It's funny you chose that video -

 

I was in high school when old Barry was doing his thing there -

 

With long hair being the thing then - and my stunning good looks, (and shall we say full sized proboscis) I was getting Called "Barry" quite a bit - though I can't sing at all.

 

 

A-Jay

Ahh...the good old days. Since you shared a maybe not so fond memory, I will do the same.

When I was about 12 or 13, I had really, really curly hair and was given the nickname...wait for it...

Poodle. Normally I would have fought over such a thing, but the high school head majorette and summer lifeguard who was at that time the absolute love of my life...even if she didn't know it.... gave me the nickname and told me in front of a few of my classmates that she thought I was really cute. So the nickname sucked, but I also had the "cute" card to defend myself with...so to speak....when the grief got to be too bad.

Deep Purple, Smoke on the Water. Who remembers that?

Hootie

I listen to whatever I have in the car.

On the drive to the lake I'll usually hammer some early to mid-90s era Wu Tang Clan. Not lucky per se, just the habit I've gotten into.

Thats some classic hip hop right there, I usually listen to some wu-tang when im packing up stuff and reorganizing a few things the night before i go out of town on a fishing trip...

Thats some classic hip hop right there, I usually listen to some wu-tang when im packing up stuff and reorganizing a few things the night before i go out of town on a fishing trip...

 

I'm sure there's some mention of fishing somewhere in Enter the Wu-Tang, ha ha.

 

The game of fishing is like a sword fight You must think first before you move...