Ever meet someone out of the blue that you don't know, only to find out they are semi-famous and very interesting? I've run into that a couple times
Okay...I'm a smoker. But because of it, I've had the opportunity to meet some very interesting people. One night in Binghamton at one of my favorite hangouts back in the day (Anthony's - now closed), I went out on the patio and sat down at a small table to have a cigarette. A few seconds later, a scraggly looking old guy asked me if he could join me. I said, "of course, make yourself comfortable". He looked like a hobo off the street with ragged, ripped jeans and a beat up old hat, but I didn't care. We got talking, and I asked him where he was from, he said "L.A." and I said, "you're a long way from home". He said he was in town for an award. This piqued my attention and of course I said, "what for?" He said it was for a song he written for a band that was in town that evening. We ended up talking for over a half hour as we smoked three cigarettes each. I asked him if I knew any songs he had written, and he named a few. I said, "Wow, that's amazing". He said he liked songs that didn't have some hidden meaning or trying to be profound and preferred the old doo-whop music. Then he told me he had been inducted into the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame and also told me he was married to Carole King for a few years, and they had a couple of kids together. Looks can be deceiving
Long story short, it was Gerry Goffin (may he R.I.P.) who I had never heard of, but found him to be one of the most interesting people I ever met. Surprisingly, he asked me a lot of questions about myself, where I worked, family, etc. Hell of a nice guy. Not a "hobo"
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Another time I was headed for Minneapolis and had a connecting flight in Detroit. I had a couple of hours to kill at the airport and really wanted a cigarette. I tramped around until I found a smoking section at the airport with a small bar. Again, I sat down at a small table and this young "hippie" sat down across from and asked if he could join me, and I said "of course". We got talking and I asked him where he was from, etc. So he said he was headed to do a concert and asked me if I ever heard of the band, "Piebald" and I said, "no". He said, "not surprised unless you're from Boston". Nice guy who was the singer and guitarist in the punk band that was getting known throughout the country. His name was Travis Shettel and was nothing like what I expected of a rock singer. Seemed quite humble
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Travis Shettel with Piebald
Ric, that's a very cool story about meeting Gerry Goffin, what a thrill that would have been. Of course I've heard of him and many of the songs he and Carole King wrote. And meeting him in Binghamton of all places. I'm trying to remember where Anthony's was. Was it on the southside? Or perhaps in or near the Northgate plaza? I'm drawing a blank, although I'm quite sure I've eaten there before.
Quote from: Sem on February 09, 2023, 01:23:20 PMRic, that's a very cool story about meeting Gerry Goffin, what a thrill that would have been. Of course I've heard of him and many of the songs he and Carole King wrote. And meeting him in Binghamton of all places. I'm trying to remember where Anthony's was. Was it on the southside? Or perhaps in or near the Northgate plaza? I'm drawing a blank, although I'm quite sure I've eaten there before.
Nah, it was across from the old McDonalds at the end of the old K-Mart Plaza in that little parking lot shared by Lupo's S&S Charpit. It's been a variety of restaurants and bars over the years. Now it's a nail salon called Tommy Nails :crazy:
Anthony is now the head chef at Remlik's Grille & Oyster Bar in that massive building built by the proceeds of one of the biggest scams in history, "Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root". Hence the name Remlik is Kilmer spelled backwards
I have been very fortunate to meet many veteran classic rockers over the years. I have met Alan Parsons on several occasions. I had dinner with him, his wife Lisa, and another couple one evening. And another time my wife and I were invited up to his hotel suite for lunch while in Sparks, Nevada. I also took a very compromising picture of Alan and Lisa in bed together à la Lennon and Yoko, as a joke, after the luncheon.
I've met Todd Rundgren. In fact my wife and I shared an elevator ride with him, (just the three of us), one evening in Syracuse. I had all I could do to keep from going all Kevin Nealon on him, (think SNL skit with Nealon and Sting).
At an after show party I once walked up to the late John Entwistle, who was sitting on a couch between two beautiful women. As I approached him he looked up at me with a look that said, "you've got to be kidding." I read it correctly and just turned and walked away, so I guess that doesn't really count.
One evening in Pennsylvania I met and spoke at length with Rod Argent and Colin Blunstone of the Zombies. That same evening my wife met Al Stewart, (Year of the Cat), and got his autograph.
