Happy Big Four-Oh-PLUS, Woodstock!
(And I don’t mean that freakin’ little comic strip bird.) What a baby you still are, I’m still almost three years older than you, guess I always will be… duh.
OK, so it’s hard to tell by looking that I’m more than forty years old. I’ve kept in pretty good shape, considering. I was born in January of 1967, in Boulder, Colorado, and I’ve been living on a drum head every since. The original group, with a few changes in lineup, played until 1972, and then I moved to southern Georgia for a few years. The tail end of the 1970s found me back in Colorado, this time hitting all of the great mountain resorts like Aspen, Breckenridge, Dillon, and Carbondale (you notice a direction, there?) just to name a few.
Then it all went to hell. The band freakin’ disappeared and Jimbo stopped pounding on the freaking drums. I lived in a freakin’ garage or basement or somthin’ for YEARs… I don’t know for sure where the hell it was, I just know that it was freakin’ dark. Then when he did start playing again, Jimbo was playing in a church band… couldn’t very well bring my cute little bod along.
Then after a L-O-O-O-O-N-G period of time, did I say it was long?… Jimbo (now going by Animal) got a call from Duckie. Y’all wanna play in a band called Boomersaurus? Yee Haw! I was gonna be playing again!
Or at least that’s what I thought.
BOOMERSAURUS DIDN’T NEED A CUTE CHICK ON THEIR DRUM HEAD! Screw them, I thought.
Then Duckie saved the day. He gave me a home on his first Mary Jane Bann’d website way back in ‘ought five. Put me right up on top of the page. Now, Duckie has built me an even cooler home to help me celebrate old Woodstock’s birthday.
C’mon by. I’m here 24/7/365, and still lookin’ hot as ever!