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| This Old Mike, He Played 7 |
| This is the first poster for my 'new' band Babylon. Tim Ivory & myself had started a band with Christopher Syzcech. Both Tim & I were guitar players so we switched off playing the bass. Tim & I both had ES 335's (I believe his was from the early sixties as it had the 'Mickey Mouse" ears" Tim traded this guitar for a late 70's P-bass. Ouch!) We were just a three piece band. At the same time I was playing with Cal & Paul in 'Albatross'. That band didn't work that much so we asked Paul to come play with us. Prior to this we had 'auditioned' quite a number of people including my cousin Bob Haselman. We settled on Dave Anfang. Dave was a nice guy but he bailed on us just prior to this Davis gig. Paul stepped in. This was still early & each guy had to haul his own stuff. Paul had this 70's Maverick that he jammed his crap into. The car always had a brick on the tranny hump. Paul introduced us to the trickery of a Pepsi can full of Windsor! You learned quickly that if you were really thirsty NEVER drink anything of Paul's! Anyway this Davis guy tried to stiff us the lousy $50.00 we agreed to play for. I hope he lost. |
| Ah! The Wild Weasels! Clockwise from top left: Mike, Rusty, Frank, Dink, Scott. Frank was trying to equal the success of his band the 'Speed Kings'. Frank & I picked out the material & practiced at my Grandfather's house ( I was living there). Rusty was Gramp's dog & was grateful that anyone was home to pet her. Rusty has long since perished. One day Sean was over for some recording & he was enjoying a large plate of spaghetti. He had found a whole tub of it in the refrigerator. We quickly stopped him as this was Rusty's food! Gramps fed Rusty ONE POUND of spaghetti a day. No wonder the dog died. Anyway, This was a decent band that never took off properly because Frank didn't want to be upstaged by anyone. After he fired Dink, I gave it another few months then I was gone too. The band pretty much folded after a few more jobs. Frank pretty much gave up leading bands after the Weasels folded. He was a decent guy when he wasn't full of himself. My ex & her friend Mary Joyce thought Frank was the biggest rock star in the world. They had pictures of the Speed Kings & for years after were still drooling that these guys would talk to them. Sheesh! Last I heard Frank was installing home stereos. I don't know what happened to Scott. He was a good guy. Rusty is dead & Dink's wife won't let him out. |
| Left to right: Cal, Diana O'Kelly, Mike& Kathy Moriarty. Cal worked with Diana at Sear's cafeteria and I worked with her at the chicken plucking plant. Her sister Kathy never worked with either of us. Lucky girl. Anyway they are such hotties that my head is on fire. |
| Once again left to right: Michael Sells, Tammy from Latter Rain Flowers and Glen Dawson. I've known Mike for years and he's a very nice man. He operates an abandoned silver mine that he is refurbishing to rent out for wedding receptions. Tammy is a very sweet girl so visit her flower store on Wabasha Street, downtown St. Paul. Glen? Glen is holding his penis. That's why he has that look on his face. Oh, fine. Glen's ok, too. |
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| Here are the Bobsy twins on the road in some hotel room in the mid-80's. Apparently Cal & Dink checked with each before packing their suitcases. Ah, the thrill of rock & roll! Every road trip had it's van issues. I believe this one was the one where the wheels were going to drop off. Then there was the time the engine blew & we towed the van to the bar. Then there was the drive shaft dropping off & the steering breaking & the muffler dropping off & getting rust in Paul's eye & the water pump breaking on the road & the starter going out in Mille Lacs on a Sunday & the van blowing up & shooting flames out of the side & The fan belt giving up on a country road & the brakes giving out & propelling the van into a ditch & a post in front of the bar & The umpteen times the battery went dead on the way to the bar in the dark. Oh the list is virtually endless. The current van's suspension is being held up by a 4x4 piece of wood. Can you say gluttons for punishment? |
| Here we are preparing to have our picture taken for some promo. Paul is adjusting Calvin's hat. I mean to say, my hat. And my shirt. And my jacket. If left on his own, Cal would be wearing that shiny shirt he had on a few pages back. Off to the upper left we can see Dink's then girlfiend, now wife. Dink went to his prom with Beth Triemert (who incidentally is a very nice looking woman & currently married),and the Shrew never got over this fact. It didn't help that the Dink's mother had a picture up in her house showing Dink & Beth together. It was up until Dink married Shrew that it was taken down. Shrew never liked me. She was a pain in the ass. I am a pain in the ass so I know one when I see one. Poor Dink, he never knew what hit him. |
