Who knew? Teri Garr: Badass

Saw a couple posts by friends on Facebook, for some reason it's going around: Teri Garr was an awesome go-go dancer in the 1960s. She worked on a few teen romp films, and was a regular at concerts and TV shows (Shindig! and Hullabaloo, among others) as well. Then I found out she was on the T.A.M.I. show. Have you seen that video yet? Recently released (I think the Beach Boys held up its release over copyright or something like that), it's an amazing concert film with headliners the beach boys, Rolling Stones, and James Brown. they introduce Chuck Berry as an oldie, but shit, it's the mid-60s! Above, with the Supremes.

As a Whizbam Girl on The Cool ones. 

With Elvis! 

With Toni Basil, another go go girl!

 

Shake that shit!

This is a new post, and for some reason it won't load to the page. Click the link, however, to see her in a killer short film by John Harris, "Where's the Bus?" -- bonus Herb Alpert and the TJB soundtrack!

where's the bus?

 

 

Evidence CXXIV: Injured reserve gets in the game

So some hullabaloo over what constitutes the "rules" for spreading the word to a few homies. Bottom line: we got a small crew who we share info with, none are fools, none get busted for doing stupid shit. Courtney and the guys pumped this pool from the top, so in my book they're entitled to tell who they want, although the guy who told 'em where it is begged to differ and apparently got mad about it. No need for ire -- again, nobody busted, nobody doing stupid shit, just taking pleasure in riding an amazing bowl with a few friends... Above, B-Rad gets what he claims are his first frontside grinds on Anthony. We were all nursing aches and pains this day, so it was a quick session and we all just tried to hold it down.

Evidence remains, but trips over the stairs can cause some damage. 

Hoss gets a taste of the love seat. This thing will open up... 

Sexy curves on this one...

Evidence CXXIII: Two in the Bush

Another lazy Sunday -- well, not really, did a shit ton of work around the house. But the afternoon came and it was time to shred. Dirt and the boys were on this side of town pumping out a new one. While that was drying, we headed east to check on another. Beastly cool deck, but a cool little channel feature. Fun but tough.

Joe Dirt blasts the channel frontside. 

I know, excuses, excuses, but switching from phone camera to snapper means adjusting to two different lags in the shutter.  

Court had no problemo crushing the deck.

This one as a gem found by Robbie. Apparently full to the brim, these guys pumped it dry so that when we came back it would be good to go. Amazing bowl, big, open, reminiscent of the 803 and Hobbit Hole...

Joe did not make this exact back-d, he made the one before it. Because I lagged on getting a shot of the first one, I only got bails. But it looked killer, just like this. Sorry, bail shot, I suck, lies, etc., etc. 

Robbie got his grinds on. 

Look carefully, it's Court smashing through the box.

 

Trip to Boston

Killer trip to Boston to visit Meg, summed up by a chimpanzee flashing her boobs. Yep, that's Boston. 

Did a tour of part of the Freedom Trail. FFRREEEEEEEEDDDDOOOMMMM! Yeah! Tons of grave dating back to the 17th century, many have skulls and crossbones, skulls and wings, full skeletons, etc. Apparently the Puritans did not like depictions of the sacred (angels, cherubs) on their graves, considered them heresy, and preferred the profane. Freaking' cool as shit. 

The answer is "yes." 

Last night in Beantown equals lobstah dinner, stuffed clams, beer, rolls and salad. Thanks Meggers! Miss you, see you soon. 

Meg's got this picture of us at the Shady Dell in Bisbee. This is in Sept 2011, after 9-11, before we were engaged and after we'd been dating a couple months long distance. Probably spent a total of 8 days hanging out when this was taken. My '64 Valiant and the 12' homemade trailer. Great times (and I had all of my fingers back then). 

Had to throw this one in there. This is in Tempe the day before I left. Apparently someone drove through a jizz storm and hadn't yet washed their car? Disgusting!

Chained to Your Heart

Another in a long series of ear worms. This is one I picked up at Dick Vivian's Rooky Ricardo's Record Shop on that last trip to SF, by recommendation of Dick himself. Dude was awesome -- I told him some stuff I was looking for, what I was into, and he went through a few boxes and pulled out bunch of records for me to listen to. And as all good shops that sell used records do, of course they had some listening stations. Spent too much money -- my only complaint would be that some of the stuff is a little pricey, but at the same time, some of the stuff was priced really well. A metric shit ton of stock, I could've spent hours in there. Thanks Dick!

Bobby Moore and the Rhythm Aces was formed by Moore in 1952 in Georgia when he was in the military. He was the bandleader and a sax player. They recorded some earlier stuff that was older style (slower) R&B, but Moore recorded this jam as a solo bit in the mid-‘60s. Uptempo, killer vocals, it wails!

Evidence CXXII: White Light, White Heat

Missed out on the session the day before, not enough time, too much to do. Randy and a couple heads were in town from New Orleans, met by a friend from CO. Big crew with Joe, Craig, Court, Jesse, Dickborg and I, so we kept it to a permission: Adam's. But good goddam, that sun was so bad it was super hard to see; the deep end faces west. I took a couple runs but mostly jawed, while others ripped. Randy got box then started doing tricks in the shallow. With some time left and the sun still bright, we decided to boogie. Above: Evidence at Adam's is almost 6 years old.

Randy, fsbs in the shallow at Adam's. 

Facing a scorching sun, we hit the standby power line pool. Civilians were lurking in the alley, including a neighbor, but they didn't give a shit, and watched us when we started skating. Evidence at the power line is also about 6 years old.

So, uh, yeah... switching between phone and camera has proven to yield some not-so-great results, as this late shot of Randy's fsg proves...

Evidence CXXI: The Evidence is under water

Look familiar? It's the third pool we skated on Easter Day. Because the Pool Dust sticker is plausible enough to be a real pool company, people have been known to leave them on the tile above the stairs even though they are filling up the pool. I'm guessing the ink doesn't stand up to the chlorine for very long, but it's nice to see. Photo courtesy of the Dickborg.