Classic rock Charles
One of my first friends to have a car and a license was Charles. So naturally Charles had to drive more than his share for a number of months. There would be four or five of us in his car with a 12 pack of St. Pauli Girl. We would roll around aimlessly drinking and driving. At some point word came down that we should 'cruise Forrest' Forrest lane had lots of carloads of kids driving on it, and it was alleged that this is where the girls could be found.
Charles didn't like the popular music of the day, and didn't share my love for new wave and punk. Rolling with Charles meant classic rock. Not classic rock in the truest sense, as Charles didn't play the same stuff classic rock stations played. Charles was more original, and made tapes of his personal favorites. The songs I can remember off hand are;
Rock and Roll hoochie coo
Pinball Wizard
the whole 90125 lp (which was the only current title in his rotation)
And Jethro Tull's the whistler.
If you've never heard 'the whistler' by Jethro Tull, I can describe it thusly;
Hobbit rock, heavy on flute play, and quite silly.
As we roll down Forrest lane looking for love in all the wrong places, it was not Head games, In the dark or Fair Warning blasting from our car. Nope ours was the Whistler. Now maybe you can pull women by blasting the Whistler in the shire, but in N. Texas circa 1984 chicks weren't having flute solos. (I get the feeling this rule may still apply)
Charles didn't like the popular music of the day, and didn't share my love for new wave and punk. Rolling with Charles meant classic rock. Not classic rock in the truest sense, as Charles didn't play the same stuff classic rock stations played. Charles was more original, and made tapes of his personal favorites. The songs I can remember off hand are;
Rock and Roll hoochie coo
Pinball Wizard
the whole 90125 lp (which was the only current title in his rotation)
And Jethro Tull's the whistler.
If you've never heard 'the whistler' by Jethro Tull, I can describe it thusly;
Hobbit rock, heavy on flute play, and quite silly.
As we roll down Forrest lane looking for love in all the wrong places, it was not Head games, In the dark or Fair Warning blasting from our car. Nope ours was the Whistler. Now maybe you can pull women by blasting the Whistler in the shire, but in N. Texas circa 1984 chicks weren't having flute solos. (I get the feeling this rule may still apply)
posted by Robert_M at 8:41 AM
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Thank you, thank you, thank you for the tale of Classic Rock Charles.
My memories of "cruising forrest" were similar. I had no success whatsoever on that avenue of love. It may have had something to do with the fact I was cruising in a green 1969 Mustang with a big dent in the front fender that I bought for $650 with money from my job working a Chuck E. Cheese.
The biggest problem with Forrest was the simple fact that it was 85% dudes as I recall.
Jethro Tull is bad news all around. They sing of hobbitry and even mention 'snot'. Gross.
See! chicks still don't dig it
Why was Jethro Tull considered rock? I mean, they'd get some air time on Q-102 back in the day, right along side Led Zeppelin and AC/DC. Whenever I heard "Thick as a Brick" or "Aqualung" or any other song featuring a flute, I couldn't punch the station button fast enough.
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