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I forgot to give a rundown of who the Wilsons are as pictured on the CD cover: Top Row L to R: Mike- (the dapper one) Buddy- (clown prince of the euphonium) Nestor- (mentally challenged assistant manager) Harvey- (the responsible one) Bottom row L to R: Freida- (the fun one) Mindy- (the cute, libidinous one) Sylvia- (the practical one)
I don't know whether to laugh or cry, Blobbie! So many memories........so many memories......we were just a bunch of kids............our first gold album.............anyhooo.......... I don't know anything about the sound of the euphonium attracting moose, but let me tell you; quite simply, Freida couldn't say no to the sound of the euph(wink, wink!!!). With respect, she was the libidinous one, if you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down, as we say in jazz (It's ok, we were just cousins)!! It was a crazy ride!!! And then, like so many successful pop stars, she was lying dead in a (big) pool of her own vomit (I guess that's why I just can't deal with "full-figured" gals anymore, Blobbie!!). That very night, with the help of two good buddies, Ol' Grandad and Jim Beam, I wrote the song that made Conway Twitty famous-"The Silent Tambourine (there's another Angel in Heaven tonight)". But that was a long time ago, in a world far away -life does go on, eh Blob? To answer your question, would we really be better off (without the velvety sound of the euphonium)? let me quote some lyrics from one of my favourite songs from the 1966 TV special The Wilsons play for Lovers Only Valentine Extraveganza featuring Patty Duke. "Yes, I may dream a million dreams, but how can they come true, if there will never ever be another euph......" I suspect that settles it, eh Blobbie?? Thanks for the memories ( you may not be the world's most famous Jew, but you certainly are the most important, journalistically speaking!!!)!!!
Screw Mike!!! Fuck him!!! Dapper my ass!!! He always was a self-important loud-mouth (oh, I'm soooo important!!!)!!! Freida loved ME!!! And I've still got the genital warts to prove it!!! I could show you pictures, but I hear that's frowned on these days on the Blob.
Mikester, I'm so sorry to have stirred up that old hornet's nest of sibling rivalry. I always remember Buddy as the runt of the litter who developed a biting humor to compensate for his perceived shortcomings. The Ringo Starr to your Paul, the Tommy Smothers to your Dick. I thought it was all an act but now,years later, I know better.
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I forgot to give a rundown of who the Wilsons are as pictured on the CD cover:
Top Row L to R:
Mike- (the dapper one)
Buddy- (clown prince of the euphonium)
Nestor- (mentally challenged assistant manager)
Harvey- (the responsible one)
Bottom row L to R:
Freida- (the fun one)
Mindy- (the cute, libidinous one)
Sylvia- (the practical one)
I don't know whether to laugh or cry, Blobbie! So many memories........so many memories......we were just a bunch of kids............our first gold album.............anyhooo.......... I don't know anything about the sound of the euphonium attracting moose, but let me tell you; quite simply, Freida couldn't say no to the sound of the euph(wink, wink!!!). With respect, she was the libidinous one, if you're pickin' up what I'm puttin' down, as we say in jazz (It's ok, we were just cousins)!! It was a crazy ride!!! And then, like so many successful pop stars, she was lying dead in a (big) pool of her own vomit (I guess that's why I just can't deal with "full-figured" gals anymore, Blobbie!!). That very night, with the help of two good buddies, Ol' Grandad and Jim Beam, I wrote the song that made Conway Twitty famous-"The Silent Tambourine (there's another Angel in Heaven tonight)". But that was a long time ago, in a world far away -life does go on, eh Blob? To answer your question, would we really be better off (without the velvety sound of the euphonium)? let me quote some lyrics from one of my favourite songs from the 1966 TV special The Wilsons play for Lovers Only Valentine Extraveganza featuring Patty Duke. "Yes, I may dream a million dreams, but how can they come true, if there will never ever be another euph......" I suspect that settles it, eh Blobbie?? Thanks for the memories ( you may not be the world's most famous Jew, but you certainly are the most important, journalistically speaking!!!)!!!
What are we...chopped liver!!??!!
Let it be duly noted that significant umbrage has been taken.
Screw Mike!!! Fuck him!!! Dapper my ass!!! He always was a self-important loud-mouth (oh, I'm soooo important!!!)!!! Freida loved ME!!! And I've still got the genital warts to prove it!!! I could show you pictures, but I hear that's frowned on these days on the Blob.
Mikester, I'm so sorry to have stirred up that old hornet's nest of sibling rivalry. I always remember Buddy as the runt of the litter who developed a biting humor to compensate for his perceived shortcomings. The Ringo Starr to your Paul, the Tommy Smothers to your Dick.
I thought it was all an act but now,years later, I know better.
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