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Post by Biggles on Oct 18, 2015 0:31:34 GMT -5
Three teasers and still no story? Sounds like Ian's last three solo efforts. Dammit Jeff, this better be good! Well, I did start it, two-and-a half years ago, with the first installment. Can't you be a little patient? Trust me, I said there will be a big payoff in the end, and there will be. Second installment coming tonight! Jeff It's tonight. Okay, we'll give you 24 hours. For god sake, the man wore a codpiece outside his tights. The most manly thing Ian ever did was play in a band with Glenn, Mick, and Clive... the end!
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Post by Nonfatman on Oct 18, 2015 0:41:39 GMT -5
Well, I did start it, two-and-a half years ago, with the first installment. Can't you be a little patient? Trust me, I said there will be a big payoff in the end, and there will be. Second installment coming tonight! Jeff It's tonight. Okay, we'll give you 24 hours. For god sake, the man wore a codpiece outside his tights. The most manly thing Ian ever did was play in a band with Glenn, Mick, and Clive... the end! Tomorrow, for sure! Jeff
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Post by Nonfatman on Oct 18, 2015 12:59:18 GMT -5
Seeing as we have previously explored Ian's feminine side in our Effeminate Ian thread here..... thejethrotullboard.proboards.com/index.cgi?board=general&action=display&thread=3013.....I thought it would only be fair to explore his masculine side in this new thread, which I have entitled 'Manly Ian.' And I have just the story - never told online before, and dare I say installment story? - to kick off the thread! Stay tuned. Jeff Okay, it's about time I finally tell this story, which I've been planning to do for quite awhile! I know I said two installments plus an epilogue, but it may take me an additional installment or two before I get to the epilogue. As always, there will be a big payoff at the end, you can be sure of that, so please bear with me! Anyway, we are transported back in time to Labor Day weekend, 1999. It was the Dot Com tour, and Tull were playing shows on consecutive nights in Holmdel, New Jersey and Jones Beach on Long Island, as they often do while touring the NYC area during the summer. My wife Karen and I had become engaged about a month earlier, in late July I think, after dating for three years, so it was an exciting time for us. For the holiday, we planned an extended weekend on Long Island, to include the Jones Beach show, of course, and a visit to my parents' house in Stony Brook for a Labor Day barbeque. But, being newlyweds, we were not about to stay with my parents, so instead we made reservations for a nice Marriott about twenty minutes away. The day before leaving for Long Island, which must have been a Thursday, I went to the Holmdel show with Rob Scollo, a great show (albeit a disappointing setlist), so I was excited about seeing the next night's show at Jones Beach. Since we would be staying nearby my parents' house, I had bought four tickets to the show, for me, Karen, my mother and my sister, who at that time was still living with my parents. I had already taken Sis to quite a few previous shows over the years, but this was going to be the first time Mom was ever seeing Tull! To be continued..... Jeff We drove to Long Island the next morning and checked into the Marriot in Islandia, about twenty minutes from my parent's house in Stony Brook. At the time, I was driving a red Ford Probe, having previously survived a potentially fatal accident when driving home from Poughkeepsie after a Tull show in 1997, which resulted in the destruction of my beloved Mercury Cougar. But I liked the Probe too, it was sporty and fast, a cool concert car. Anyway, we hung out at the hotel for a while, before going to pick my mother and sister up an hour or two before the show. As some may recall from my previous posts, my mother has given my lots of grief about my Tull addiction over the years, calling me a "camp follower" and likening me to a nut job in our family who was obsessed with the entertainer, Danny Kaye, knew everything about him and collected enough Danny Kaye memorabilia to fill a small warehouse. Deep down, I knew she had a point -- I've struggled with the extent of my fandom as a result -- but she's also crossed the line a few times, for example, contempuously stating that Tull has been "the ruination" of my life and cynically speculating that I would probably be more upset if Ian were to die that if she were to. Despite her intense feeling of negativity bordering on hostility toward my devotion to Tull, which she considered unhealthy and a waste of my resources, my mother gladly accepted my invitation. She was pleased, I am sure, to have an opportunity to spend some time with my sister and I, and also my new finance, especially in a different kind of setting like an outdoor summer concert on a holiday weekend. And this being her first Tull show -- she's been to two others since -- I think she was curious to see and hear the band that I had been so enthused about since I was a teenager. So Mom's hostility toward Tull was trumped by her curiousity and maternal happiness at being included. She was definitely game. And she knew how to get into the spirit of things, too. Because as I drove up the driveway, she and my sister, both donning Tull concert tees, rushed out onto the front lawn, perched themselves on one leg and began playing air-flute, much to my amusement! To be continued.... Jeff [Correction: In my initial post I correctly indicated that Karen and I had gotten engaged in July of 1999, a month or so before the Dot Com show, but then I mistakenly referred to us as "newlyweds." We were not married until the following July, so I should have written newly-engaged instead of newlyweds.]
