Sex & Drugs & Rock&Roll? I lived the last part anyway…

What’s more embarrassing than some of the stuff you did in your past? How about seeing all those old people trying to re-live it today! Who are they????!!!

Funny to consider that I was rumored to be one of four graduates of UC Santa Cruz in the 70s who didn’t do drugs or even smoke grass, yet I saw these guys at least a dozen times in 3 years. I’ll never forget the first time hearing “White Punks on Dope” live; the excitement as it rose to its finale, with the Stanford Marching Band on stage even, a woman on trapeze swinging through the air overhead, Fee Waybill with his foot-high platform shoes. It was so… real. Never before or since had I seen an audience get into it so heavily.

It was the age of sex & drugs & rock & roll, although only the rock & roll applied to me. I guess, since I remember the 70s, I really wasn’t part of it. That’s what they say anyway, but I don’t think that’s true.  And how would they know anyway?

I rarely play The Tubes anymore; for that matter, I don’t listen to music in general nearly as much as I ought to. I say that because, whenever I do actually “listen” to music, I really enjoy it. What is it that’s so compelling about TV that you’re worried if you don’t have it on, you’re missing something? Heck, The Tubes even had a song for that- “TV is King.”

I wish I had the girl with the bouncy hair
We’d ride off in a brand new car
Or fly a plane somewhere
Like probably Jamaica
I brush my teeth, shampoo my hair, and shave my face
Apply the necessary aerosol
In the appropriate place
And we’ll spend the night together watching television

I can’t turn off my–television
Don’t really know why–television
TV is king
You’re my everything

Isn’t that the dream? Amazing how little has changed since 1979, when their “Remote Control” album came out. The Tubes arguably invented “punk” rock, and even penned a song a few years later exclaiming “I was a punk before you.” And they were. But in a stylized, artistic & sarcastic manner that appealed on an intellectual level.

The Tubes fit into a special box all their own and didn’t really mesh with my general preference for Progressive English Rock, other than arguably pretentious, overly-intellectualized lyrics. The Tubes were all about making fun of the audience, and themselves.

King Crimson, Procol Harum, early Genesis, Renaissance, Caravan, not the usual stuff people listened to back then. I used to go to a record store in Los Gatos, The Galactic Zoo, to get the import versions of albums because they were supposed to be pressed better and came out two weeks earlier than the US-manufactured records. Musically these groups were much better than The Tubes. But, nothing quite packs the punch of White Punks on Dope.

Is the camera off?

Doppelganger for sure

Normalcy almost restored. This morning I was able to get my left foot into my regular shoe (with a little help from two advils) and it felt better and better as the ride went.

Just myself and Kevin this morning; not sure where everybody else was, since rain was in the forecast for later in the day. You’d think people would want to get out while they could! But only saw a couple others out there; Tom C descending Kings as we were climbing (he’s apparently one of those “morning” people) and another guy (Chris C according to Strava Flyby) at the top of West Old LaHonda who’d just finished the infamous “morning” ride just prior. Instant cred for that!

Kings was nothing fast, just getting used to things again, and obviously in winter mode. Without any rabbits to chase, Kevin stayed with me all the way up, with the easy pace even allowing for some conversation (the sort of conversation where he prefaces some questions with “Is the camera off?”). Just normal life stuff. I was still a bit concerned about having time to do the full West Old LaHonda loop, but the often-ridiculously-long light at the Bear Gulch construction area was actually green for the first time in recent history, saving us several minutes.

West Old LaHonda didn’t have much of a view, with the storm coming in, but still had to get in the mandatory photo. In my mind, I swear, there was a double sun hanging out over the ocean as Kevin gazed into his future and saw… well never mind, like I said, the camera was off.

My foot’s not quite so gross once you crop out the bad stuff.

Really really glad the broken toe isn’t causing much of an issue. It’s changed from “something that can’t be unseen” into, well, it’s not exactly pretty but kind of curious to look at. Interesting hues of purple. The only thing a bit off-putting might be the hairs that show up in the photo, but it’s not like I’m going to “go Brazilian” for my feet. I mean, do people actually do that sort of thing? Ewwww.

Just a couple more rides before I’m off for a bit. Well, not completely off the bike; heading to Cambodia with my daughter for a few days, where we’ll be doing some tours of the Angkor Wat region by bike. Pretty easy biking; completely flat and maybe 30km/day, but it’s a lot better than walking or being driven around!
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