Once upon a time, I was wandering down Front Street in Lahaina, Maui, with a couple of buddies.  That wasn't unusual; for four years, I was a crewmember on the USS Tunny, a 'fast-attack' submarine  based in Pearl Harbor.  The sub actually went to Lahaina twice, and us sailors learned that Lahaina was a happening town.  We returned often when we could.

Well, we were wandering past the Lahaina Yacht Club and I dared my buddies to go in with me.  To assuage their concerns that we'd be unceremoniously (and immediately) tossed back into the street, I promised two rounds on me.

The place was empty, and the bartender was eager for company.  We chatted for a few minutes, guzzled our beers (sailors!) and a Fleetwood Mac song came over the stereo.  The bartender says, "Yeah, Mick and his crew were in here last week.  He has this big wooden yawl named Challenge, and always stops in for a few days when the boat's here."

"He had these long-sleeve t-shirts printed up for their cruise," he continued,  pointing to a rack of t-shirts illustrated by a sailboat being steered by a teddy bear, with Challenge: Pacific Cruise 1978 emblazoned on the right sleeve.  "Those are leftovers he donated to the Club.  You want one?"

Each of us bought one, finished our beers and headed out the door.  Now, however, we were wandering with a purpose: impostors pretending to be Mick Fleetwood's professional sailing crew. 

Posted 11 months ago by thewiseking:
so, clearly this lil wanker is doing a Lee Hazlewood/Sanford Clark Hipster tribute. He is foolin noone.

When I first joined RP I wrote to William (Then Bill) and said I couldn't stand Dylan and why did he play so much. Was there a method of giving them Zero so RP would skip them. William explained that when he was young he did not like Dylan much but one of his friends made him sit down and listen with the lyrics. Subsequently I have done that with Dylan songs and slowly but surely raised my scores for some Dylan songs. I now do the same with Little Simz, I think her music is good but lyrics are great. I give her a high enough score to get her into my favorites. I joined RP because I could not stand the stupidity of DJs, worse was two competing to see who was the most stupid, but because of that my knowledge and appreciation of new music was not progressing. So congratulations to William and team for introducing me to artists I might otherwise miss. Thank You!!! 

Are my speakers busted or does this track have a crazy stereo mix? Sounds like Bobby is singing from my back-up hard-drive, way over on the left of my desk.

I'm pretty sure I commented on "Time" here several years ago.  My anecdotes about this song abound:

1.  We had some huge metal cone speakers set up for psychological warfare operations at Phu Bai, Viet Nam.  They were monsters, about 1,200 lbs apiece, 8 feet on a side (they were square, you see), driven by a set of amplifiers which used huge metal triode amplifier tubes.  All in all about 50,000 watts RMS at 80 ohms (yes, RMS watts).  One day, after this came out, a cassette player was hitched to the input mixer.  The gain was cranked up, and the 100 Kilowatt dedicated generator running 3-phase 440 volts cranked up.  The sound was audible out to about 50 miles, and considering the Inverse Square Law of Audio, it was ear-drum destruction at close ranges.  Didn't last too long, the water cooling pump failed and somewhere around $10,000 worth of amplifier equipment became a crispy critter.  Well, a few years back, the VA finally issued me new hearing aids, so it wasn't all that bad.

1.5  This track was used by the same PsyOps folks in Panama blasting at the Noriega HQ.  We wore hearing protectors then.

2.  The Chambers Brothers never received a single penny in royalties from this song — they were fucked out of it by their "managers" by means of inflated "advances".

The children these days need a lot more rock'cation than I realized. As the always brill Blake Aued of Athens, GA's Flagpole Magazine recently reminded them, "Joy Division, while a great band, are not punk. Punk does not have synthesizers." They need to hear that kinda stuff outta their elders more often. Example: I recently tried to explain Psychedelic Furs value to a John Hughes movie to my 18-year old. Kid looked at me like I was older than dirt under a Jack White mattress.