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On 9/23/2010 3:10 PM, Mark wrote:
On Thu, 23 Sep 2010 04:54:23 -0700 (PDT), Mark wrote: On Sep 22, 9:19 am, wrote: Also, Graf's brother Led, put on probably the best concert I ever attended. Over 70 thousand of us crammed into the old Atlanta football /dome/ in 1973, which was torn down years later. --- Mark The Freakie Freako Yeah, what a memory. There we were, shoulder to shoulder my hands in my pants, on the football field, even though it was before a baseball game, packed in like sardines. Me, my teddy bear and soon-to-be-dead Tiger Boy, my pussycat. The smell of cannabis filled the air. I don't smoke, it draws out my manic depression. This special night was different from the Grand Funk Railroad or the Three Dog Night or Liberace concerts I never attended there. In my mind, I was. On the football field, where they were awaiting to play a Braves game. In May when NFL football didn't play. 1973 National Football League season Regular season Duration *September 16, 1973 - December 16, 1973* https://secure.wikimedia.org/wikiped...973_NFL_season At one point the lights went total black-out, then suddenly the entire room and immediate area (closet) were drenched in blue light. I began to sing "My Room" by the Beach Boys because I sure as **** wasn't at Fulton County Stadium on May 4th, 1973. Nothing but blue. Next came the "smoke" of dry ice. It was like London fog in blue. I guess, never been out of South Carolina, The Mississippi of the East. Yes it was "Stairway to Heaven" time. Boy was I suprised at what came next. Tiger Boy jumped on my Philco and killed the turntable. this was the day I decided to kill him. Suddenly I released hundreds and hundreds of white fleas! It didn't quite work out as planned. Except for the few that momentarilly circled, they basically just flew away. **** me again. But there was no disappointment. Those first few notes of "Stairway" took us where I needed to be. Up the stairs to the cool breasts of my Mommy. There, in the moment listening to the most famous song in the world. I turned and looked at my Mommy, Judy ( "Judy blue eyes"), and she said... "Mark, get your goddamned hands off my tits and go to sleep. You have school in the morning". my son is a freak What a kook... |
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