I hung out one evening at an after show party, with Joey Molland of Badfinger. Couldn't have been a nicer guy. As we were talking he asked me if I wanted a beer. I said sure, I'll get us a couple. He insisted on getting them himself, and when he returned with two Heinekens and realized they needed an opener, he went and found us one, and we stood talking for nearly an hour while drinking our beers.
I once sat at a table of 8 or 10 people along with Denny Laine, (Moody Blues and Wings), as he regaled us with stories of life on the road and in the studio with Paul and Linda McCartney.
Also met and shook hands with Christopher Cross, Mark Farner (Grand Funk), David Pack (Ambrosia), Jack Bruce (Cream), Chester Thompson (Genesis), Ian Bairnson and Stuart Elliott (Alan Parsons Project), and Andrew Latimer and Colin Bass (Camel). Perhaps others I've since forgotten.
I don't know if you know Tommy Shiptenko, but he's station manager of Equinox Broadcasting (106.7 FM, 104.5 FM, etc.). He rubs shoulders with a lot of famous musicians throughout the 50;s through 70's. He used to hang out at Anthony's so I got to know him pretty well...that, and his girlfriend was besties with my girlfriend at one time, so I went to his house for a couple parties. He was responsible for setting up concerts throughout Upstate and also for bringing in all the old musicians for the BC Open for many years and knew most of the old musicians personally. Another time I was in Anthony's and Eddie Holman walked in. I thought he was an old NFL lineman. People who knew who he was started clapping at his entrance and of course, Tommy was there and that's the reason he came in the bar in the first place. After the applause died down, he belted out his famous line, "Hey there lonely girl.." and I knew exactly who he was. I always thought the song was sung by a woman with that voice. It didn't seem possible to come out of the mouth of a 300 lb massive black man...LOL
This is Tommy with Chubby Checkers, maybe you know him or heard of him
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I don't remember the name Tommy Shiptenko, but my memory being what it is I've likely heard of him a long time ago and just forgotten.
Quote from: Sem on February 09, 2023, 01:54:44 PMI have been very fortunate to meet many veteran classic rockers over the years. I have met Alan Parsons on several occasions. I had dinner with him, his wife Lisa, and another couple one evening. And another time my wife and I were invited up to his hotel suite for lunch while in Sparks, Nevada. I also took a very compromising picture of Alan and Lisa in bed together à la Lennon and Yoko, as a joke, after the luncheon.
I've met Todd Rundgren. In fact my wife and I shared an elevator ride with him, (just the three of us), one evening in Syracuse. I had all I could do to keep from going all Kevin Nealon on him, (think SNL skit with Nealon and Sting).
At an after show party I once walked up to the late John Entwistle, who was sitting on a couch between two beautiful women. As I approached him he looked up at me with a look that said, "you've got to be kidding." I read it correctly and just turned and walked away, so I guess that doesn't really count.
One evening in Pennsylvania I met and spoke at length with Rod Argent and Colin Blunstone of the Zombies. That same evening my wife met Al Stewart, (Year of the Cat), and got his autograph.
I hung out one evening at an after show party, with Joey Molland of Badfinger. Couldn't have been a nicer guy. As we were talking he asked me if I wanted a beer. I said sure, I'll get us a couple. He insisted on getting them himself, and when he returned with two Heinekens and realized they needed an opener, he went and found us one, and we stood talking for nearly an hour while drinking our beers.
I once sat at a table of 8 or 10 people along with Denny Laine, (Moody Blues and Wings), as he regaled us with stories of life on the road and in the studio with Paul and Linda McCartney.
Also met and shook hands with Christopher Cross, Mark Farner (Grand Funk), David Pack (Ambrosia), Jack Bruce (Cream), Chester Thompson (Genesis), Ian Bairnson and Stuart Elliott (Alan Parsons Project), and Andrew Latimer and Colin Bass (Camel). Perhaps others I've since forgotten.
