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Rockman
Aint it truely strange how one can recognize
certain people from behind even though you've
never seen the back of them before ....
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Taylor1
Is there a reason why he lives in Holland and not England.
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michielz
Happy birthday Mick Taylor. Maybe a nice story to read for all the Taylor-fans out there:
December 2019 me and my family stayed for a week in a holiday home in the North of Holland. On second Christmas day we went for a ride trough the country side. The weather was rather grey. After several stops (watching the Hunebeds, some mystic stones from the past) we made a stop in a small village and went to a local cafe-restaurant. We ordered coffee, tea and some apple-pie. I was with my wife, two kids and 87 year old mother. We had a table near the window, which gave us a good view at the terrace in front of the café and at the historical centre of the village. Although it wasn’t really cold, the terrace was empty. The grey weather didn’t invite to sit outside. As we were enjoying our apple pie, suddenly a man came walking up on the terrace. He wore a long dark blue coat and a scarf. He put down a plastic bag from the local supermarket on the table right before our window. A baquette came half outside the bag, showing that he probably had done some shopping for second Christmas eve’s dinner. The man looked familiar. He had half long brown hair. The grey on top showed that it was dyed a while ago. Then he walked inside the café. I lost sight because the bar was in another part as were we were seated. A few minutes later he came back. He put down a big glas of water on the table and a small glass, which, by the shape of the glass, I would guess was Jenever, a typical dutch drink. He then took a package of cigarettes from his coat, which most likely, was the reason he sat outside. At that moment I got a short look at his face and now I knew for sure. The man, who sat just two metres in front of us, at the other side of the window, and lit a cigarette. I recognized his hair, his face …. I was watching the back of Mick Taylor, former guitarist of the Rolling Stones.
I told my family, who looked rather surprised. My kids said I should go and see him. “You’re talking ‘bout the Stones all the time, and now there’s one in front of you”, my son said. And my daugther said. You just say: “Hi Mick Taylor, nice to meet you. By the way, did you now smoking is very ‘dodelijk’ (dutch for ‘deathly). My daughter laughed about her own joke. But somehow I didn’t feel like going outside. What should I say? I guess Mick Taylor wouldn’t be sitting on a terrace in a small village in the North of Holland to be recognized. So I just sat there, watched him enjoying his drink and his cigarette. When we left the cafe I had a short look. He looked satisfied and in good shape. “Happy christmas mr. Taylor and thank you for the music”, I said to myself.
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michielz
A few minutes later he came back. He put down a big glas of water on the table and a small glass, which, by the shape of the glass, I would guess was Jenever, a typical dutch drink.
Stones.
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Rockman
Aint it truely strange how one can recognize
certain people from behind even though you've
never seen the back of them before ....