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loog droog
Like it or not, in retrospect, Mick Taylor's involvement in what turned out to be a MASSIVE global hit (as the theme for the film "The Exorcist" that was released at the end of 1973) had to have given him a great deal of confidence of what he was capable of outside the Stones, and probably played some role in his decision to leave the band in late '74.
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MileHigh
I have to paste this posting that someone left in the YouTube comments because it's just too much! Americans know how to party, and they really knew how to party in the Seventies!
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Somewhere in 1975, my family went to Dallas Texas to visit some old friends. We stayed at the friends house which was near White Rock Lake. The next night, my parents and their friends had a big party. My dad and his friend Bob made some sort of punch with everclear and who knows what else. All the kids were sequester to a back room with a TV and some 32 ounce bottles of coke. If we tried to leave the room, we were ushered back in by our parents. All night long we listened to the sound of the party. The punch took its toll well into the morning, the party went on for a long time, like a drunken hurricane. When the morning came, my friend and I got up to go raid the party food. What we found were people passed out everywhere, the couches, floors, chairs and in every room save the one the kids rode the party out in. I don’t think anyone who came to the party had left yet. My parents were passed out in one room on a waterbed with other people on the floor. my friends parents were passed out in their room with 15 other people, both on the bed and the floor.
I remember the scene like it was yesterday. The room was bathed in yellow light from the morning sun filtering in through yellow sheer curtains. A clock radio was on that the last part of Tubular Bells was playing. It was like the Jonestown massacre with an amazing soundtrack. People laying everywhere, some snoring, all bathed in the yellow light of morning.
My friend and I got the party food and watched as the group slowly woke up and left alone and in pairs in the wake/aftermath of the night before. By 2:00 PM everyone had gone home hungover. My dad and bob never said what was all in the punch but whatever it was, it was at the very eye of that storm.
So every time I hear that last part, I remember that crazy yellow morning and Tubular Bells. I miss the 1970’s!!
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TheGreekDo you think the punch was spiked with Cid ?Quote
MileHigh
I have to paste this posting that someone left in the YouTube comments because it's just too much! Americans know how to party, and they really knew how to party in the Seventies!
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Somewhere in 1975, my family went to Dallas Texas to visit some old friends. We stayed at the friends house which was near White Rock Lake. The next night, my parents and their friends had a big party. My dad and his friend Bob made some sort of punch with everclear and who knows what else. All the kids were sequester to a back room with a TV and some 32 ounce bottles of coke. If we tried to leave the room, we were ushered back in by our parents. All night long we listened to the sound of the party. The punch took its toll well into the morning, the party went on for a long time, like a drunken hurricane. When the morning came, my friend and I got up to go raid the party food. What we found were people passed out everywhere, the couches, floors, chairs and in every room save the one the kids rode the party out in. I don’t think anyone who came to the party had left yet. My parents were passed out in one room on a waterbed with other people on the floor. my friends parents were passed out in their room with 15 other people, both on the bed and the floor.
I remember the scene like it was yesterday. The room was bathed in yellow light from the morning sun filtering in through yellow sheer curtains. A clock radio was on that the last part of Tubular Bells was playing. It was like the Jonestown massacre with an amazing soundtrack. People laying everywhere, some snoring, all bathed in the yellow light of morning.
My friend and I got the party food and watched as the group slowly woke up and left alone and in pairs in the wake/aftermath of the night before. By 2:00 PM everyone had gone home hungover. My dad and bob never said what was all in the punch but whatever it was, it was at the very eye of that storm.
So every time I hear that last part, I remember that crazy yellow morning and Tubular Bells. I miss the 1970’s!!
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MAF
I remember the sound of Tubular Bells running to the front row in 1982...
To which i reply Lucy In the Sky with Diamonds . You do know that i had to Google her name .Quote
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TheGreekDo you think the punch was spiked with Cid ?Quote
MileHigh
I have to paste this posting that someone left in the YouTube comments because it's just too much! Americans know how to party, and they really knew how to party in the Seventies!
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Somewhere in 1975, my family went to Dallas Texas to visit some old friends. We stayed at the friends house which was near White Rock Lake. The next night, my parents and their friends had a big party. My dad and his friend Bob made some sort of punch with everclear and who knows what else. All the kids were sequester to a back room with a TV and some 32 ounce bottles of coke. If we tried to leave the room, we were ushered back in by our parents. All night long we listened to the sound of the party. The punch took its toll well into the morning, the party went on for a long time, like a drunken hurricane. When the morning came, my friend and I got up to go raid the party food. What we found were people passed out everywhere, the couches, floors, chairs and in every room save the one the kids rode the party out in. I don’t think anyone who came to the party had left yet. My parents were passed out in one room on a waterbed with other people on the floor. my friends parents were passed out in their room with 15 other people, both on the bed and the floor.
I remember the scene like it was yesterday. The room was bathed in yellow light from the morning sun filtering in through yellow sheer curtains. A clock radio was on that the last part of Tubular Bells was playing. It was like the Jonestown massacre with an amazing soundtrack. People laying everywhere, some snoring, all bathed in the yellow light of morning.
My friend and I got the party food and watched as the group slowly woke up and left alone and in pairs in the wake/aftermath of the night before. By 2:00 PM everyone had gone home hungover. My dad and bob never said what was all in the punch but whatever it was, it was at the very eye of that storm.
So every time I hear that last part, I remember that crazy yellow morning and Tubular Bells. I miss the 1970’s!!
Linda Sue Dixon?