

Tonight is the first Friday Fish Fry and everybody is going. We really have fun there. All the boys eat their dinner in 5 minutes flat and then run around the Parish Hall for the next hour while all the parents socialize. I have had three friends text me already this morning asking if I will be at the fish fry. Who would have thought years ago that I'd be spending my Fridays during Lent at the fish fry at church? Nobody!
Listened to Jethro Tull today. I saw him many years ago, possibly at Cobo Hall, not sure where but it was an indoor concert, not at Pine Knob. I had seats in the3rd row, front and center. Ian Anderson stood at the edge of the stage, felt like he was leaning right out over us. This picture is exactly how I remember him. Apparently he started out playing the electric guitar but gave it up, allegedly because he felt he would never be "as good as Eric Clapton. He traded his electric guitar in for a flute which he clearly turned out to be pretty darn good at!
Now they're too old to Rock'n'Roll and they're too young to die.
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
This is the Jethro Tull band in early days, look how young they were. Great band, great fun today, gotta run, lots to do!
So the old Rocker gets out his bike
to make a ton before he takes his leave.
Up on the A1 by Scotch Corner
just like it used to be.
And as he flies --- tears in his eyes ---
his wind-whipped words echo the final take
and he hits the trunk road doing around 120
with no room left to brake.
And he was too old to Rock'n'Roll but he was too young to die.
No, you're never too old to Rock'n'Roll if you're too young to die.
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