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Post by Heavy Horse on Oct 19, 2015 10:46:36 GMT -5
Okay, it's about time I finally tell this story, which I've been planning to do for quite awhile! I know I said two installments plus an epilogue, but it may take me an additional installment or two before I get to the epilogue. As always, there will be a big payoff at the end, you can be sure of that, so please bear with me! Anyway, we are transported back in time to Labor Day weekend, 1999. It was the Dot Com tour, and Tull were playing shows on consecutive nights in Holmdel, New Jersey and Jones Beach on Long Island, as they often do while touring the NYC area during the summer. My wife Karen and I had become engaged about a month earlier, in late July I think, after dating for three years, so it was an exciting time for us. For the holiday, we planned an extended weekend on Long Island, to include the Jones Beach show, of course, and a visit to my parents' house in Stony Brook for a Labor Day barbeque. But, being newlyweds, we were not about to stay with my parents, so instead we made reservations for a nice Marriott about twenty minutes away. The day before leaving for Long Island, which must have been a Thursday, I went to the Holmdel show with Rob Scollo, a great show (albeit a disappointing setlist), so I was excited about seeing the next night's show at Jones Beach. Since we would be staying nearby my parents' house, I had bought four tickets to the show, for me, Karen, my mother and my sister, who at that time was still living with my parents. I had already taken Sis to quite a few previous shows over the years, but this was going to be the first time Mom was ever seeing Tull! To be continued..... Jeff We drove to Long Island the next morning and checked into the Marriot in Islandia, about twenty minutes from my parent's house in Stony Brook. At the time, I was driving a red Ford Probe, having previously survived a potentially fatal accident when driving home from Poughkeepsie after a Tull show in 1997, which resulted in the destruction of my beloved Mercury Cougar. But I liked the Probe too, it was sporty and fast, a cool concert car. Anyway, we hung out at the hotel for a while, before going to pick my mother and sister up an hour or two before the show. As some may recall from my previous posts, my mother has given my lots of grief about my Tull addiction over the years, calling me a "camp follower" and likening me to a nut job in our family who was obsessed with the entertainer, Danny Kaye, knew everything about him and collected enough Danny Kaye memorabilia to fill a small warehouse. Deep down, I knew she had a point -- I've struggled with the extent of my fandom as a result -- but she's also crossed the line a few times, for example, contempuously stating that Tull has been "the ruination" of my life and cynically speculating that I would probably be more upset if Ian were to die that if she were to. Despite her intense feeling of negativity bordering on hostility toward my devotion to Tull, which she considered unhealthy and a waste of my resources, my mother gladly accepted my invitation. She was pleased, I am sure, to have an opportunity to spend some time with my sister and I, and also my new finance, especially in a different kind of setting like an outdoor summer concert on a holiday weekend. And this being her first Tull show -- she's been to two others since -- I think she was curious to see and hear the band that I had been so enthused about since I was a teenager. So Mom's hostility toward Tull was trumped by her curiousity and maternal happiness at being included. She was definitely game. And she knew how to get into the spirit of things, too. Because as I drove up the driveway, she and my sister, both donning Tull concert tees, rushed out onto the front lawn, perched themselves on one leg and began playing air-flute, much to my amusement! To be continued.... Jeff [Correction: In my initial post I correctly indicated that Karen and I had gotten engaged in July of 1999, a month or so before the Dot Com show, but then I mistakenly referred to us as "newlyweds." We were not married until the following July, so I should have written newly-engaged instead of newlyweds.] I hope someone's snapped up the film-rights to this...