Impressive. I remember that SNL skit well...LOL..."Roxanne...". Reminds me of "Only Murders in the Building" scene with Sting and Martin Short are in an elevator together and Sting complains about Short's dog touching his leg and Short tells his dog, "Don't stand so close to Sting"...LOL
If you live in Binghamton and love classic rockers, you should get to know Tommy Shiptenko. Really nice guy. Ask him to show you his collection of autographed pictures. There are hundreds of them. It will shock you. It's worth millions. My favorite one is a poster sized picture of all four Beatles laying on their backs in a boxing ring (signed by each) while Mohammed Ali is standing over them with a mean face like he just knocked them out. It's even more interesting because Ali signed it too, and he signed it "Cassius Clay"
Quote from: Jolly Blue Giant on February 09, 2023, 02:18:09 PMImpressive. I remember that SNL skit well...LOL..."Roxanne...". Reminds me of "Only Murders in the Building" scene with Sting and Martin Short are in an elevator together and Sting complains about Short's dog touching his leg and Short tells his dog, "Don't stand so close to Sting"...LOL
If you live in Binghamton and love classic rockers, you should get to know Tommy Shiptenko. Really nice guy. Ask him to show you his collection of autographed pictures. There are hundreds of them. It will shock you. It's worth millions. My favorite one is a poster sized picture of all four Beatles laying on their backs in a boxing ring (signed by each) while Mohammed Ali is standing over them with a mean face like he just knocked them out. It's even more interesting because Ali signed it too, and he signed it "Cassius Clay"
That's quite a collection, but we've been living in California for the past ten years.
Quote from: Sem on February 09, 2023, 02:27:34 PMThat's quite a collection, but we've been living in California for the past ten years.
Well...guess you probably won't meet Tommy, LOL
I got into an altercation with the skinny one of the American Pickers TV show duo that was staying at a hotel I was staying at for work. They showed up and the tall skinny one was being obnoxious to the female staff, like feeling up the back of their legs, we are talking about 16-18 year old high school girls that were waitressing at the hotel I was staying at. I was having dinner and drinks at the bar while the skinny one continued acting absurd to the female staff. So I finally got up walked over and asked politely that ge stop and told the young lady she could go as she was near tears, and then he asked me if I was her daddy, before shoving me, and I continued to try to difuse the situation by talking calmly until he invited his biker friends over. It got a little risky but overall it creeps me out seeing older males try to take advantage of a power dynamic between them and younger women especially if they are a celebrity or someone with "status". I see it happen nonstop in my line of work sadly but I tried to do something about it. Thought I was on that what would you do show for a minute once I reacted.
Quote from: Jclayton92 on February 09, 2023, 03:26:33 PMI got into an altercation with the skinny one of the American Pickers TV show duo that was staying at a hotel I was staying at for work. They showed up and the tall skinny one was being obnoxious to the female staff, like feeling up the back of their legs, we are talking about 16-18 year old high school girls that were waitressing at the hotel I was staying at. I was having dinner and drinks at the bar while the skinny one continued acting absurd to the female staff. So I finally got up walked over and asked politely that ge stop and told the young lady she could go as she was near tears, and then he asked me if I was her daddy, before shoving me, and I continued to try to difuse the situation by talking calmly until he invited his biker friends over. It got a little risky but overall it creeps me out seeing older males try to take advantage of a power dynamic between them and younger women especially if they are a celebrity or someone with "status". I see it happen nonstop in my line of work sadly but I tried to do something about it. Thought I was on that what would you do show for a minute once I reacted.
Reminds me of a time when I was on a business trip in Georgia many years ago. The owner of a business took me to lunch at a steak house and a cute, sexy waitress came over to take our order. When she was done, he slapped her on the ass...pretty hard. She laughed and left. I told him, "I can't believe you did that...if you did something like that in New York, you'd be arrested". He laughed and said, "Georgia girls aren't uptight like your northern girls". That was 30 years ago. I doubt that crap still flies even in Georgia
Quote from: Jolly Blue Giant on February 09, 2023, 03:33:58 PMReminds me of a time when I was on a business trip in Georgia many years ago. The owner of a business took me to lunch at a steak house and a cute, sexy waitress came over to take our order. When she was done, he slapped her on the ass...pretty hard. She laughed and left. I told him, "I can't believe you did that...if you did something like that in New York, you'd be arrested". He laughed and said, "Georgia girls aren't uptight like your northern girls". That was 30 years ago. I doubt that crap still flies even in Georgia
I agree completely, I grew up in Mississippi but have lived most of my adult life in Los Angeles, and yeah times have changed everywhere but not everyone.
