Chapel Hill/Carrboro History

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Zoo_View said:
Definitely.

He had skills.

He could also be a complete schmuck.
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When I was "almost 18" I use to go downstairs at Town Hall bar . He was a BAD Foosball player. In, I don't know the 90s , he would have a kiosk with his daughter and sell some kind of Christmas trinkets at Univ Mall .She looked a lot like her mother-pretty long haired Hippie looking-
 
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When I was "almost 18" I use to go downstairs at Town Hall bar . He was a BAD Foosball player. In, I don't know the 90s , he would have a kiosk with his daughter and sell some kind of Christmas trinkets at Univ Mall .She looked a lot like her mother-pretty long haired Hippie looking-
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The article linked tells some of that story.
 
Remember The Anvil. Wasn't a regular reader.

Dan was a pretty intense fellow. I can't think of any conversations dealing with anything other than politics, societal problems and that sort of thing. He would make an interesting poster here. Probably to be put on ignore by some.
 
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“In 1998 Parthenon Huxley, widowed and unemployed, successfully auditions to be the guitarist/singer for Electric Light Orchestra Part II, led by ELO’s Bev Bevan. After years of ups and downs in the tough-luck music business, Huxley’s life trajectory changes for the better—lavish tours, world-class bandmates, fan adulation—until events threaten to pull it all apart.

Driven by a fluid, enthused writing style, Electric Light Odyssey is packed with captivating and often hilarious anecdotes about the rock ‘n’ roll life—from sharing an invisible joint with Paul McCartney and being serenaded at his wedding by Stephen Stills, to singing harmony with Brian Wilson, performing with Linda Ronstadt, and much more.

A must-read for music lovers, aspiring artists, and fans of triumph-over-adversity stories, Electric Light Odyssey chronicles Huxley’s life journey as he grows from budding songwriter to rock n’ roll veteran with the scars and rewards to show for it. Huxley fearlessly leads the reader on a tour of his thrilling wins, humbling failures, and heart-stopping personal drama.”



FROM HIS WIKIPEDIA PAGE: “His touring career began as a member of the Chapel Hill, NC rock band The Blazers (not the LA-based band of the same name). The band was founded and released their first album before his involvement; for their second album, The Blazers consisted of Huxley (credited under his original name Rick Miller), Sherman Tate (lead & harmony vocals, rhythm guitar), Ronnie Taylor (drums & percussion) and Lee Gildersleeve (bass). This iteration of the group issued the album How to Rock: Ten Easy Lessons (Moonlight Records, 1980), again produced by Don Dixon, and then broke up.

His first solo recording (released under the pseudonym "Rick Rock"[2]) was the self-produced, self-financed single "Buddha, Buddha" / "Sputnik" (Big Groovy, 1983). Despite its modest recording budget of US $400[3] "Buddha, Buddha" was named one of the ten best records ever made in North Carolina by the Greensboro Record. During this period Huxley also toured as guitarist with Don Dixon under the name Me & Dixon. He relocated to Los Angeles in 1987 and signed with Columbia Records; the following year he recorded his first solo album, Sunny Nights (Columbia 1988), produced by Huxley and David Kahne. Three of its tracks ("Double Our Numbers", "Guest Host for the Holy Ghost" and "Chance to Be Loved") were released as singles during that year. Although the album received favorable reviews (Rolling Stone Magazine called it a "monumental debut"), it did not sell well and this ended his association with Columbia”



 
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When I returned to Chapel Hill in 1987 I got a job day-prep cooking at Tijuana Fats on Rosemary Street. Beside us was Mama Dip’s and down the alley was The Cat’s Cradle. The place opened up around 11 am in those days for early lunch-goers and there would be two or three fellows that would show up pretty soon afterward, newspapers in hand, to sit at the bar, have an enchilada and drink beer through into the afternoon. One of them was a third shifter who has, last I heard, given up alcohol. I'm not sure what became of the others. I also remember seeing drinkers perched at the bar pretty early in the day at The Carolina Coffee Shop on Franklin downing morning Bloodies and Boilermakers. It was the earliest mixed drink in town until Breadmen's went full liquor bar.

In Guatemala I was acquainted for many years with a group of old pensioner expats that met every morning around 8:00 am at a place called San Carlos to polish off a fifth of rum with OJ and brunch on sundry offerings at a table with a good view of the park and the volcano named Agua.

Lots of folks have at least some experience with day-drinking. Football is probably the country’s most regular excuse/cause - college on Saturday and professional on Sunday. And there are random holidays and festivals that suffice for others.

“‘In the past, everyone drank all day—men, women, and children,' says Paul Jennings, pub historian and author of A History of Drink and the English. As recently as 100 years ago, all London pubs opened in the morning, and they’d fill with people having an early drink." [Quite from linked article]

Our Founding seems to gave been well-fueled by sunshine tipplers. It figures, since in those times water could be a suspect thing and no refrigeration made a fermented - or distilled - drinkable the healthiest of available choices. John Adam’s wrote of his favorite breakfast libation, spiritous cider. "I shall never forget, how refreshing and salubrious we found it, hard as it often was." And so all those lofty Enlightenment pronouncements and resolutions in our Continental Congress were lit aflame by no less than his First Meal potent potable. It’s a very long way from such as that and adderall-fueled teetotaler head of state indeed. Even farther from day cooking at Tijuana Fats.



Remembering When London's Pubs Were Full at 7 a.m.
 
Morning drinking. One of my many Dallas Manpower jobs was working the midnight shift at a printing place that involved placing the local ads inside magazines - Time, SI, etc. We`d get off at 7 AM and go to a bar that the full timers frequented and drink for an hour or so. Only way to do it.
 
Interesting origins. Not the Shack of 1970. Only hit it a couple times. Too fratty for my drinking pleasure. The Scorboard was about as close as I came to that world.
 
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