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In the late 1970's I and three friends went on a road trip to Oregon in my 1968 Plymouth Belvedere.
The stories of that trip are endless and one day we may have to create a thread about road trips.
For example: the recount of our overnight stay at the infamous Boggy creek in central Oregon in the middle of nowhere and in the middle of the night looking for Sasquatch with a 22 rifle, drunk off our asses would be at least a NY Times best seller. lol
But that is for another time.
Anyway...
On the way back to Los Angeles on that very road trip we stopped in San Francisco and after a nice dinner on the wharf and getting ripped off by a dishonest street pot dealer we happened to walk into a bar.
It was around 2:00 AM and the place was hopping.
Now... we were four dudes from the valley that grew up on Dirt Bikes, Led Zeppelin and Black Sabbath. In that order...
We looked up on the stage and the band that was playing was the B-52's. We had never seen anything like that before. Bee hive hair and heavy English accent vocals.
We stayed until the end of the show and was invited to their after party but it was almost 4 in the morning so we passed. (Please see man kicking himself in the ass.) lol
Ten years later I watched them perform Love Shack on SNL...