God, that was unbearable. I just want to slap those big-ass glasses right off Steve Yeager’s face. Solid Gold. Wayland Flowers and Madame. It’s all like a dream. Someone wake me up.
Say what you want about Jagger’s football unifomr, but he pulls that off better than those guys pull off whatever it is they were pulling off. I made it to “we’ll keep on fight-” before I had to turn it off.
This reminds me of that scene in Bang The Drum Slowly where four players are singing on TV, and DeNiro danced in a way that wouldn’t have seemed possible without playing spoons.
Jerry Reuss was obviously playing the Edgar Winter role.
Jesus, Yeager swings as badly while he’s “singing” as he did playing. Maybe they needed to let him keep his mask on.
Where’s Joe Ferguson when you need him?
If this was in LA, the audience should have left before the song ended like real Dodger fans do during games.
Did we miss Andy Gibb coming on after an saying they hit that one out of the park?
Wow, Rip Taylor must have been busy that night for Wayland and Madam to get the gig.
A bit off topic, perhaps, but my hatred for those late 70s/early 80s Dodgers teams borders on the irrational. From fat Tommy Lasorda down to pseudo-clean cut Steve Garvey. Yeager, Steve Sax, Davy Lopes, Ken Landreaux, Steve Howe, Bob Welch. What a bunch of a-holes.
But Solid Gold: there is a topic rich for further exploration. God knows I watched it. Please enjoy the show opening and Joey Scarbury lip-synching the theme to Greatest American Hero. I know I did, as well as the Top 10 Countdown. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LVjw6KBYbI
I can relate to your hatred of the Dodgers, misterioso, but I still respect the late-70s teams that broke the hearts of Phils fans for 2 years running. There were a few guys on that team I couldn’t help but admire in an I’d-like-them-if-they-were-on-my-team way: Lopes, Garvey, and Cey. Plus I loved the two bench veterans who were integral to the most painful collapse in a Phils playoff game: Manny Mota and Vic Davalillo. Man, it’s so long ago – was Walter Alston still the manager in the late-70s? I didn’t like him simply because he showed so little personality and had won so many games (ie, jealousy).
I HATED Bill Russell, though, for the nerve that anyone had of putting him in the same company of NL shortstops with Conception and Bowa. Hated Yeager. Hated Rick Monday. Hated Don Sutton and Burt Hooten.
Philly-area native Tommy Lasorda, who always made a point of talking about how he bled Dodger blue was probably the most teased native son since Kobe Bryant came along. What a big baby! He seriously got pissed off at the Philly Phanatic for smashing a Dodgers helmet! I don’t care how Italian he is and how much pasta he eats (things I can relate to) – and he seems like an OK guy when he’s back in town – but put him in Dodgers blue and he’s still a big, fat baby.
In the ’80s, when they brought up Sax, Howe, Herscheiser et al they became especially despicable to me. They were like coked-up Christians (not that I have anything against either cokeheads or Christians, independent of one another). For instance, I respected ’70s Garvey but couldn’t stand ’80s Garvey. His clean-cut, All-American routine during the wild ’70s made too much sense in the ’80s. It bugged me that Jerry Reuss and Jay Johnstone, two players I liked a lot during the ’70s, ended up with the Dodgers.
I have thoroughly enjoyed seeing the Phils knock the Dodgers out of the playoffs the last couple of years. In my mind the current-day Phils are still playing the 1978 Dodgers. I could care less for most of the current Dodgers. Manny’s a joke. Russell Martin makes my All-Softie Team.
Mod, I’m an American League guy, but I had a real soft spot for the late 70s Phillies teams. No question those LA teams were talented. But loathsome. (Not Manny Mota. He wasn’t loathsome.) Truly the baseball equivalent of the Eagles.
