Guitars & Radio & Wild Wild Women. Chapter VI (They Say It’s Yer Birthday) edited 2/09/19

Here it comes, here comes my 16th birthday, the one that I’ve been waiting for my whole life. It’s drivers license day baby, my ticket to ride!
I’ve been a car freak ever since my Dad first put me on his knee and let me steer when I was just a pup. While driving around we used to talk about maybe driving across Canada in some kind of Rally. Sadly, we never did, but it’s still on my bucket list. Hey, maybe I’ll get to do it with my son, my grandson, or both, but like with my Dad, I’m also running out of time.
When my 16th birthday finally rolled around, I was a nervous wreck as we headed off to the DMV. My plan which was to take the written test first, then use the driving part to memorize the route so I could come back and practice before I did the driving test again. I aced the written part, and by the time we got back from the driving test, I had the route down cold.
After parking the car, the inspector handed me a piece of paper and told me to give it to the cashier inside. She, in turn, he said, would give me my license. Are you f**king sh*ting me? I couldn’t help but break into a couple of choruses of “Free Bird” even though it hadn’t even been written yet.
The stars were all aligned, it’s my birthday, I had my driver’s license, and it was Friday night, and the only thing that I needed now was my Mother’s car. After begging her for it and making her promises that I would try to do better in school, she reluctantly gave in.
You should have seen us; I had it so loaded with my buddies that it looked like a clown car in the circus. We drove around all night laughing and honking at all the girls as we drove by. One of my favorite parts was pulling into the A&W where we ordered burgers and fries just like the big kids did.
What a wonderful and a memorable night but unfortunately it was also a very late one and when I finally got home around 2:00 am, both of my parents were waiting up for me. The consequences of my more than late arrival was a double grounding. A double grounding meant that I couldn’t leave the house for two weekends which surprisingly it turned out to be another life changer. Once again my Destiny showed up when I became the first person at my school to see the King live.
I remember sitting there all bummed out that night. My friends were all at a dance somewhere, and here I was stuck at home watching some big band show with my parents. At some point though my ears did perk up when the band leader said, “Let’s welcome back to our stage the young man who caused so much controversy last week on our show.” However, when my Mom turned to my Dad and said, “Sandy, surely they’re not going to have that disgusting boy on again,” now they had my undivided attention, but when Elvis Presley hit the stage, I was spellbound.
He had a contemptuous sneer on his face, his eyes were dark and brooding, hair was long shaggy, and he also had sideburns down to here, and I couldn’t believe my eyes or my ears. His guitar was slung over his shoulder like a rifle, and when he broke into a raucous version of Little Richard’s Tutti Frutti, I was mesmerized.

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Tutti frutti all rutti
Tutti frutti all rutti
Tutti frutti all rutti
Tutti frutti all rutti
Wop bop a lu bop
A lop bam boom!

As Elvis shouted out Little Richard’s lyrics, he was also bumping and grinding all over the stage like a Vegas stripper. Although what I liked the most was the way he had all the girls screaming and crying. I knew right then and there that I was gonna be a “Guitar Man.”

 

2 thoughts on “Guitars & Radio & Wild Wild Women. Chapter VI (They Say It’s Yer Birthday) edited 2/09/19

  1. No comment concerning Elvis is worthy as just the mention of his name..And you being a we lad were rewarded for straggling home late.

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