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Welcome Back Sir, good to have ya back where you belong both physically & in format!! It’ll be great resuming the memories! Speaking of memories & on a totally unrelated aside to the strip: I usually listen to re-broadcasts of Casey Kasim’s American Top 40 on sunday nites – last nite was from our Sr. year in HS – Feb. 22, ’75, & I you’ll be happy to know that in a pop and disco dominated chart, 7 of the top 25 that week were from rock groups: #25 Bad Co. – Movin’ On, #19 Sugarloaf – Don’t Call Us…, #18 BTO (Yeaaaa!!) – Roll On Down the Highway, #14 Styx – Lady, # 4 The Doobies – Black Water, #3 Grand Funk – Some Kind Of Wonderful, & #2 The Eagles – Best OF My Love. While #1 that week was Average White Band – Pick Up the Pieces, that’s OK by me, too; I had just started playing in a funk/horn band about that time, & we covered that as well as #12 that week, Ohio Players – Fire. BTW – the 57 Chevy rocked! I had a ’57 Belair that I drove most of my Jr. (HS) year – great drive-in ride! Acres of back seat room!
Something the youngsters out there are missing sorely is a HUGE backseat. Not only was it handy for the make-out sessions, but it was extremely handy to sleep in while sleeping off those drunken Saturday night gigs at the bars. The ’57 Bel Air is a very cool car and a classic, but I had to go with it’s wagon counterpart. The Nomad brings back some memories for me as well as my family had Chevy wagons for years. Not a Nomad, but still a Chevy wagon. Huge ass cars that could hold a family of 6, tow a camper/sleeper and all our luggage without missing a beat. Back when gas was .25/gallon you could afford the 9 miles to the gallon it got (if that). That old wagon took us to Seattle and San Jose back with never missing a beat. Put gas in it and you were good to go. Old Chevy’s never died, just rusted away.
Ah, 1975. The ’70s were such a conglomeration of musical styles. Disco, soul, rock, easy listening, pop… and on and on. And where would we be without Casey Kasim’s American Top 40? History in of itself, man. Listened to him every week. If only we had the Internet back then, Casey would have been out of a job.
Glad to be back and glad to see the comments filling up again with stories and the like. Keep ’em coming and the comics will continue to flow!
I rap-, um, ravished an innocent young man in the back of his ’57 Chevy once upon a time. And then stayed married to him for the next 25 years. Make of that what you will 😀
~sits back to wait for nekkid Lorraine and nekkid Jeff~
Hooray! Welcome back!!! Here’s to a great 2012!