Street Kids...
Back in the 50's,when I was just a toddlin' lad,I pretty much had my whole life planned out according to all the up-to date standards of modern life..
When I grew up,I was gonna have to fight the Nazi's,and the Japanese,like my Dad and Uncle Maurice.
Apparently,..it's what we do.
I'd drive a 'Hot Rod',get the girl,and wear a brown suit,with shiny brown wing tips to work.
I would make sure that there was a transistor radio,and plenty of 9 volt batteries in the bomb shelter,so that when the Russians attacked I could safely tuck my wife, 2.5 kids,'Rinny' our German shepherd,and myself into the cozy confines of our little time capsule,and listen to 'doo-wop' all the live-long day.
Well it turns out the best laid plans of mice,and 7 year old boys,oft-times go astray.
It's the nature of things.
Still,from time to time,I reach into my giant stainless steel bomb shelter,pull out my high-fidelity record player,and spin me some 50's hot wax.
..don't ask me why.
'I wonder why'
Labels: Dion and the Belmonts
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As unpleasant as it is to remember, we also had discussions about how we would have to kill our neighbors if they tried to get into our bomb shelters.
Oh jan,..Look into 'Rinny's' sad brown eyes,and tell me you wouldn't let us in you bomb shelter. :P
rinny could come but the rest of you sunsabitches would fry
nah, i'd let you all in my 'bomb shelter'..
as long as you brought dion and the belmonts...i love this song..
on the way back from my shoe shopping excursion i my oldies but goodies station was playing nothing 70's rock and roll...so i was really 'b-bopping' along and then they threw in barry manilow and i almost wrecked the truck...
Oh, ding dong! You're right (you merciless blog whore)...The Child totally needs to hear this.
Also, could I please have a double cheeseburger, onion rings and a chocolate malt? Thanks. You're a doll.
Yellerdawg- You know,the 70's are like,a whole generation removed from the 50's.
But still,..Carole King plays an ornery piano!..hmmm.
Rainey- Ahh,..I can hear it now!
'Mom,..Uncle Sling is just about a half bubble off-level,isn't he.'..
Now let's see.
Double cheeseburger,onion rings,and a chocolate shake comes to,..89 cents.
..these roller skates are killin' my ankles.
Let's all go to A&W!
Great song! da daa da da.
I'll take a chocolate peanut butter shake please.
Oh how nice...A teenager in love. My mom still keeps supplies for a bomb shelter. She still doesnt trust the Russians.
funny how things work out
i planned to be an under achieving cracker factory slave with a rather cranky spouse.
my plan came to fruition.
What I have always wondered about the 50's was "Who wrote the book of love?"
And why pray tell would one have to ask why??
Brown suit, huh? I would have thought you'd have aspired more for the leather jacket, white t-shirt with rolled up sleeves (complete with cigarette pack) and stove pipe jeans. And let's not forget the duck's ass hairdo (as my father always called it). And sure, I can picture you with Rin Tin Tin, but huddling down in the shelter with the little woman and your 2.5 kids? Nah....I figure you more for the rebel who sets his lawn chair on TOP of the bomb shelter with his 12 pack and smokes, just waiting for the moment to give the Russkies a final finger wave before the world goes boom.
How could I BE so wrong, eh? But, since I was, I have but one thing to say; move your ass over and tell your dog to "get small" 'cause me and mine are going into the shelter with you. We're your poor white trash neighbors - the ones who don't HAVE a shelter. lol
Kari
I've always been slightly ... well, amazed - yep, amazed - that chaps who could swing a falsetto got laid.
HAH! Booda. (shakes head) Love that gal.
This makes me think of an old hamburger joint where I grew up that had an honest to goodness authentic 50's juke box filled to the gills with this music.
Sadly, I was 13 and there was no Duran Duran so I took little interest at the time.
Good fries, though.
Sad that I know all the words to this song at the ripe old age of 35. I was born too late (referencing Nat King Cole.) I should have lived in the 50s instead of the 80s. The hair was so much better!
Now I feel the need to drive to Jerry's Curb Service and order me a Dorsey Burger!! My kids think it's a hoot when we go there and waitresses come to your car window.
Love,
Julie
"Oh happy days,
Oh happy day,
When Jesus washed,
Oh when he washed, Our sins away..."
Fear has a way of freaking people out....kind of looks like we might be heading the same direction....
Oh happy days...
I'll wonder why while sippin a cherry coke.
Nice place ya got here. Hope Obama comes to visit to see the messege you left for him.
Let me tell you, you haven't lived until you've seen a nun in the old habit and coif teach a classroom how to duck and cover.
Thanks for the Dion. Great song. I'll have to remember to put a copy in the bomb shelter.
We weren't big on bomb shelters down under - but the way the Brits were using the Australian outbackj and our troops as their own private bomb testing site - we're all probably still glowing in the dark - maybe we should have had bomb shelters for houses - because between the Brits bombing us to the west and the french bombing away half the western Pacific during the 60's and 70's it might have been wise.
Great songs - I used to hear these guys onn our old stand up radio, almost the size of a TV
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