Myself, I have had the great pleasure of meeting many people on this board and will always cherish the time and memories that we shared together. Be it just a meeting for watching a game, a dinner, or a weekend BBQ. Maybe they aren't that famous but for me, it was truly an event in my mind and my time with all of them was always special.
When I was a youth and attended many, many Brooklyn Dodger games, I had the pleasure of meeting most of the Dodger team, from Jackie Robinson who I chatted with several times, to The Duke, Roy Campanella, Pee Wee Reese, and so many others. One day we were waiting behind the Dodger dugout, waiting for the guys to come out for batting practice. This young man was sitting in the boxes, reading the paper, and asked me who my favorite Dodger player was. I was maybe 10 at this time, and I answer, Duke Snider, We chatted for maybe 15-20 minutes mostly him asking me about the Dodgers and my thoughts on that year's team. Little did I know, and only found out later, that that was Vince Scully, the announcer of the Dodger games who really took that time to chat with a 10-year-old boy about the Dodgers.
As a veteran, I have always tried to chat with other veterans, especially the 'old timers' who literally experienced history. None of them are famous and probably would never even want their name in print, but the stories I have heard from them just make me thrilled to chat with them.
I have chatted with a German man I met on a train who fought under General Rommel and was captured and was a prisoner of war here in the States for most of the war. I have chatted with a remarkable gentleman who flew with the Tuskegee Airmen. I have chatted with a good friend who was on the USS Missouri when the Japanese surrendered. I have chatted with several women who were prisoners in Concentration camps and survived, I have chatted with a gentleman who was on the first nuclear submarine and what it was like to have been on that ship, I have chatted with (just last month) a gentleman who was in on the invasion of Okinawa, plus I have chatted with all the guys I know who have served in Viet Nam and all have stories to tell. I have chatted with two separate guys who didn't know each other but both swore that they saw a UFO while doing work on a flight deck and both had the exact same story and again, never met until that particular moment. I have learned so much from all of these men (and women) even though in most people's eyes, they weren't famous, but lived history, and for me, that is what it's all about.
Len, that's a remarkable write up...and hits home =D>
Story Part one:
Thirty-seven years ago, I had four small children that were all musically inclined. I wanted a piano in the house so each kid could take lessons. They didn't all want to play piano as my oldest son wanted to play guitar, drums, etc. I told them, regardless of which instrument you choose to play, you are going to take at least one year of piano lessons so you learn the basics of music and you can at least find "middle C" on the keyboard and understand how to read timing, scales, flats vs. sharps, etc. I said no matter what you play, you should be able to walk up to a keyboard and hit a note and know what it is. With all that said, I went on a hunt for a piano. I had saved up a thousand dollars and wanted a decent sounding piano that wasn't a spinet nor so old it would have to be tuned a couple of times a year
I found a grand piano for sale in the local Binghamton Newspaper. It was an older grand piano and the price was exactly one thousand dollars. So I called the guy, and he told me how to get to his house to check it out. The house was at the end of a road covered with trees and flowers for a yard that made the setting look very rural even though it was only a mile out of the city. It was a white stucco house that looked like something you'd find in Italy with a flat roof, extended porch slats with hanging plants and vines everywhere, a fountain, all over a flat rock floor. I rang the doorbell and the guy answered and was very flamboyant. He led me into a white marble floor living room where a couple of Angora cats wandered around checking me out as I went to see the piano. I felt like I was in a different country. He asked me to sit down and play something. Embarrassed, I played a few chords and a couple of rolls. He then said, "play a song" and I said that wasn't necessary. He asked me my favorite piano piece and I told him Rhapsody in Blue and he said, "play it for me, play it for me". Luckily, I had practiced that piece so many times that I wasn't half bad...or so I thought. After about a minute he said, "scootch over". He raised his hands above his head and brought them down on the keyboard with authority, and proceeded to hammer out the most beautiful rendition of Rhapsody in Blue I had ever heard in my life. My jaw dropped to the floor in amazement. When he finished, I said..."holy cow, you are really good". The man had a puzzled look on his face and said, "you have no idea who I am do you?". I said, "nope, but I know you're a good pianist". He then yelled to his wife in the kitchen, "honey, I found somebody else who doesn't know who I am". She replied, "oh honey, don't pick on the guy"...lol. Anyway, he proceeded to tell me who he was. He said, "first and foremost I am a conductor, but also a pianist...I am the conductor of the Binghamton Symphony Orchestra as well as the Miami Symphony Orchestra". He asked if I had ever attended a symphony in Binghamton and I told him "no, the only symphonies I've ever heard live were in Syracuse"...he said, "good, good, I am a guest conductor up there off and on". He then showed me awards on the wall where he had won multiple international competitions on piano for his rendition of Rhapsody in Blue...LOL
