Heidelberg 1974...an English friend Malcolm who sold Belgian rugs all over the US bases at weekend bazaars rounded up a few of us to help out his girlfriend's hairdresser.
Seems they had no customers with short hair to train their staff...Americans to the rescue!
Thought I posted, but I guess I didn't? Anyhow this article put me over the top, so I subscribed. The whole story about Frank Wasuta was great. We were friends at MVHS. I can't remember him being an "operator", but I got shipped off to Puerto Rico for my senior year. People grow and change fast during those years. He certainly had the car for it (or his family did) a Ford Falcon convertible. I got to spend some time with him at the MVHS reunion and emailed with him a bit trying to help him find Marion Callaway who I guess was his unrequited love his senior year. I know he was an accountant, but the Paul Mitchell story was new to me and great to hear.
By they way, I am trying really hard to get past all the political crap, so I much more enjoy reading the personal experience stuff, which never seizes to amaze and entertain me. I always wonder what direction my life would have gone in if I had stayed in VA my senior year.
I love your description of the Village in the '70s. One late afternoon in 1978 or '79 I was at the Bells of Hell with several English computer jocks I'd gotten to know there. One of them said to me, "We're going to the Talking Heads concert on Second Avenue; do you want to come?" I thought, "OH-kay"; the Heads were a well established act then. It seemed unlikely to me that tickets would be available at the door. Still, I decided to chance it. We got to the Entermedia Theater and, sure enough, I handed over ten bucks and got a ticket. We even had decent orchestra seats.
The opening act was a Jamaican dub artist, The Mighty Dillinger. I hadn't heard of him, but his act was great. When the Heads came on, after every song Tina Weymouth took a rag from a pocket in her jeans and wiped the strings of her bass. When she did this, a woman sitting near the stage would yell, "Wipe it off, Tina; wipe it all off!" The English guy sitting next to me said, "I've heard the lezzies are all after her." I thought, good luck to them. Tina was married to Chris Frantz, the band's drummer. There was a rhythm section that had the rhythm method down pat.
After the concert we noticed one of the English guys had gone. When we got outside, we found him on the sidewalk near the theater entrance. Asked why he had left, he said, "I couldn't stand listening to some young Americans singing about their head trips after hearing The Mighty Dillinger."
Heidelberg 1974...an English friend Malcolm who sold Belgian rugs all over the US bases at weekend bazaars rounded up a few of us to help out his girlfriend's hairdresser.
Seems they had no customers with short hair to train their staff...Americans to the rescue!
Edward Scissorhand Baryshnikov. Nice.
Thought I posted, but I guess I didn't? Anyhow this article put me over the top, so I subscribed. The whole story about Frank Wasuta was great. We were friends at MVHS. I can't remember him being an "operator", but I got shipped off to Puerto Rico for my senior year. People grow and change fast during those years. He certainly had the car for it (or his family did) a Ford Falcon convertible. I got to spend some time with him at the MVHS reunion and emailed with him a bit trying to help him find Marion Callaway who I guess was his unrequited love his senior year. I know he was an accountant, but the Paul Mitchell story was new to me and great to hear.
By they way, I am trying really hard to get past all the political crap, so I much more enjoy reading the personal experience stuff, which never seizes to amaze and entertain me. I always wonder what direction my life would have gone in if I had stayed in VA my senior year.
Frank is a great guy. One of my all time favorite people.
Tried to subscribe but couldn't because I'm in London and template not accepting my postal code.
I'll try to look into this.
I wrote to support at Substack. They said their forms support GB postal codes. They said you should write them directly: support@substack.com
Followed their guidelines, but there's still a glitch. Waiting for them to get back to me.
Will do.
I love your description of the Village in the '70s. One late afternoon in 1978 or '79 I was at the Bells of Hell with several English computer jocks I'd gotten to know there. One of them said to me, "We're going to the Talking Heads concert on Second Avenue; do you want to come?" I thought, "OH-kay"; the Heads were a well established act then. It seemed unlikely to me that tickets would be available at the door. Still, I decided to chance it. We got to the Entermedia Theater and, sure enough, I handed over ten bucks and got a ticket. We even had decent orchestra seats.
The opening act was a Jamaican dub artist, The Mighty Dillinger. I hadn't heard of him, but his act was great. When the Heads came on, after every song Tina Weymouth took a rag from a pocket in her jeans and wiped the strings of her bass. When she did this, a woman sitting near the stage would yell, "Wipe it off, Tina; wipe it all off!" The English guy sitting next to me said, "I've heard the lezzies are all after her." I thought, good luck to them. Tina was married to Chris Frantz, the band's drummer. There was a rhythm section that had the rhythm method down pat.
After the concert we noticed one of the English guys had gone. When we got outside, we found him on the sidewalk near the theater entrance. Asked why he had left, he said, "I couldn't stand listening to some young Americans singing about their head trips after hearing The Mighty Dillinger."
So, I keep thinking looking at the pictures of hot you how much you remind me of the very hot Kris Kristofferson of my 70’s college years.
Having once been a three-for-five guy in the Army, I appreciate this sort of entrepreneurial activity.