tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post6849902149051901718..comments2024-03-21T12:51:21.667-04:00Comments on Whisky Prajer: New York Dolldpreimerhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/09905531259256800022noreply@blogger.comBlogger5125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-75359881381841474452007-04-12T19:55:00.000-04:002007-04-12T19:55:00.000-04:00Great posting. Plus there's the fact that geezer-h...Great posting. Plus there's the fact that geezer-hood hits so young in pop music. I remember seeing the Stones in '74 and thinking that they were 'way over the hill and really ought to spare the rest of us the spectacle of their decline.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-5462135838142226122007-04-10T09:30:00.000-04:002007-04-10T09:30:00.000-04:00No argument from me on any of your points. If you'...No argument from me on any of your points. If you've got a review of <I>Endless Wire</I>, let me know.Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-45241630886432579202007-04-08T22:35:00.000-04:002007-04-08T22:35:00.000-04:00Your knowledge of music is obviously limited if yo...Your knowledge of music is obviously limited if you think that of Townshend and Daltrey.Endless Wire was a very good effort on their behalfs.The Rolling Stones are the band to which one should be ask why do you still exist.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-21116552087119879302007-04-08T12:48:00.000-04:002007-04-08T12:48:00.000-04:00Ha! Nice story, Searchie. It seems these sneerin...Ha! Nice story, Searchie. It seems these sneering, lascivious rockers are nothing if not mama's boys.Whisky Prajerhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14076228013022881173noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6329706.post-16499465493000007172007-04-06T22:15:00.000-04:002007-04-06T22:15:00.000-04:00A Buster Poindexter-related story:Last year, in a ...A Buster Poindexter-related story:<BR/><BR/>Last year, in a remote section of Pennsylvania, I was supervising one of my student interns, who was teaching blind adults in an itinerant program. We drove up to a small cottage in the woods, and I met the client, a delightful 91-year-old woman with a distinct New York twang. When I commented on her accent, she said, “Oh, I’m from the city. In fact, my son is still a musician. Maybe you’ve heard of him? His stage name is Tony Machine, and he worked with Buster Poindexter.”<BR/><BR/>I laughed. Who would have thought I’d ever make a Poindexter connection in the wilds of Western Pennsylvania? And Tony Machine? His mother said he was “such a nice boy, still.”Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com