General Music Chat

Come on, we'll "fix" some BBQ I have been looking for an excuse to get another keg!

Sound good ta me!!

My longest hitchhike was southern Maine to Nova Scotia, then back to Cape Cod.
It was 1975, on the way north a couple of high schoolers picked me up and got me stoned and warned me not to stop midway between Bangor and Calais - in those days there was just one place in that 50 mile stretch, with 3 outhouses labeled Men, Women and Hippies. My hair was halfway down to my ass, so I took their advice, and got a ride all the way to Calais before nightfall.
Stayed in a fleabag hotel for $12 that night, then walked across the border, 'stash' in the pick holder part of my guitar case. Border guards didn't even open up the case.
A long ride north in New Brunswick, guy took a ride off the 'highway' to a litle fish canning village, it stunk! I was afraid I was going to have to walk the 10 miles back to the highway, but he came back, took me to St John, where he bought me a 'Schooner' (local beer).
A couple of rides later I was in Nova Scotia, it was getting dark and I was looking at the sides of the road to find a place to set up camp for the night when a car went by the other way, stopped a hundred yards up, turned around and came back.
I wasn't looking, just plodding along with backpack on and guitar case in hand when I hear "Mike? is that you?" It was one of the girls I was going to visit! It was 25 miles from her house, but luck was with me.
After 4 days in the sticks of northern Nova Scotia I headed south again.
First ride was from a Canadian Air Force guy (imagine him picking up a long haired hippie) who got me within 5 miles of the US border. I camped in the woods that night, headed out the next morning and got a ride all the way to Boston - guy even bought me lunch.
A few rides later I was back at my parents' on the Cape - 2 days of hitching in both directions, unbelievable considering the distance.

Lalong I totally agree. "The Wall" sucked balls, as did anything Waters did afterwards. Not that Floyd was all that great either, but "Division Bell" was passable. To me the zenith was "Meddle", it's all downhill after that. My opinion is not popular with a lot of friends who still go see Waters do the Wall year after year.

In the 70s I was a teenager without a car and hitchhiked everywhere. Got kicked off the bus for smoking and had to hitchhike to Ball High in Galveston from High Island on the mainland. Failed english with an 82 average for having so many absences...and that was second period class.


But I stopped when they found the bodies of 28 young boys buried in the sand by my beach cabin who were killed by Wayne Coral and Elmer Wayne Henley while hitchhiking. Don't think I've hiked even once since then (!976?)

I hitchhiked regularly in the 70s. Once I was hiking to Daytona from
VA. and a guy picked me up on a stormy highway. He had a 429 Cobrajet. I think thats what it said on the dash. Anyway he was a big
fat loudmouth guy and he was drinking a screwdriver out of a large
mayonaise jar. It was raining so hard the wipers were useless. He
was going 90 mph. More than any other ride that one scared me the most. I made it to Daytona and ended up in Volusia Co. juvenile detention
center. I escaped from there and the rest is a story for another day.[/b]

In the 70s I was a teenager without a car and hitchhiked everywhere. Got kicked off the bus for smoking and had to hitchhike to Ball High in Galveston from High Island on the mainland. Failed english with an 82 average for having so many absences...and that was second period class.


But I stopped when they found the bodies of 28 young boys buried in the sand by my beach cabin who were killed by Wayne Coral and Elmer Wayne Henley while hitchhiking. Don't think I've hiked even once since then (!976?)

Wow YOD, its by the Grace of GOD you didn't wind up one of their victims.
During the investigation it turns out they were torchering those boys to death in a boatshed in Pasadena Tx. on a torcherboard they had made. There was another perp. you didn't mention "David Owen Brooks" . Most of the boys they killed were from the Heights area. So was Dean and David. Davids family owned a road construction co. the Brooks were friends of my Dad. That was a dark very sad moment in Houston history!

In the 70s I was a teenager without a car and hitchhiked everywhere. Got kicked off the bus for smoking and had to hitchhike to Ball High in Galveston from High Island on the mainland. Failed english with an 82 average for having so many absences...and that was second period class.


But I stopped when they found the bodies of 28 young boys buried in the sand by my beach cabin who were killed by Wayne Coral and Elmer Wayne Henley while hitchhiking. Don't think I've hiked even once since then (!976?)

Wow YOD, its by the Grace of GOD you didn't wind up one of their victims.
During the investigation it turns out they were torchering those boys to death in a boatshed in Pasadena Tx. on a torcherboard they had made. There was another perp. you didn't mention "David Owen Brooks" . Most of the boys they killed were from the Heights area. So was Dean and David. Davids family owned a road construction co. the Brooks were friends of my Dad. That was a dark very sad moment in Houston history!

The Heights...Back in the eighties it morphed form being a creepy place to live, to a cool place to live... I dunno whats happened to it since...

Wooow you guys have some cool stories. That is what is so "cool" about band mix.

Can't make this stuff up.

Wooow you guys have some cool stories. That is what is so "cool" about band mix.

Can't make this stuff up.

I believe 75% of all the crap here is made up.. only Vinny is true and correct 100% of the time... you get him to fly to Long Island and then do not perform up to standards...shameful

I've got lots of hitchhiking stories!
Like the time a buddy and me skipped out of school at 9am, decided to hitch out to Shrewsbury (from Cape Cod about 120 miles). First we hitched the other way to where my friend worked to get his paycheck ($28!!) - between the two of us we had about $3 on us. Then started out, got a girl who picked us up to take us to a bank where my friend cashed the check. My friend left his gloves in the girl's car - 2 months later got picked up by her again and got them back!
While standing on Rte 128 (circle highway around the outside of greater Boston) with cars whizzing by us at 70mph, this little sportscar pulls up and the guy says (with a pronounced lisp) "I can take one of you, but not both of you." NO THANKS!!!!
We eventually made it to Shrewbury at 3 in the afternoon, and of course were stuck out in the dark at 9pm trying to hitch home - boy were our parents pissed!

I didnt do much hitchhiking, but there is a train track between two little towns close to where I lived in my teens, and the trains would slow down back then to pick up mail so me and some friends would hop the train to the next little town. Then catch one coming back later.

I had a ten speed bike and would ride up to 100 miles in day, ussually just to see some girl who most of the time wouldnt be home when I got there, LOL, those were the days!