So, here I am - when I should be composing a blog bit about Abortion – just lyin’ about and sweating (it’s gettin’ hot here in Phoenix already, and I’m refusin’ to turn on the A/C unit this early in the year in order to save $) and I’m reminiscing. Thinkin’ about that video I recently posted here at ‘Ferret-Faced Fascist Friends’ pertaining to my good ol’ friend TORCH and how he got The OC Weekly’s award for ‘2008 Father Of The Year’ for knocking unconscious some pedophile cop and uncovering some child porn ring or something.
And, of course, that gets me thinking about not just Torch but ALL of us in the ‘LEAGUE OF SOUL CRUSADERS’ – the whole drinking-buddy gang! (As I was telling my friend Toddfan Discman a couple of days ago, there’s a “romance” associated with our carefree past and our daze of free-flowin’ booze. And I don’t give a damn what Tom Waits says or how much he thinks he’s “matured”.)
But ya wanna know what got me started reminiscing? Doesn’t matter, ‘cause I’m a-bound to tell ya anyway:
Earlier today, I happened to mention Wally George to Brother Napoleon and I reminded him of Wally’s infamous saying, “You’re OUTTA HERE!” Next thing you know, Nappy and I were going through the house singing that old theme song: “Wally-Wally, WAL-LY!”
Shortly afterwards, damned Nappy went to YouTube to see if he could find any old Wally George clips (in the same way he happened to stumble upon that 2007 video interview with Torch a few weeks ago).
Sure enough, there’s a whole bunch of old Wally at YouTube, and I got hooked on watching them, jus’ like it was 1982 all over again!
So tonight, I started doing some YouTube searches and was AMAZED to find what’s available at that site! I’m always a day late and a brain cell short, which is why I’m only just now, in 2011, discovering this astounding stuffs that y’all have known about for like 15 years.
Anyway, back in 1982, the drinking gang I was in - the ‘League Of Soul Crusaders’ – we totally ruled the world. Er… well, we ruled Los Angele— we ruled the WEST side of Los Ang— In 1982, the ‘League Of Soul Crusaders’ ruled Santa Monica. That is to say, we ruled all of Santa Monica that was West of Seventeenth Stre-- Well, we ruled BAY STREET in Santa Monica, and I ain’t backin’ down from THAT!
At any time in 1982/'83, if you entered the house at 824 Bay Street in Santa Monica, California, and if we were home – which is to say, if we weren’t at Jolly Jack’s bar or terrorizing someone else’s neighborhood – it’s pretty much a sure bet that one of three things would have been on the always-turned-on television set.
We would have been drinking and watching either . . .
MTV . . .
. . . or Deputy
But if we weren’t watching either MTV or Deputy Dawg cartoons, then it’s easy money that we were watching "the father of Combat TV", Wally George, whose show struck us as being hysterically funny. Sure, it was sort of the political equivalent of an Andy Kaufman stunt, which is why we loved it. It was never a question of IF but a question of WHEN Wally George would shout at his liberal guest, “You’re OUTTA HERE!”
Ahh, man, good times gone by!
How did I get old? And where in hell did this grey hair come from? - damn it!
“Grey hair, you’re OUTTA HERE!”
~ Stephen T. McCarthy
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