Maybe I watched too much of The Brady Bunch growing up, but I love the word groovy. I still use it much to the consternation of people with their feet firmly planted in the 21st century. I especially liked to use it during the 80's when it was far out of style I considered it in. This led to a goofy poem called 3 Groovy Chix that later became the lyrics to an original tune by my first band The Dislocated. I chronicled The Dislocated's history in 5 parts which you can read if you like.
Part one.
Part two.
Part three.
Part four.
Part five.
But the real point of this post is to share with the world the boombox recording of The Dislocated's first practice performance of 3 Groovy Chix back in 1989. It's raw and full of potential. I wish we could have recorded it in a studio.
2 comments:
Heh. The boyfriend and I tend to favor the word "groovy" as well, tho we usually use it as more of a derogatory or negative term. Such as, "Yeah, this hangover I've got this morning is pretty groovy", or, "Oh, that was pretty groovy when your cousin passed out drunk and prone across the open casket during visitation at the funeral home when the Baptist preacher was standing there comforting your grandmother."
(Um yeah, I only wish that last one was fiction.)
That's why I try to avoid funeral homes.
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