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  1. Thanks... ...Well, I tried to get tickets today (various circumstances prevented me from making the call) but they are telling me now that they are sold out of even the SRO tickets. Then again, I am of the belief that "there is no such thing as a truly sold-out show"...I've had it proven to me in the past...so we shall see.
  2. Ah, forgive me, Rich...my mind is going already...but it's true, is it not, that the title was inspired by an idea Eric had? (Great song, BTW, still hear it playing in my head!)
  3. Now that I know about this, I am planning to go! Still have to get a ticket, though...apparently Playhouse Square wants to sell only to "groups" online...sigh.
  4. RIP Herb. I heard so many Indians games called by him in my growing-up years.
  5. I am am XM subscriber and was pleased to see the results of the XM-Sirius combination show up on my radio today, complete with new channels. I LOVE Underground Garage! Great music, and best of all for this Clevelander, I can listen to Kid Leo in the afternoons again, just like I did back in high school! Just hearing that velvety baritone takes 30 years off my age! Now I just have to get used to the fact that he no longer says he's on WMMS... I'm also looking forward to Sunday morning Breakfast With the Beatles, which sounds like a fantastic show. Oh, and having an all-Sspringsteen channel is cool, too.
  6. If I possibly can, I will! I don't know if I'll get any good ones!
  7. Hey guys, guess who's coming to Cleveland to perform and stump for Barack Obama this Sunday afternoon...and guess who will be there... Yeah, you guessed it!
  8. I'm on board with the idea, even though I just recently moved from Eric's old apartment building...I don't know, I think he may have wrung every good tune out of it that he could have. I too have fond memories of Mr. Jingaling, Captain Penny, Ghoulardi, Big Chuck and Hoolihan-then-Little John. And just reading this thread caused me to remember lyrics to Michael Stanley Band songs that I thought I had forgotten. A song about Lake Erie? Actually, Eric has "been there, done that," as in, what do you think "There's No Surf in Cleveland" was about anyway? And of course "On the Beach" was about Lake Erie--Eric wasn't Brian Wilson, he didn't grow up in the Endless Summer of California, he grew up where you take advantage of the brief months of sunshine and warmth while they last. Too precious, not a one can be wasted...that's why, back in his early 20s, you could have found him on a summer day after he moved to my old building in '72 (then, as when I moved into it in '04, known as the Watergate...yes, Eric moved into a building called the Watergate in '72), driving west down Lakeshore Boulevard to the Americana (now known as Harbor Crest or Harbor Town or Harbor Something) to pick up Dave Smalley so they could backtrack east to Mentor Headlands Beach and go looking for girls... ...which, of course, is what inspired Eric every morning to do things like get in the car, drive to the Mickey D's on Vine Street in Willoughby (which I think is the closest one), order five gigantic Cokes, take them back to his tiny apartment, put them in his fridge, sit down at the piano that occupied the whole of his tiny living room (if he had a "junior" apartment like me, his living room was shaped a lot like a piano!) and write "Drivin' Around"! Thanks to having lived in the building four years, I can easily picture it all...
  9. Yes, that's right...the ACLU of Northern California wants YOU, regardless of political affiliation or inclination, to "Go All the Way" on Nov. 4! See here for details... http://dontstopatthetop.org/ Hmm...you think they need a little jingle to help them promote this? I can think of one that would be PERFECT...!
  10. A belated thanks to all of you...sorry I didn't get to you sooner...I've been a day late and a dollar short lately...part of the reason is, I moved! That's right, I'm no longer in EC's former abode...but I think I'm in a much better place for me at this point. Still, I will always remember the bizarre coincidence of moving right into the same building where so many great songs were born! What a great thing to know about the place where you live!
  11. Marvin, I know I'm going to be an idiot and forget, so please accept my best wishes now for a wonderful birthday and many more, from your fellow Octobrist!
  12. Betsey...nothing wrong with a brother helping Eric out in his time of need. Helping fix things so he doesn't have to deal with the consequences of what he's done...well, THAT would be a problem. Frankly, I don't have any special connections and neither do many other people. If they did what Eric's done, they'd be up shit creek with no one to pull any special strings for them. And that's the problem. Those with connections don't always have to suffer the consequences of their misbehavior. Others without the same connections get slammed.
  13. Once again...I don't apologize for a single thing I said here. If some people think it's "attempting to look into his head" and they don't like it...too bad.
