Posted on 01/03/2013 6:36:29 PM PST by BenLurkin
Okay, I’ll bite ... what happened to Jan Berry on August 12, 1966? (I was 21 days old on that date.)
So what are they saying in the song.
Put on your old grey bonnet?
So, are you thinking of changing your screen name?
Is there anything the Scouts could do to tell the homosexual lobby ‘NO’ once and for all?
Jan Berry was one half of Jan & Dean, a musical group that sang about surfing and driving, like the Beach Boys. Their biggest hit was "Surf City" ("Two girls for every boy"), and was was written by Jan and Brian Wilson of the Beach Boys. Another of Jan & Dean's biggest hits was "Dead Man's Curve," ("You won't come back from Dead Man's Curve") about a nearly 90-degree curve on Sunset Boulevard in L.A., since removed.
Two years after that song was a hit, on the date you were 21 days old, Jan Berry wrecked his Corvette on Whittier Boulevard near Dead Man's Curve, was in a coma for a long time, and was partly paralyzed and suffered brain damage and seizures for the rest of his life. He eventually performed again, but it wasn't the same.
I don’t think I’ll change my screen name unless something particularly untoward happens. As of today, I’m still proud to be affiliated with the BSA and I’ll be staffing a Powder Horn course this spring.
I didn’t mean that Jan Berry was in a coma for a long time on the day you were born. I destroyed every possible rule of grammar in that post.
There are 25 listings for Jan Berry on LinkedIn.
With reference to the song, In the Jungle.
I always found it ironic sing “Talk like a man” in a girly voice. At that time I was not aware of the word falsetto and PC wasn’t PC yet.
I just know him as one of the members of Jay (Black) and the Americans.
I don't know how many octaves Jay Black could hit, but only a few singers could beat him. Elvis Presley for one. And of course Roy Orbison, because Orbison had a wider range than Elvis.
You notice the lyrics were “Walk like a man, talk like a man . . .” and not “Walk like a man, sing like a man . . .”
"Morning, Rob!"
"Morning, Warren. Usual?"
"Yeah, I suppose."
"Coming right up."
"You know, Rob," Warren mused, "I still can't get over how successful this place has been. I mean, your prices are high, your food is, frankly, not good, and yet you keep packing them in. How in the world did anyone ever come up with a the idea for a restaurant called, "Warmed-Over Sh*t?"
"I got the idea in November of 2012, right after Obama was re-elected President."
Ouch!
Pretty much says it.
As of today, I'm withdrawing my efforts to start a Troop at my Church. Even if the Scouts don't announce something drastic next Wednesday, there will be another re-evaluation, and another, and another, until they come up with the answer the homosexual lobby wants.
It makes me sad, because I was proud to be a Scoutmaster and am proud of my son's Eagle rank.
A journalist named Bob Greene wrote an interesting book about touring with Jan & Dean.
He was invited to play guitar onstage after Jan & Dean's guitarist read one of Greene's columns in which he mentioned buying a J&D album. Greene could barely play guitar.
Over the next decade, Greene spent part of each summer touring county fairs and small venues as part of Oldies Shows, playing guitar (and getting better at it) and occasionally singing backup for Jan & Dean, mingling with other acts clinging to the good old days, and being in the spotlight for a fifteen or twenty-minute set each night.
I figured it out ;-). I'm familiar with some of the songs. They're played on the Sirius Margaritaville channel sometimes.
I didn't know the poor fellow had a car accident, though, since I wasn't paying attention to such things at the time.
My Tiger Cubs are going to a printing/duplicating shop this afternoon. I have a schedule conflict, so Bill will be taking Vlad, and he'd better have his best professional manner on, too. I'll be checking with the other parents for reports.
I’m conflicted. On the one hand, unnngh, but on the other hand, if the Boy Scouts went belly-up, I could have something on the order of a workable life that didn’t require bilocation as a daily skill.
Oh, well, like I always say.
Time flies like an arrow.
Fruit flies like a banana.
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