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Post by Biggles on Oct 19, 2015 19:38:20 GMT -5
Okay, it's about time I finally tell this story, which I've been planning to do for quite awhile! I know I said two installments plus an epilogue, but it may take me an additional installment or two before I get to the epilogue. As always, there will be a big payoff at the end, you can be sure of that, so please bear with me! Anyway, we are transported back in time to Labor Day weekend, 1999. It was the Dot Com tour, and Tull were playing shows on consecutive nights in Holmdel, New Jersey and Jones Beach on Long Island, as they often do while touring the NYC area during the summer. My wife Karen and I had become engaged about a month earlier, in late July I think, after dating for three years, so it was an exciting time for us. For the holiday, we planned an extended weekend on Long Island, to include the Jones Beach show, of course, and a visit to my parents' house in Stony Brook for a Labor Day barbeque. But, being newlyweds, we were not about to stay with my parents, so instead we made reservations for a nice Marriott about twenty minutes away. The day before leaving for Long Island, which must have been a Thursday, I went to the Holmdel show with Rob Scollo, a great show (albeit a disappointing setlist), so I was excited about seeing the next night's show at Jones Beach. Since we would be staying nearby my parents' house, I had bought four tickets to the show, for me, Karen, my mother and my sister, who at that time was still living with my parents. I had already taken Sis to quite a few previous shows over the years, but this was going to be the first time Mom was ever seeing Tull! To be continued..... Jeff We drove to Long Island the next morning and checked into the Marriot in Islandia, about twenty minutes from my parent's house in Stony Brook. At the time, I was driving a red Ford Probe, having previously survived a potentially fatal accident when driving home from Poughkeepsie after a Tull show in 1997, which resulted in the destruction of my beloved Mercury Cougar. But I liked the Probe too, it was sporty and fast, a cool concert car. Anyway, we hung out at the hotel for a while, before going to pick my mother and sister up an hour or two before the show. As some may recall from my previous posts, my mother has given my lots of grief about my Tull addiction over the years, calling me a "camp follower" and likening me to a nut job in our family who was obsessed with the entertainer, Danny Kaye, knew everything about him and collected enough Danny Kaye memorabilia to fill a small warehouse. Deep down, I knew she had a point -- I've struggled with the extent of my fandom as a result -- but she's also crossed the line a few times, for example, contempuously stating that Tull has been "the ruination" of my life and cynically speculating that I would probably be more upset if Ian were to die that if she were to. Despite her intense feeling of negativity bordering on hostility toward my devotion to Tull, which she considered unhealthy and a waste of my resources, my mother gladly accepted my invitation. She was pleased, I am sure, to have an opportunity to spend some time with my sister and I, and also my new finance, especially in a different kind of setting like an outdoor summer concert on a holiday weekend. And this being her first Tull show -- she's been to two others since -- I think she was curious to see and hear the band that I had been so enthused about since I was a teenager. So Mom's hostility toward Tull was trumped by her curiousity and maternal happiness at being included. She was definitely game. And she knew how to get into the spirit of things, too. Because as I drove up the driveway, she and my sister, both donning Tull concert tees, rushed out onto the front lawn, perched themselves on one leg and began playing air-flute, much to my amusement! To be continued.... Jeff [Correction: In my initial post I correctly indicated that Karen and I had gotten engaged in July of 1999, a month or so before the Dot Com show, but then I mistakenly referred to us as "newlyweds." We were not married until the following July, so I should have written newly-engaged instead of newlyweds.] very good, thanks. Also, may I suggest a "camp follower" topic in the future? Your mom is on to something here. I know so many camp followers of all musical genres (including my pops). I'm pretty sure it would make for a good thread. Can't wait for the next installment! (Well I can but, not 2 1/2 more yrs.)