  14. If there is a problem with our attitude toward drunk driving in this society, it is that we are TOO tolerant. We are TOO accepting. We are TOO reluctant to judge. We are TOO willing to say "There but for the grace of God go I." Indeed, many people have "had a six pack plus two" and then gone out to drive. And those of us who like to pride ourselves on our fairness hate to condemn others for what we know we ourselves have done. So, as individuals, we are lenient and tolerant and understanding...and because we are lenient and tolerant and understanding, people get maimed, and people die. Injury and death are the steep price we pay for our sense of fair play and our "reluctance to pass judgment on others." I will say it: as a society, this is one area in which we need to be LESS tolerant, LESS accepting, MORE judgmental. On ourselves as well as on other people. We need to say: "No, I never HAVE 'had a six pack plus two'--or, if I did, I didn't climb behind the wheel after I had them." Or "Yes, I have--but it was damn stupid of me, and I was damn lucky, and I will never do it again, and no one else should." This is one area of life in which it's OK to pass judgment, OK to be prudish and stick-up-the-ass and intolerant. Not of the person as a human being, but of the BEHAVIOR. Until we as a society become MORE willing to be judgmental about drunk driving, we will continue to pay the price in the form of unnecessary injury and death. We need to stop saying "There but for the grace of God go I" about the drunk driver, and start putting ourselves in the shoes of his passengers, and in the shoes of the other people he encounters on the road when he knows he has been drinking, but they don't. There but for the grace of God go we. Maybe if we tried harder to identify with the innocent victim, instead of thinking so much about how that drunk driver could have been us and how awful we'd feel if we got caught, we'd feel freer to be judgmental.
  15. I can say one thing: I've been away from here for days, and I'm still not sorry for a thing I said. In my view, it's perfectly possible for me to have a sincere adoration for Eric's music and respect for the man, and an understanding and empathy for his emotional pain, without being one whit understanding or forgiving of the action he took when he chose to drink and drive. Because, like it or not, folks, that's what drinking and driving is: a choice. A decision. It doesn't "just happen." The Drunk Driving Fairy doesn't come and force you behind the wheel. You get there on your own. If anything, if one chooses to drink WHILE one is driving, that's even more of a blatant choice than to decide to drive after you have been drinking. I'm not going to apologize for the feeling that came over me when I heard about this and realized that had fate been just a little different, someone I love could have been in his path. Not to mention someone who somebody else loves. Or a tree, or a building. I don't think any of this makes me a bad fan, or a disloyal fan, or a fair-weather fan, or an "out of the woodwork" fan, or a fan who is "on his case"...or any of the other put-downs that have been expressed by anyone here to imply that criticism equals disloyalty. Indeed, if I were truly a bad fan, I just wouldn't care. Especially if he didn't live anywhere near me or anyone I know or love. But that's not how it is. And you know what? It doesn't matter whether a given individual is "an alcoholic" or not. It's the combination of alcohol and a motor vehicle that is the problem. But the fact that this kind of thing has happened not only once, but twice, is enough to raise legitimate concern in anyone. I'm like anyone else. I want what's best for Eric and will ultimately make him happy. But in this condition, he is, to use the old cliche, a danger to himself and others. It has to change. For everyone's sake. Whatever he needs to do to make that change, he has my best wishes and support for it.
  16. I'm sorry, but I have to agree with those who say that this is a problem. While I am as disgusted as anyone else by the behavior being exhibited by some of the less responsible media and their annoying Greek chorus of commenters, I am not mad at "the Cleveland media" about this. They were only doing what anyone would expect to be done when a celebrity does this--especially a local one. Sorry, but that's the way it is. No one in journalism draws a kind curtain of privacy over a situation like this. It's not in the nature of journalism, nor should it be. It's not all about ratings or sales; it's about telling about, well, what happened. No lies were told here, from what I can see. Did we need video? Or mug shots on TMZ? No. But when you're a celebrity in this era, that's what you get. Don't want 'em? Don't do the deed. Now. I need to talk here first as a person who lives here, and then second as a fan and as a person who cares about Eric. First, for me, "Chagrin Boulevard" is more than a funny or strangely appropriate name. It's the street on which the employer of one of my sisters is located. She works not far from where Eric cracked up Tuesday night. Fortunately, on Tuesdays, she works until 7, and it takes her a little time to get out of the place and get in her car and drive home. Were that not the case, she could have been the victim of this accident, instead of that fire hydrant. Imagine me having to try to live with that knowledge--that the man whose music I grew up listening to, and loving so much, climbed into a car one night and killed my sister, who also loved his music. Imagine my other sisters having to live with that too. Imagine my cousin (many of you met him last December, along