Obscure 1980's Music Trivia:

Anybody remember the photo of Vince Neil in bed, with an underage chic, that came out in an issue of Creem???

As I recall, there was a lawsuit and Vince narrowly escaped charges of lewd conduct with a minor.

I recall the photo like it was yesterday, but can't seem to find it.

Anybody else remember this???

Nope but at 8 years old in the 2nd grade, I had lewd thoughts of my 2nd grade teacher. She was such a hottie the running joke was none of the fathers ever missed a parent teacher conference for their kid in her class.
 
True story alert:

Technically, I had an apartment in Fullerton, but I was working/crashing in Hollywood during the week at a pal's apartment not far from The Rainbow on Shoreham Drive. (Later on around 1988 I moved into a rented hilltop house at 35051 Orange Avenue in Wildomar.

We worked a few jobs then, besides music, one of which was a lighting and sound company that erected concert stages. We met a lot of people through that job.

One night, we are at The Rainbow and we're just chillin' and these two girls sit down and start talking to us. I hit it off with the blonde and the other girl was gelling with my pal, so we decided to go for a drive. The blonde has a Chrysler Cordoba, and I'm sober, so I'm driving.

The two chics are buzzing pretty good and they start talking about some hi-rise hotel in Long Beach with a restaurant and night club on the top floor, so we head out there.

We partied so hard that night...drinking, dancing, eating...it was extreme. I guess it's about 4am at this point and I'm trying to find my way back to Hollywood. I was stopping at donut shops for coffee and to ask directions.

Finally get us back to the apartment and we gotta carry the chics into the pad. Both are wasted, my buddy is puking in the potted plants on the porch and I finally get everyone in bed and kinda start unwinding with some coffee. The sun is coming up at this point.

The blonde chic comes out in a huge dress shirt she must have found and sits with me and I'm telling her about all the hummingbirds that come to visit the feeder outside the kitchen window.

She smiles and asks me, "What planet are you from?" I was embarrassed and she saw it, so she immediately said, "I mean, you are different in a really good way," then kinda laughs.

So, I tell her all about my life story (I was 22 or 23 at the time and she was 35, IIRC) and we had a really cool morning just hanging out and talking.

I'll never forget this part...at one point in the conversation, she told me, "all night, you've looked in my eyes. You are the first person in a very long time that really talked to me and listened to me. I like being around you."

For about a year, we saw each other here and there as our schedules would permit. She ended up giving me a long distance calling card so we could keep in touch. We would spend weekends out at her apartment in Avalon on Catalina Island and we just basically hung out and had fun.

I recall her telling me that her job as an actress made having a personal life tough. I told her that being a poor farm kid made life tough too, which made her laugh. I knew a lot of secrets about her and I was comfortable with that.

Our two favorite spots was the '321 Club' in Padadena, a night club called "Studebaker's" (I wanna say it was in Anaheim?) And a car hop joint called Angelo's.

We kinda drifted apart amicably around 1990. The music scene was changing and I was missing my son that I hardly ever saw, so we met, talked and had a misty eyed goodbye and I drove back home in my 67 Dodge Coronet.

Fast forward to around 2003, I went through a devastating divorce and my life was turned totally upside down. While packing up all my stuff, I found her number scribbled on a cocktail napkin.

About a week later, I decided to call the number and got a message that the number had been changed. I jotted down the new number and called it after 13 years.

The voice on the other end of the line was familiar. I said, "Hey, what planet are you from?"

She replied, "Hayden!" (My middle name which she called me by) and we spent all night, literally from about 9pm until 6am on the phone. The long distance charges back then were staggering.

She tells me she's now living near Santa Clarita and invites me up to visit. We had some great times up there. I would often request to be sent to police training in the L.A. area so we could hang out.

Sadly, she passed away in 2009 at only 56 years of age.

Out of respect for her memory and her daughter (whom I knew about, but did not know) I'm not going to drop her name in this post, but if you PM me, I will tell you who she was, so long as you respect my wishes to not identify her publicly...
 
Nope but at 8 years old in the 2nd grade, I had lewd thoughts of my 2nd grade teacher. She was such a hottie the running joke was none of the fathers ever missed a parent teacher conference for their kid in her class.

I managed to pass 2nd grade, and yet when I got to third grade, my teacher was a relatively pretty young blonde teacher. Part way through the fall/winter she left and a blah teacher replaced her. Pretty sure she left to have a baby.
 
Another true story:

Met a chic at Angelo's drive in in Anaheim around 1988 named Cyndi Aldaco. She had a band and was looking for a guitar player. I never went to the audition, but I recently (past few months) found a taco bell napkin with her name and number on it at the bottom of my cable bag that she gave me that night...
 
True story alert:

Technically, I had an apartment in Fullerton, but I was working/crashing in Hollywood during the week at a pal's apartment not far from The Rainbow on Shoreham Drive. (Later on around 1988 I moved into a rented hilltop house at 35051 Orange Avenue in Wildomar.

We worked a few jobs then, besides music, one of which was a lighting and sound company that erected concert stages. We met a lot of people through that job.

