I’m serious ..not a fucking thing happened…I went to all the scources that I use on line to find out the events for the year…and nothing..nada, zip, zero, zilch, nary a thing..well, some teenage black kids tried to start up another Watts riot and got shot for their effort….France withdrew from Nato(big whoop).The only thing of worth that happened(this one is for you Dom)…England defeats W. Germany for the World Cup In Soccer(ok, Dom..football)4-2…so it wasn’t a total wash out…I really couln’t figure it out…why…did…nothing ….happen…Then I remembered the year…1966…fuck..we were all stoned….we were toking, droping, tripping, meditating, dancing, moving and a grooving, and getting down…We were in no frame of mind to actually do anything…we were bombed out of our little grass soaked minds…we were gazing off into the distance marveling at sunsets..feeling our hair grow, seeing flashes of color and waving our hands around in the air, watching the trails….(not this year, but about 1968 I actually followed a cigarette a guy was smoking all the way to the ashtray…with my nose in the ashtray…was follwing that little red ball of light where ever it went..when the guy put his cigarette out, I was heart broken..)
Actually everyone else was tripping but I was throwing off the binding ties of matrimony…We are in Portland, Oregon, Thom is 4 months old, David is 22 months old, I have never worked with the exception of some waitress jobs and not a graduate and no experiences for the job world…This is the world of Jackie not knowing Jackshit…but Jackie knows one thing…Bob has got to go…The final straw was when we were down town Portland and clothes shopping for the kids…We passed a window and don’t even remember what was in the window, but I stopped to admire it..and #1 grabbed my arm and said ‘come on stupid, you know you’re not going to buy that..I have all the money’….snap….yes, you actually do here that snapping sound when your mind goes…I heard it…it went ‘SNAP’.. and I could smell the frayed ends of some brain cells on top of it…I slowly turned around and shook my arm loose and very calmly said(anyone that knows me when I am calm about anything…………….run for the fucking hills)’don’t ever call me stupid again.If you call me stupid again, I will pick up the bigest handiest thing I can find and I will beat the living shit out of you’…(this coming from someone who has stood by and let him call me names for 6 years)….Bob, the asshole, didn’t belive me…So, I told him, ‘that’s it, I’m serious..you call me stupid one more time..and your gone..out of here..history..I will divorice you and you can kiss my big tittied young ass goodbye..’
Well, he could no more stop being an asshole than I could being big tittied…so he called me stupid at a later date, and I threw his ass out…He said, I would come crawling back to him, that I didn’t know how to do anything, wouldn’t get a job and would be back in a week…Well, it’s been 40 years…..I not only got a job, as a cocktail waitress at the Palm Gardens, I got another job as a bartender at a beer bar(The Hook & Ladder)…I was a gogo dancer on Sunday nights, I was a nude model for an art school on Wed. nights, and was a model for a magazine, that specialized in sports wear…Most of these jobs still allowed me to spend a lot of time with my boys as they were at babysitters by bedtime and I picked them up in the am…I was still nursing Thom when I went to work at the Palm Gardens…pumped my breasts for the 10pm feeding and was home before the next one..but I would still leak milk all over my little Hawaiian shirt that I wore over my fish net hose and high heels…It actually helped me with the tips…and no one made a pass at me…who wants a nursing mother, no matter how big them tits were..Every body drank, took drugs, and had a great time..I worked my ass off…that is actually when I started drinking…Had never drank before in my life…23 years old and didn’t drink..but drinking runs in my family so I took to it like a duck to water…So while I am learning to be free and taking care of my 2 sons..the music goes on….’Lightning Strikes’ by Lous christie(there is another song if you try to sing along with will hurt you). The Righteous Brothers had one of the best song’s ever out”Your My Soul and Inspiration,”…damn I loved the Righteous Brothers…’Good Loving’ by the Young Rascals, ‘These Boots Are Made For Walking’….by Nancy Sinatra was a BIG HIT for me..The Beatles had more hits with ‘Paperback Writer’ ‘Elanor Rigbey,’and “Yellow Submarine.”
Oh man, do I remember the first time I heard ‘Monday Monday’ by the Mama’s and Papa’s…’Paint It Black’ by the Stones.and the song that everybody thought was about something dirty….”Gloria”, by the Shadows of Knight.”When A Man Loves A Woman.” by Percy Sledge..Simon and Garfunkle say the greatest songs,’I am a Rock’,and ‘Homeward Bound.’…’You Don’t Have To Say You Love Me.’ by Dusty Springfield..’It’s a Man’s, Man’s, Man’s World’ by James Brown.’Sweet Pea’ by Tommy Roe.and most people were ‘8 Miles HIgh’ by the Byrds..’Rainy Day Woman nos 12%35 by Bob Dylan..
Man…there were so many great song this year…’Green Green Grass of Home’by Tom Jones,’Devil with a Blue Dress on/good Golly Miss Molly’ by Mitch Ryder and the Detroit Wheels..and the first time I heard Aaron Neville sing ‘Tell It Like It Is’, I nearly swooned…I fell in love with Donovan who sang’Sunshine Superman’, ‘Mellow Yellow’, and ‘Season of the Witch.’ohh ohh, and hey hey their the monkeys and ‘Last Train to Clarksville’…does anyone besides me know that that song was written as a protest to the war song? and was a ballad and the Monkeys tricked it out and jazzed it up and changed the meaning completely…’Wild Thing’…by the Troggs, oh I liked that song..and a song that I hear all the time on my oldies station..’Red Rubber Ball.’…’Hey Joe’, by the Leaves..’A Groovy Kind of Love’, by the Mind Benders….anyone having a musical flash back yet??? how about ‘Little Red Riding Hood’ by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs?’….’You Keep Me Hanging on’..by the Supremes…
well, belive it or not..there are many many more…1966 was a happening.I don’t know when I found time to listen to the music as I was working all the time..but the Palm Gardens hired some of the best bands around and they played all the hits…The best band we had was a 3 peice band called the Razor’s Edge…which was really small for our club as most of the bands were 5-12 members…but the Razor’s Edge…wow, they were terrific…and all they wanted to do was make enough money so they could go back to their home town and open up a bowling alley..they cracked me up…most bands were hustling the waitress’s, drinking, partying…these guys would finish their gig and go across the street and bowl all night long…wonder if they ever bought their bowling alley?….ahh, those were the days my friends…those were the days….
…….1966..AND NOTHING HAPPENED IN THE WORLD