I was told by the tour guide that, even back then, they made them go outside rather than having tar and nicotine gumming up recording heads. There’s a wall between the recording studio and where the audio engineer was, but it’s a darn small studio and it would be easy for cigarette smoke to come wafting through, especially with as much smoking as they did back then.
Great memories. When I toured Sun Records, I mentioned I wanted to ride the nearby streetcar line downtown. They offered to let me park in the back so my car would be off the street, so I got to park next to the same back door that the likes of Elvis, Johnny, and Jerry Lee would’ve used for a smoke break during sessions. That alone made history come alive for me.
So Bucky thinks the only problem with the first attempt was the use of the name?
So she left out four guys, big deal.
Hey now, you’re a rock star, get the show on, get paid…
Two words: sandpaper tongue.
I would have added one more “do” in the last panel— “I DO do do-do good!”
I used that line once when my wife and I were working on a project together. Repeat, once.
They tell the story in my family about a grand-uncle, when told the cost of eggs was fifty cents a dozen or twenty-five cents cracked, replied “Crack me a dozen.”
How do you figure? That’d be a buck a pear.