Moved below the fold, Richard Pryor
UPDATE 2:
Don't thank me, Jes. I think there must be some mysterious gnome that does things to the TiO site (think Jay S.) For godness sakes, I'm ALL ABOUT annoying you :)
Now, that said, sorry John Thullen, I can't really address the whole Amon Duul versus Amon Duul II issue. But, let me just throw in another couple of anectodes.
My AD II friend also forced me to listen to Evan Parker, the pioneer of circular breathing
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Evan_Parker
I thought that one of Evan's albums demonstrating the technique sounded like a chorus of deranged crickets or something.
Oh yeah, AD II fan was into Steve Lacy, too.
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Steve_Lacy
Steve Lacy's band was one of the first to walk up and down the aisles, squeaking and honking. My wife ran into my bud in DC and attended a Steve Lacy show, where the musicians were doing their walk-around thing, and kept bumping into people who were trying to leave the show.
Yet now, Kenny G has stolen both the circular breathing, and walking around in the audience schtick. Isn't that weird how things turn out?
Oh yeah, and Aphrodite's Child, that freaked me out so much with the 666 album
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aphrodite's_Child
Well, Vangelis went on to do "Chariots of Fire."
So what is my point? I lost it, but I was thinking that there was some discussion about "never changed from being assholes in HS" or something.
Hell, the Chicago Tribune is now reporting on funny "Don't tase me bro" type slogans.
Number One:
Alcohol, Tobacco and Firearms should be a convenience store, not a government agency.
Things change.
UPDATE 3:
Reprise from ObWi comments, Me and my High School buddies (YouTube warning, Jes)
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=esl2NNOtHQE
So far, nobody has made any guesses about which one I am.
UPDATE 4:
So, yesterday, I had the Crown Vic mostly packed with camping stuff, and my wife got back too late from yoga for me to want to drive up to Michigan. So I had the bright idea to go to the Sugar River Forest Preserve, which is the most beautiful camping spot in northern Illinois. Plus, I could paddle down the river there.
Well, the only tent camping sites left were in "Skeeter Holler", and my wife is not so keen on kayaking unkown rivers for some reason. Result: we drive around, first listening to some book on tape by the author of "The Watsons go to Birmingham, 1963" (highly recommended.), and then "Left Behind", which is funny because it has all these Chicagoland suburbs references.
Today, instead, we go back to the Fox River Trail where a man's home is his castle.
At least before zoning ordinances.
UPDATE 5:
The wife came back from yoga and didn't want to go bike riding. She wanted to sit outside the local microbrewery and drink beer instead. (I have trained her well.) Downside: There were a shitload of warblers migrating through my back yard yesterday, and I don't see any today.
UPDATE 6:
I'm getting way too personal. I blame it on Oprah.
Here's a picture of Gary and me, circa 1978
Just kidding.
Here's 1974:
I'm taking photographs of old pictures.
Richard Pryor Audio Clip