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Post by TM on Oct 20, 2015 19:23:58 GMT -5
Okay, it's about time I finally tell this story, which I've been planning to do for quite awhile! I know I said two installments plus an epilogue, but it may take me an additional installment or two before I get to the epilogue. As always, there will be a big payoff at the end, you can be sure of that, so please bear with me! Anyway, we are transported back in time to Labor Day weekend, 1999. It was the Dot Com tour, and Tull were playing shows on consecutive nights in Holmdel, New Jersey and Jones Beach on Long Island, as they often do while touring the NYC area during the summer. My wife Karen and I had become engaged about a month earlier, in late July I think, after dating for three years, so it was an exciting time for us. For the holiday, we planned an extended weekend on Long Island, to include the Jones Beach show, of course, and a visit to my parents' house in Stony Brook for a Labor Day barbeque. But, being newlyweds, we were not about to stay with my parents, so instead we made reservations for a nice Marriott about twenty minutes away. The day before leaving for Long Island, which must have been a Thursday, I went to the Holmdel show with Rob Scollo, a great show (albeit a disappointing setlist), so I was excited about seeing the next night's show at Jones Beach. Since we would be staying nearby my parents' house, I had bought four tickets to the show, for me, Karen, my mother and my sister, who at that time was still living with my parents. I had already taken Sis to quite a few previous shows over the years, but this was going to be the first time Mom was ever seeing Tull! To be continued..... Jeff We drove to Long Island the next morning and checked into the Marriot in Islandia, about twenty minutes from my parent's house in Stony Brook. At the time, I was driving a red Ford Probe, having previously survived a potentially fatal accident when driving home from Poughkeepsie after a Tull show in 1997, which resulted in the destruction of my beloved Mercury Cougar. But I liked the Probe too, it was sporty and fast, a cool concert car. Anyway, we hung out at the hotel for a while, before going to pick my mother and sister up an hour or two before the show. As some may recall from my previous posts, my mother has given my lots of grief about my Tull addiction over the years, calling me a "camp follower" and likening me to a nut job in our family who was obsessed with the entertainer, Danny Kaye, knew everything about him and collected enough Danny Kaye memorabilia to fill a small warehouse. Deep down, I knew she had a point -- I've struggled with the extent of my fandom as a result -- but she's also crossed the line a few times, for example, contempuously stating that Tull has been "the ruination" of my life and cynically speculating that I would probably be more upset if Ian were to die that if she were to. Despite her intense feeling of negativity bordering on hostility toward my devotion to Tull, which she considered unhealthy and a waste of my resources, my mother gladly accepted my invitation. She was pleased, I am sure, to have an opportunity to spend some time with my sister and I, and also my new finance, especially in a different kind of setting like an outdoor summer concert on a holiday weekend. And this being her first Tull show -- she's been to two others since -- I think she was curious to see and hear the band that I had been so enthused about since I was a teenager. So Mom's hostility toward Tull was trumped by her curiousity and maternal happiness at being included. She was definitely game. And she knew how to get into the spirit of things, too. Because as I drove up the driveway, she and my sister, both donning Tull concert tees, rushed out onto the front lawn, perched themselves on one leg and began playing air-flute, much to my amusement! To be continued.... Jeff [Correction: In my initial post I correctly indicated that Karen and I had gotten engaged in July of 1999, a month or so before the Dot Com show, but then I mistakenly referred to us as "newlyweds." We were not married until the following July, so I should have written newly-engaged instead of newlyweds.] The part about your mother saying you'd probably be more upset if Ian died than she made me lol. She sounds like the perfect Jewish mother!