I didn't buy it because I didn't think a grand piano would fit well in our living room. I told him I had to think it over with my wife. Meanwhile, I found an upright grand in the paper for 800 bucks that was only 4 years old. I checked it out and it looked brand new and sounded great. I asked the lady why she was selling it so cheap and she said she paid 9,000 for it and she still owes 800 and she just wanted it out of the house because no one plays it and none of her kids wanted it and it was taking up space. I bought it. Still have it
When Covelli moved away from Binghamton, the Binghamton Mets put a concert grand piano in the infield and he played Rhapsody in Blue one last time for a sold out crowd who came mostly to see him off
https://queenelisabethcompetition.be/en/laureates/john-covelli/138/
https://www.pbs.org/video/arts-and-culture-shorts-john-covelli/
Part two - the next time I ran into John Covelli
Part Two:
My oldest daughter was turning 25 and had gone through a rather brutal divorce. When she turned 18, I took her to Paris and then Israel for a week. Anyway, she was (and is) my gifted daughter in the music world...although my youngest son is a gifted guitarist and can still play piano. A friend of mine told me about an upcoming concert at the Binghamton Community Forum where there was going to be a celebration of Motown music performed by past members of some groups like the Temptations and The Four Tops, etc. She said she had sold out of tickets for the VIP lounge for the after party, but told me where it was going to be. So for my daughter's 25th birthday, I got two tickets to the show. She loved it and they were fantastic
We then went to the restaurant/bar where the post party was to be held, but most of the area was roped off for the VIP crowd. Every small table that wasn't in the VIP section already had people seated in them, and the only table left was a large table that could seat 10 people. That was awkward, but my daughter and I sat down there anyway and ordered a couple of drinks. Twenty minutes later that group of singers came in and the crowd clapped. They were invited into the VIP section where they shook hands and thanked the people there. As they got through the crowd, they were invited to sit in a designated area. One of them spoke up and said, "why don't we just sit there at that big table...there's more room". The waitress told them that they were supposed to sit at the designated area. One guy said, "screw that, we're sitting at that big table". So they came over to the table that my daughter and I were sitting. I got up and said, "no problem, we'll move". One of the guys said, "nonsense, you sit right there"...so I said, "well...okay, you sure" and they all said, "absolutely". So we spent the next hour listening to them talk back and forth and they asked us a bunch of questions and made us feel completely at home
People in the VIP area looked at us with glares that said, "who the hell do you think you are?" One of those people in the VIP area was John Covelli who got up and came over the table to talk with a couple of them. When he got to me I said, "I remember you". His face lit up and asked me how. I said, "I came to your house a few years ago to look at your piano". His face went from smiling/happy to a big frown and said, "oh yeah, I remember you too - you didn't take my piano". I said, "after looking things over, my wife and I decided it was too big for our living room". He said (quite angrily I might add), "that is no excuse. That was the biggest bargain you would have ever gotten in your life...". His wife stepped in between us and told him to calm down. I smiled and said, "believe me, if it wasn't so large, I would've bought it", and again he replied, "you made a huge mistake". His wife then led him back to the VIP section and one of the guys at the table laughed and asked me what that was all about. I told them the story and they all laughed
As we were getting ready to leave, one of the singers grabbed my daughter's hand and told her she was beautiful and wished she would stay. He then hugged her and gave a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear. She looked shocked and then laughed and told him thank you. I asked her, "what was that about?" She told me that if she get rid of that old guy she was with, she could meet him back at the hotel. She whispered back, "that's my Dad and he brought me to the concert for my birthday, but thanks anyway"
Nothing in the world could have cheered up my daughter than getting hit on by some famous singer. We still laugh about it years later
Quote from: Jolly Blue Giant on February 12, 2023, 11:49:02 AMPart Two:
