The Argyle Sweater by Scott Hilburn for March 07, 2013

Hit and run, isn’t that a felony?

Bar bar bar bar BarbarAnn right over him.

What the post office was doing at the beach, I’ll never know!

Hope she goes straight home.

Otherwise she might run into Bad Company.And Temptations are everywhere.

That’s the trouble when you’re stuck in Traffic.

My R.E.O. Speedwagon doesn’t pass anything.

Help me Rhonda!

Stopped at a fast food joint for a McJagger

She’s the terror of Colorado Blvd.

Well she certain didn’t Stop! In the Name Of Love. She’s lucky she wasn’t caught by The Police. But she may yet be Wanted, Dead Or Alive.

Trophy on the hood from her Surfin’ Safari.

She even knocked his pants off!

Car surfing gone wrong.

That’s gotta Sting!

@Picto – Neither does Freddie’s Mercury.

…probably had one bourbon, one scotch and one beer before she got behind the wheel…

WILSON !!!

A moment of silence, for our battered and fried Boy

At some point in the early sixties, I ran sound for the Beach Boys at the Roller Rink in Alexandria, VA.

They called me (through my agent) at the last minute and I did the best that I could with the weak equipment that I had on hand. Everything else had been stolen in a burglary a week earlier.

Dennis Wilson was a major jerk and constantly complained and whined about everything. Everyone else was reasonable considering the circumstances.

If you are a musician, you can tell that most of the songs they sang live or even recorded were sung flat or sharp. Hurt my ears, but that was long ago.

Good guys in that era that I worked with were Rick Nelson and Tony Orlando. I would say more but I am saving it for the book.

The old Sarge

Him you passed some Cars.

Maybe she’s a Surfer Girl.

She’ll be regrettin’ this Ten Years After.(R.I.P. Alvin)

rolled a beatle at the dung ball.

Literally!

She is looking at 30 days in the hole.