with one of my sisters, although not the one I speak of here) having to live with that. Imagine Eric having to live with that. It would be horrible enough to have to live with that kind of death without knowing that my favorite singer and songwriter was responsible. Of course, when I say this, I acknowledge that it would be equally awful for him to have struck and killed anyone else. OK, now that my personal selfishness is out of the way, let's talk about Eric. Eric, you do know that you got very, very, very lucky the first time, and so did everyone else? And this time, you got even luckier, and so did everyone else? That it's a bloody miracle that the only thing you decapitated was a fire hydrant? That the only thing lying in pieces all over the road was the Range Rover? Not someone else? Not yourself? I talked about what I might have had to live with. What about you? What about your wife? What about your kids? What about everyone else who loves you? Do you think you'll get this lucky a third time? Do you want to take the chance? Frankly, I don't think the state of Ohio will let you. I said what I said in the first part of this message because I not only have zero tolerance for drunk driving, but because when you drive drunk on a road like Chagrin Boulevard, you put skin in the game for me. But I also care very much about you. Call me crazy, but I would not be the least bit surprised if some of this didn't have to do with losing your dad. Oh, believe me, I know the name of this tune. You lost your father slowly and painfully; I lost my mother quickly and suddenly and unexpectedly. Both ways stink. And they leave holes the size of the Grand Canyon in a life. And we can try to fill those holes with some pretty dangerous things. (I could tell you stories. But this isn't about me now, it's about you.) Whatever personal demons you are dealing with, though, I have only one thing to say about them, really: Get help. One time was bad; two times is very bad. Something is going on here, and it's not just a case of "just about everybody that comes out of a bar at closing would blow over the limit." (And if they do, THEY shouldn't be on the road, either.) There is a problem here. There is a disconnect. Please make the connection, and take the steps to solve it. You will have the 100% support of everyone who cares about you, me included. Please, let us know you're doing this, too. We need to know.
  17. Hey Eric...couldn't miss wishing you yet another Happy Birthday!! The program director of the XM "'70s on 7" channel was on the ball today--noted your birthday by playing extra music of yours as he always does for stars celebrating a birthday (I heard ABM this afternoon). Keep healthy, keep happy, and get ready for next year, because it's going to be a doozy!
  18. Answer: No, it doesn't lose its label. And the whole thing is disgusting...just as much as the many Republican sex scandals. When it comes to men who can't keep it in their pants lying about it, I am an equal-opportunity disguster.
  19. Playing right now on XM Radio (and due to be repeated this coming Wednesday night, Aug. 13)...Casey Kasem's American Top 40 from August 11, 1973...featuring the top 40 hits from the Billboard charts on the day Eric turned 24. Just started at noon ET. Now playing: "Believe in Humanity" by Carole King...not one of her chart-toppers.
  20. Let's just say, this photo makes me a teenager again... Oh, and now I sit here and think, "Eric was living in MY APARTMENT BUILDING when this picture was taken." You know, sometimes life really IS all about the timing. If I'd been living here 30 years ago, who knows, I might have been sharing an elevator with the guy. Of course, I would have been sixteen years old...
  21. Oh dear, I must have missed catching this one. Dick Clark Productions had it taken off YouTube for copyright violation! I would have liked to have seen it again. If it's the one I think it is, I made an audio tape of it back when it aired, on the cassette player I got when I turned 14, but the tape is long lost. I still remember the first thing on it, though--the sound of our phone ringing and my mother reacting to it by yelling "Well, hell's bells!" and something else. I had never heard my mother say "Hell's bells!" before. It was quite funny. At the same time, I sure as heck didn't want her to talk so loudly I couldn't pick up the sound from the TV! I can still remember exactly how Eric sounded when Dick asked him where he was from and he said "Cleveland, Ohio"...
  22. Bernie, you helped make one of my childhood dreams come true. That about sums it up. What more can a man ask for, than to be responsible for having made someone's childhood dream come true? More than once, mind you? Thank you.
  23. This was indeed a great review...although Eric might not be too thrilled about the way the Web page programmer tagged his picture...because my dialup is slow, I got a gander at it before the image finally scrolled in. The image tag? "Old guy playing guitar."
  24. I don't know about the pizza delivery or the paper route, but this is probably the best time in years for Eric to present his talents to the Indians...in any position...no matter what position they used him in, he couldn't possibly make things any worse, and he might even help!
  25. I'll sure never forget it. I'll also never forget being at the World Figure Skating Championships in 1996 and seeing him in the next section over with his crew, eating ice cream bars when he wasn't on the air. Many a Saturday sports afternoon and many an Olympics spent watching with his voice threading it all together. RIP, Jim!
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