One night, we are at The Rainbow and we're just chillin' and these two girls sit down and start talking to us. I hit it off with the blonde and the other girl was gelling with my pal, so we decided to go for a drive. The blonde has a Chrysler Cordoba, and I'm sober, so I'm driving.

The two chics are buzzing pretty good and they start talking about some hi-rise hotel in Long Beach with a restaurant and night club on the top floor, so we head out there.

We partied so hard that night...drinking, dancing, eating...it was extreme. I guess it's about 4am at this point and I'm trying to find my way back to Hollywood. I was stopping at donut shops for coffee and to ask directions.

Finally get us back to the apartment and we gotta carry the chics into the pad. Both are wasted, my buddy is puking in the potted plants on the porch and I finally get everyone in bed and kinda start unwinding with some coffee. The sun is coming up at this point.

The blonde chic comes out in a huge dress shirt she must have found and sits with me and I'm telling her about all the hummingbirds that come to visit the feeder outside the kitchen window.

She smiles and asks me, "What planet are you from?" I was embarrassed and she saw it, so she immediately said, "I mean, you are different in a really good way," then kinda laughs.

So, I tell her all about my life story (I was 22 or 23 at the time and she was 35, IIRC) and we had a really cool morning just hanging out and talking.

I'll never forget this part...at one point in the conversation, she told me, "all night, you've looked in my eyes. You are the first person in a very long time that really talked to me and listened to me. I like being around you."

For about a year, we saw each other here and there as our schedules would permit. She ended up giving me a long distance calling card so we could keep in touch. We would spend weekends out at her apartment in Avalon on Catalina Island and we just basically hung out and had fun.

I recall her telling me that her job as an actress made having a personal life tough. I told her that being a poor farm kid made life tough too, which made her laugh. I knew a lot of secrets about her and I was comfortable with that.

Our two favorite spots was the '321 Club' in Padadena, a night club called "Studebaker's" (I wanna say it was in Anaheim?) And a car hop joint called Angelo's.

We kinda drifted apart amicably around 1990. The music scene was changing and I was missing my son that I hardly ever saw, so we met, talked and had a misty eyed goodbye and I drove back home in my 67 Dodge Coronet.

Fast forward to around 2003, I went through a devastating divorce and my life was turned totally upside down. While packing up all my stuff, I found her number scribbled on a cocktail napkin.

About a week later, I decided to call the number and got a message that the number had been changed. I jotted down the new number and called it after 13 years.

The voice on the other end of the line was familiar. I said, "Hey, what planet are you from?"

She replied, "Hayden!" (My middle name which she called me by) and we spent all night, literally from about 9pm until 6am on the phone. The long distance charges back then were staggering.

She tells me she's now living near Santa Clarita and invites me up to visit. We had some great times up there. I would often request to be sent to police training in the L.A. area so we could hang out.

Sadly, she passed away in 2009 at only 56 years of age.

Out of respect for her memory and her daughter (whom I knew about, but did not know) I'm not going to drop her name in this post, but if you PM me, I will tell you who she was, so long as you respect my wishes to not identify her publicly...
Angelo’s on State College Blvd in Anaheim? Ate there many times, right around the corner from my work. They had great car nights there too.
 
Another true story:

Met a chic at Angelo's drive in in Anaheim around 1988 named Cyndi Aldaco. She had a band and was looking for a guitar player. I never went to the audition, but I recently (past few months) found a taco bell napkin with her name and number on it at the bottom of my cable bag that she gave me that night...
If I were to have come home with something like that, I don’t think I would still be married ha ha.
My wife was a bit jealous back then ..
Cheers
 
True story alert:

Technically, I had an apartment in Fullerton, but I was working/crashing in Hollywood during the week at a pal's apartment not far from The Rainbow on Shoreham Drive. (Later on around 1988 I moved into a rented hilltop house at 35051 Orange Avenue in Wildomar.

We worked a few jobs then, besides music, one of which was a lighting and sound company that erected concert stages. We met a lot of people through that job.

One night, we are at The Rainbow and we're just chillin' and these two girls sit down and start talking to us. I hit it off with the blonde and the other girl was gelling with my pal, so we decided to go for a drive. The blonde has a Chrysler Cordoba, and I'm sober, so I'm driving.

The two chics are buzzing pretty good and they start talking about some hi-rise hotel in Long Beach with a restaurant and night club on the top floor, so we head out there.

We partied so hard that night...drinking, dancing, eating...it was extreme. I guess it's about 4am at this point and I'm trying to find my way back to Hollywood. I was stopping at donut shops for coffee and to ask directions.

Finally get us back to the apartment and we gotta carry the chics into the pad. Both are wasted, my buddy is puking in the potted plants on the porch and I finally get everyone in bed and kinda start unwinding with some coffee. The sun is coming up at this point.

The blonde chic comes out in a huge dress shirt she must have found and sits with me and I'm telling her about all the hummingbirds that come to visit the feeder outside the kitchen window.

She smiles and asks me, "What planet are you from?" I was embarrassed and she saw it, so she immediately said, "I mean, you are different in a really good way," then kinda laughs.

