https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rsoEUI-QQLM
/\ I listened to the Santo & Johnny Hawaii LP, the lap steel exotica made me want to go to a tiki bar, thanks Beebs, enjoyed it
Dean Wormer!
I've always been fairly chunky. No Otter period. Sort of a nascent Bluto for a long time. But cleaner.
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Merry Christmas (Eve) stan and everyone at Talk Ivy! Hard to believe it's almost time for another New Year's post... Hope everyone is having a great holiday with friends and family...
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5dyXN74aZGQ
^ He looks like a blue dot would break him in half.
Mike Love Is A Dink
https://www.nytimes.com/2020/02/04/us/brian-wilson-beach-boys.html?action=click&module=RelatedLinks&pgtype=Article
two things ring true: no disposable income to buy clothes. The idea that a kid would have funds to spend freely wasn't a thing. Now kids are "empowered" as "consumers" and it's a totally different thing. And I remember (with maybe one or two exceptions) that the richer the kid the less money his parents gave him. I remember another guy (and he probably wasn't alone in this) would get to go with the family to Bean once a year for basic clothes. That's it. Blazer (and more rarely) if he needed and if older brothers blazer didn't fit. Another friends grandmother would buy him the tie back Brooks boxers. Which I thought too elaborate, but now look back on nostalgically. The boxers, that is. Not the idea of some particular kid in them.
Reggie Darling writes about this phenomenon re: Gucci loafers:
http://reggiedarling.blogspot.com/2011/11/my-lifelong-love-affair-with-gucci.html
"I had to put up a fight to get them, though. Neither of my parents wore Gucci loafers when I was growing up, and they disapproved of them. My parents were far too conservative to wear such shoes, and considered them flashy, shockingly expensive, and downright frivolous, given who wore them—people of suspect morals and spendthrift ways.... My schoolmates at Saint Grottlesex who wore Gucci loafers (a relatively small minority of the school's population, I admit) seemed impossibly glamorous and sophisticated to me, and I wanted to be like them.... But I was determined to own a pair, despite my mother's objections and her unwillingness to foot the bill. I don't know whether it was then or within the next year, but I somehow scraped together enough money to buy myself a pair—black leather ones with brushed brass snaffle-bits.... Even though I took no end of heat from MD for squandering what little money I had on a pair of shoes I could ill afford, I was thrilled to have them."
/\ never had Gucci anything, but was I pleased when I got my $18 blucher mocs made in Maine at the Co-Op ... of course no cash was spent, that was the Co-Op card, which was burning hot from buying textbooks and everything else ... got in trouble with that thing, place had too much Maxell, Fred Perry, Ray-Ban, Adid@s, Sperry, Jack Purcell, early N!ke canvas tennis shoes ....
in fact everything I had was pretty much from the Co-Op and J. Press for years, because of the charge accounts, what a scam, I should have become an unauthorized Shaggy Dog reseller ....
the scent memory of the new clean Shaggy Dog sweaters on their table makes me very nostalgic for those days
I could be happy with canvas sneakers, t-shirt, old jeans, as long as I had a good Scotland/England sweater and pair of thick wool socks, they were my security blankets, I liked my broken-in tees and jeans and sneaks and wasn't ever trying to look fancy, but I was a stickler for the high-quality knitwear, very particular about that, then and now
in fact I'm jonesing for a sweater from Press right now except it's over 80 degrees in the tropics and nobody wears wool in California
^ She was kinda hot in a blowsy way but the aftermath would be rough.