My oldest daughter was turning 25 and had gone through a rather brutal divorce. When she turned 18, I took her to Paris and then Israel for a week. Anyway, she was (and is) my gifted daughter in the music world...although my youngest son is a gifted guitarist and can still play piano. A friend of mine told me about an upcoming concert at the Binghamton Community Forum where there was going to be a celebration of Motown music performed by past members of some groups like the Temptations and The Four Tops, etc. She said she had sold out of tickets for the VIP lounge for the after party, but told me where it was going to be. So for my daughter's 25th birthday, I got two tickets to the show. She loved it and they were fantastic
We then went to the restaurant/bar where the post party was to be held, but most of the area was roped off for the VIP crowd. Every small table that wasn't in the VIP section already had people seated in them, and the only table left was a large table that could seat 10 people. That was awkward, but my daughter and I sat down there anyway and ordered a couple of drinks. Twenty minutes later that group of singers came in and the crowd clapped. They were invited into the VIP section where they shook hands and thanked the people there. As they got through the crowd, they were invited to sit in a designated area. One of them spoke up and said, "why don't we just sit there at that big table...there's more room". The waitress told them that they were supposed to sit at the designated area. One guy said, "screw that, we're sitting at that big table". So they came over to the table that my daughter and I were sitting. I got up and said, "no problem, we'll move". One of the guys said, "nonsense, you sit right there"...so I said, "well...okay, you sure" and they all said, "absolutely". So we spent the next hour listening to them talk back and forth and they asked us a bunch of questions and made us feel completely at home
People in the VIP area looked at us with glares that said, "who the hell do you think you are?" One of those people in the VIP area was John Covelli who got up and came over the table to talk with a couple of them. When he got to me I said, "I remember you". His face lit up and asked me how. I said, "I came to your house a few years ago to look at your piano". His face went from smiling/happy to a big frown and said, "oh yeah, I remember you too - you didn't take my piano". I said, "after looking things over, my wife and I decided it was too big for our living room". He said (quite angrily I might add), "that is no excuse. That was the biggest bargain you would have ever gotten in your life...". His wife stepped in between us and told him to calm down. I smiled and said, "believe me, if it wasn't so large, I would've bought it", and again he replied, "you made a huge mistake". His wife then led him back to the VIP section and one of the guys at the table laughed and asked me what that was all about. I told them the story and they all laughed
As we were getting ready to leave, one of the singers grabbed my daughter's hand and told her she was beautiful and wished she would stay. He then hugged her and gave a kiss on the cheek and whispered in her ear. She looked shocked and then laughed and told him thank you. I asked her, "what was that about?" She told me that if she get rid of that old guy she was with, she could meet him back at the hotel. She whispered back, "that's my Dad and he brought me to the concert for my birthday, but thanks anyway"
Nothing in the world could have cheered up my daughter than getting hit on by some famous singer. We still laugh about it years later
Very cool stories Ric!!
I remember my mom being devastated when Covelli left Binghamton, she never missed a symphony at BU. My brother is a long time musician/pianist and piano instructor, and has been very well connected within the music scene in the triple cities for decades. It wouldn't surprise me if he knows Covelli personally.
Got me thinking about my piano. Here's a picture of my piano with my excited two younger daughters after I got it home. I miss having young kids. Now those two girls have kids of their own...one of those kids is 22 already and he and his girlfriend turned me into a great-grandfather :crazy:
Steve, if you remember the Number 5, which I'm sure you do (no longer a bar/restaurant BTW), my piano is exactly the same one they had there. It's given me lots of pleasure the last few decades. I remember Covelli telling me that a piano is important to have in your home. He said it becomes like a family member. Then he called his wife over and said, "isn't that true honey" and she said, "yup, it was the centerpiece of my home growing up and it wouldn't have been a home without one". One of things that always stick in my craw is being around a couple of my very well-to-do friends, both have Steinway grands in their house for nothing more than a prop. They don't play, and I'm the only one that ever visits and tinkers on them. A Steinway is NOT a prop - it's a work of art and a beautiful instrument. I guess it's like the boats up in Lake Ontario. All the real fishermen have beat up old boats that they go out on every day the lake isn't too rough, but the gorgeous big boats owned by the rich only go out on the lake maybe once or twice a year, sometimes once every other year. A Steinway needs to be used for more than a prop and quarter million dollar boats need to be used ~X(
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