God, that was unbearable. I just want to slap those big-ass glasses right off Steve Yeager’s face. Solid Gold. Wayland Flowers and Madame. It’s all like a dream. Someone wake me up.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uhRIs-3zypI&feature=related
Say what you want about Jagger’s football unifomr, but he pulls that off better than those guys pull off whatever it is they were pulling off. I made it to “we’ll keep on fight-” before I had to turn it off.
Good God! Did this contribute to Andy Gibb’s death? Knowing a little bit about prankster Jay Johnstone, these guys may have lost a clubhouse bet.
I *so* summon mockcarr for his thoughts — no, wait, his feeeeelings — on this amazing clip.
If only late-70s-era Lou Reed could have joined that quartet…
This reminds me of that scene in Bang The Drum Slowly where four players are singing on TV, and DeNiro danced in a way that wouldn’t have seemed possible without playing spoons.
Jerry Reuss was obviously playing the Edgar Winter role.
Jesus, Yeager swings as badly while he’s “singing” as he did playing. Maybe they needed to let him keep his mask on.
Where’s Joe Ferguson when you need him?
If this was in LA, the audience should have left before the song ended like real Dodger fans do during games.
Did we miss Andy Gibb coming on after an saying they hit that one out of the park?
Wow, Rip Taylor must have been busy that night for Wayland and Madam to get the gig.
A bit off topic, perhaps, but my hatred for those late 70s/early 80s Dodgers teams borders on the irrational. From fat Tommy Lasorda down to pseudo-clean cut Steve Garvey. Yeager, Steve Sax, Davy Lopes, Ken Landreaux, Steve Howe, Bob Welch. What a bunch of a-holes.
But Solid Gold: there is a topic rich for further exploration. God knows I watched it. Please enjoy the show opening and Joey Scarbury lip-synching the theme to Greatest American Hero. I know I did, as well as the Top 10 Countdown. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4LVjw6KBYbI
And, of course, the Solid Gold Dancers.
I can relate to your hatred of the Dodgers, misterioso, but I still respect the late-70s teams that broke the hearts of Phils fans for 2 years running. There were a few guys on that team I couldn’t help but admire in an I’d-like-them-if-they-were-on-my-team way: Lopes, Garvey, and Cey. Plus I loved the two bench veterans who were integral to the most painful collapse in a Phils playoff game: Manny Mota and Vic Davalillo. Man, it’s so long ago – was Walter Alston still the manager in the late-70s? I didn’t like him simply because he showed so little personality and had won so many games (ie, jealousy).
I HATED Bill Russell, though, for the nerve that anyone had of putting him in the same company of NL shortstops with Conception and Bowa. Hated Yeager. Hated Rick Monday. Hated Don Sutton and Burt Hooten.
Philly-area native Tommy Lasorda, who always made a point of talking about how he bled Dodger blue was probably the most teased native son since Kobe Bryant came along. What a big baby! He seriously got pissed off at the Philly Phanatic for smashing a Dodgers helmet! I don’t care how Italian he is and how much pasta he eats (things I can relate to) – and he seems like an OK guy when he’s back in town – but put him in Dodgers blue and he’s still a big, fat baby.
In the ’80s, when they brought up Sax, Howe, Herscheiser et al they became especially despicable to me. They were like coked-up Christians (not that I have anything against either cokeheads or Christians, independent of one another). For instance, I respected ’70s Garvey but couldn’t stand ’80s Garvey. His clean-cut, All-American routine during the wild ’70s made too much sense in the ’80s. It bugged me that Jerry Reuss and Jay Johnstone, two players I liked a lot during the ’70s, ended up with the Dodgers.
I have thoroughly enjoyed seeing the Phils knock the Dodgers out of the playoffs the last couple of years. In my mind the current-day Phils are still playing the 1978 Dodgers. I could care less for most of the current Dodgers. Manny’s a joke. Russell Martin makes my All-Softie Team.
Mod, I’m an American League guy, but I had a real soft spot for the late 70s Phillies teams. No question those LA teams were talented. But loathsome. (Not Manny Mota. He wasn’t loathsome.) Truly the baseball equivalent of the Eagles.