As I always do before bed, I checked the weather for the next day.... and somehow I ended up seeing a Facebook post about 1970's & '80's punk bands. And I fell down the rabbit hole. For the next four hours (too bad it wasn't only three,) I recalled my teen years by:
1. Watching several hours of video on Youtube and slam dancing around my living room. And yes, I may have been alone but I was moshing and slamming. Slamming into every piece of furniture we own. I still have the bruises to prove it.
|photo courtesy of wrirrvamusichistory.tumbler.com|
The stroll down punk rock memory lane had me Googling Going Bananas, a Richmond bar known for featuring punk music back in the day. The bar shut down long, long ago and I couldn't find much about it online but in the process of searching...
|James River Raft Race, photo courtesy of richmond.com|
2. I was reminded of the James River Raft Races. Oh. My. Goodness! Those things were a blast! And dangerous! There's nothing like a gazillion drunk fools, floating down the river on homemade rafts while wearing crazy costumes. The races did raise money for some worth causes though.
3. I have no idea how looking at images of the James River Raft Races lead me to Chuck Richardson, but they did. Chuck was an outspoken city council member with a slight heroin problem. The radio stations loved to poke fun of him and I remember driving to school while Spelling with Chuck played on the radio.
I'm joining Carole and friends for Three on Thursday.