So, I tell her all about my life story (I was 22 or 23 at the time and she was 35, IIRC) and we had a really cool morning just hanging out and talking.

I'll never forget this part...at one point in the conversation, she told me, "all night, you've looked in my eyes. You are the first person in a very long time that really talked to me and listened to me. I like being around you."

For about a year, we saw each other here and there as our schedules would permit. She ended up giving me a long distance calling card so we could keep in touch. We would spend weekends out at her apartment in Avalon on Catalina Island and we just basically hung out and had fun.

I recall her telling me that her job as an actress made having a personal life tough. I told her that being a poor farm kid made life tough too, which made her laugh. I knew a lot of secrets about her and I was comfortable with that.

Our two favorite spots was the '321 Club' in Padadena, a night club called "Studebaker's" (I wanna say it was in Anaheim?) And a car hop joint called Angelo's.

We kinda drifted apart amicably around 1990. The music scene was changing and I was missing my son that I hardly ever saw, so we met, talked and had a misty eyed goodbye and I drove back home in my 67 Dodge Coronet.

Fast forward to around 2003, I went through a devastating divorce and my life was turned totally upside down. While packing up all my stuff, I found her number scribbled on a cocktail napkin.

About a week later, I decided to call the number and got a message that the number had been changed. I jotted down the new number and called it after 13 years.

The voice on the other end of the line was familiar. I said, "Hey, what planet are you from?"

She replied, "Hayden!" (My middle name which she called me by) and we spent all night, literally from about 9pm until 6am on the phone. The long distance charges back then were staggering.

She tells me she's now living near Santa Clarita and invites me up to visit. We had some great times up there. I would often request to be sent to police training in the L.A. area so we could hang out.

Sadly, she passed away in 2009 at only 56 years of age.

Out of respect for her memory and her daughter (whom I knew about, but did not know) I'm not going to drop her name in this post, but if you PM me, I will tell you who she was, so long as you respect my wishes to not identify her publicly...

I had a few wild stories, ( for me anyway that go something like that)

At one point in time during my college years, I used to go to this 2 sided bar restaurant/ club a few miles down the road from our apartment I grew up in the past 9-10 years. ( The place I found the alligator at)

Anyhow, one night I went a riding my Honda Nighthawk and had a bite to eat there and then went over to the club side to listen to music and see what kind of good looking girls might be there. As I was standing in the crowd, a cocktail waitress struck up a conversation with me and by the time the night was over, I sensed a real keen sentiment from her to make sure I was not drinking and would be safe on my motorcycle ride home. She had seen me holding my helmet and likely having my leather jacket and all. Anyway, by the night's end we had an agreement I could call her and could do so in the next day or 2. Woo hoo lol or so I thought.

It was likely Friday so I went ahead and rang her up Saturday afternoon. When I asked what she was up to she said these words I never expected and never forgot.

"OH, my kids are up at the pool awhile, do you have any coke?"

Needless to say, I must have told her no and that was the last I ever spoke to her. WHAT happened to that concerned woman at the club?

MAN what an eye opener.
 
I had a few wild stories, ( for me anyway that go something like that)

At one point in time during my college years, I used to go to this 2 sided bar restaurant/ club a few miles down the road from our apartment I grew up in the past 9-10 years. ( The place I found the alligator at)

Anyhow, one night I went a riding my Honda Nighthawk and had a bite to eat there and then went over to the club side to listen to music and see what kind of good looking girls might be there. As I was standing in the crowd, a cocktail waitress struck up a conversation with me and by the time the night was over, I sensed a real keen sentiment from her to make sure I was not drinking and would be safe on my motorcycle ride home. She had seen me holding my helmet and likely having my leather jacket and all. Anyway, by the night's end we had an agreement I could call her and could do so in the next day or 2. Woo hoo lol or so I thought.

It was likely Friday so I went ahead and rang her up Saturday afternoon. When I asked what she was up to she said these words I never expected and never forgot.

"OH, my kids are up at the pool awhile, do you have any coke?"

Needless to say, I must have told her no and that was the last I ever spoke to her. WHAT happened to that concerned woman at the club?

MAN what an eye opener.

After that kids at pool, got coke comment, my other thought was,,,,,,,,,,,,,,Mother of the year candidate huh!!!
 
No
There where many of us that thought
Motley Crue sucked.
That would have been funny as F@&k

Their first album, Too Fast For Love, is a brilliant melding of Metal, Punk and Glam. A true classic.

Everything else they have ever done is the very definition of suck.

Oh, and F You, Vince Neil, for putting and end to one of the greatest bands of that era. Dick.
 
No


Their first album, Too Fast For Love, is a brilliant melding of Metal, Punk and Glam. A true classic.

Everything else they have ever done is the very definition of suck.

Oh, and F You, Vince Neil, for putting and end to one of the greatest bands of that era. Dick.
Shout at the devil had some good tracks but after that, it was maybe 1 or 2 good songs per album max.
They certainly had an interesting story but was overshadowed by selfishness on multiple fronts and that turns me off from a lot of their stuff.
 
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