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Post by Nonfatman on Oct 21, 2015 13:26:55 GMT -5
We drove to Long Island the next morning and checked into the Marriot in Islandia, about twenty minutes from my parent's house in Stony Brook. At the time, I was driving a red Ford Probe, having previously survived a potentially fatal accident when driving home from Poughkeepsie after a Tull show in 1997, which resulted in the destruction of my beloved Mercury Cougar. But I liked the Probe too, it was sporty and fast, a cool concert car. Anyway, we hung out at the hotel for a while, before going to pick my mother and sister up an hour or two before the show. As some may recall from my previous posts, my mother has given my lots of grief about my Tull addiction over the years, calling me a "camp follower" and likening me to a nut job in our family who was obsessed with the entertainer, Danny Kaye, knew everything about him and collected enough Danny Kaye memorabilia to fill a small warehouse. Deep down, I knew she had a point -- I've struggled with the extent of my fandom as a result -- but she's also crossed the line a few times, for example, contempuously stating that Tull has been "the ruination" of my life and cynically speculating that I would probably be more upset if Ian were to die that if she were to. Despite her intense feeling of negativity bordering on hostility toward my devotion to Tull, which she considered unhealthy and a waste of my resources, my mother gladly accepted my invitation. She was pleased, I am sure, to have an opportunity to spend some time with my sister and I, and also my new finance, especially in a different kind of setting like an outdoor summer concert on a holiday weekend. And this being her first Tull show -- she's been to two others since -- I think she was curious to see and hear the band that I had been so enthused about since I was a teenager. So Mom's hostility toward Tull was trumped by her curiousity and maternal happiness at being included. She was definitely game. And she knew how to get into the spirit of things, too. Because as I drove up the driveway, she and my sister, both donning Tull concert tees, rushed out onto the front lawn, perched themselves on one leg and began playing air-flute, much to my amusement! To be continued.... Jeff [Correction: In my initial post I correctly indicated that Karen and I had gotten engaged in July of 1999, a month or so before the Dot Com show, but then I mistakenly referred to us as "newlyweds." We were not married until the following July, so I should have written newly-engaged instead of newlyweds.] The part about your mother saying you'd probably be more upset if Ian died than she made me lol. She sounds like the perfect Jewish mother! Oh, God, Paul, you have no idea. She can lay a guilt trip on you as only a Jewish mother can. If you think that was bad, she used to sing me this lullaby, really an anti-lullaby, whenever I misbehaved as a small child. I can't find it anywhere on the internet, but I'm sure it's Yiddish in origin and she heard it from my grandmother, and it has a really creepy melody that frightened me terribly and made me cry. It goes like this: Obey, obey your mother/obey her when you're small 'cause if you lose your mother/you lose the best of all One night when I was sleeping/beside my mother's bed An angel came from heaven/and told me she....was....deadAnd if it weren't for her constant interference, I almost certainly would have married my college girlfriend, a tall blonde shiksa from Maine - a trust fund baby whose family was among the original settlers of Kittery - who worshiped the ground I walked on. Man, I would have been on easy street up there, wearing work boots and checkered flannel shirts and pursuing rigorous manly activities such as hunting and woodcutting. Look what happened to me instead - heavy, tired, stressed out and stooped over a computer all day. Jeff
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Post by Biggles on Oct 21, 2015 20:48:45 GMT -5
"Look what happened to me instead - heavy, tired, stressed out and stooped over a computer all day." Jeff, I was headed for a life as a factory worker in Detroit when I hopped on a bus to Silicon Valley. I'm heavy, stressed out, etc... and happy as HELL I'm not wearing a damn lumberjack shirt, steel toed shoes, safety glasses and a hard-hat. You're doing fine. And thanks for eking out enough time to keep the board going.
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Post by StanDup on Oct 21, 2015 21:16:47 GMT -5
Woodcutting is OK. It's the stacking that sucks.
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Post by Biggles on Oct 21, 2015 21:37:03 GMT -5
Woodcutting is OK. It's the stacking that sucks. I'm a lumberjack and I'm okay, I cut all night and I stack all day!
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