Dazed and Confused...I know Led Zeppelin already used it, but TiT's whole live is plagiarized so I figured it was appropriate.
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x1990301During a thread supposedly devoted to asking about the health of his best friend Nina (she's also his business partner) but it's unclear whether she was the one who eventually sabotaged his DU account and posted a bunch of lies...he hand Wiley50 wax nostalgic about the drugs of youth:
TomInTib (1000+ posts) Sat Oct-06-07 08:17 PM
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23. Yep, nothing like it.
I first smoke opium in Mexico in 1962 (I was twelve years old).
My life was changed.
I didn't smoke pot until three years later, while trying to tamp down a brain gone spikey due to a drowning incident that I managed to get myself into.
Drowning - The Ultimate Gateway Drug
At least, that's my excuse.
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No wonder the guy makes shit up, he's been hallucinating since he was 12.
And of course he used to date Stanley Owsley's niece:
TomInTib (1000+ posts) Sat Oct-06-07 09:06 PM
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27. Oh, no...
I used to date Stanley Owsley's niece, Karen.
Red hot and rockin' country girl straight outta Miami (pronounced Mi am ah), Oklahoma.
Her creed was pretty much the same as mine.
"Sure, why not?"
God, I am too old to be able to afford to remember shit like that - makes my blood pressure go up.
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Alas...his animal magnetism got the best of him and she was just another in a string of broken hearts TiT evidently left in his wake:
TomInTib (1000+ posts) Sat Oct-06-07 09:43 PM
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32. So this Owsley chick...
after I went away to serve my ****ing country, moved out to Leon's place for a while and then she and this Cherokee Amazon hung around with John Lee Hooker for a few years.
We got back together after I came home, but I was CRRAAAZY about that Cherokee chick and it caused a lot of problems.
And we were all three of us with Bad Problems with the Bad Shit, which causes its own set of problems.
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Hey I'm Suffering TooTiT reveals his best friend is having a mastectomy...
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=389x1976043TomInTib (1000+ posts) Thu Oct-04-07 03:05 PM
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My best friend and business partner is under the knife as I type this.
Partial radical mastectomy.
One of the finest, smartest, funniest Women on the Planet.
So, after all the trials and tribulations of the last week (OMC's Stacy), if you have any Positive Mojo Arrows left in your quiver - notch 'em up and fling them in the general direction of the San Francisco Bay. I am certain they will find Nina.
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Alas...he may never be able to play guitar again...and just a few short weeks after his best friend got out of the hospital
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=222x26884TomInTib (1000+ posts) Tue Oct-23-07 09:23 PM
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what a difference a day makes (i just got home from the hospital)
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Edited on Tue Oct-23-07 09:40 PM by TomInTib
i just got home from the hospital.
i'll tell you what'll damn sure get one's attention.
and that is going to bed feeling fine and then waking up a few hours later with your right arm absolutely dead from the elbow down.
i was pretty damned scared.
i knew that i had not suffered an actual stroke because my face, gait and voice were normal, unaffected. but i was really concerned that one of my old brain injuries had come home to roost.
then i contacted Tandalayo_Scheisskopf because he is a very knowledgeable guy. he thought it might be TIA, which i had never heard of.
http://www.americanheart.org/presenter.jhtml?identifier ...
so away we went. but only after i showered, washed my hair, shaved, brushed my teeth, dressed, buttoned up my shirt, put on bracelets and watch and tied my shoes. all on my own. i am extremely right-handed and all that just kicked my ass. especially that ****ing watch band. try buckling an alligator strap with your teeth. but i was determined to start out at the maximum control mode that i could muster.
after much ado at marin general, it was determined that my ulnar nerve has crashed due to one of my old traumas.
i will begin neurological therapy on friday morning.
the prognosis is uncertain at this point, but i will probably never play guitar again.
but i am counting my blessings, right now.
and i am enjoying the humor of the situation. with my right hand floppy at the wrist, i am certain that i strongly resembled Cheeta the Chimp while washing my hair and face. and i almost jammed my toothbrush through the back of my skull.
Tom
on edit, sorry for the lack of caps but it is too danged hard to type them.
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And from a year before
What a Long Way We Have Comehttp://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=102x2223047TomInTib (1000+ posts) Wed Apr-12-06 02:09 PM
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14. What a long way we have come.
I was in the Honolulu airport in 1971, coming home on convalescent leave (shot) from Vietnam.
When the ticket agent told me they did not have a reservation or a seat for me, I was just devastated.
I was so effed up both mentally and physically, the thought of spending the night on an airport bench (I had NO money and the next flight was the following day) was just too much to bear.
All of a sudden, this angel of a man in line behind me said, "It will be all right", and handed me two tickets and told me one was for me and one was for comfort. Said he and his son could wait for the next day. Then he handed me $100.
I will never forget him.
If this was to occur today, the TSA wouldn't let me on the flight.
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TomInTib (1000+ posts) Wed Apr-12-06 03:14 PM
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22. That simple, kind act..
changed my life.
I had been in heavy s**t for over a year at the time and I pretty much resented (hell, hated) every one and everything that got in my way.
After that, it was mostly peace and calm for me even though I spent another 18 months in heavy action.
To this day, I believe that man was the reason I didn't just go crazy. Sometimes I think that he is the reason I am alive.
That may sound weird, but I really feel that way.
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TomInTib (1000+ posts) Wed Apr-12-06 03:08 PM
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21. And the funny part is this guy appeared to be a real Nixonian..
repub with his frat-boy son.
I was Special Forces (SEAL) with long hair died jet black (so as to not stand out at long range, an attempt to blend in) and I looked like a crazy mofo because of constant terror.
He just had a natural compassion that, to this day, still makes makes me teary at the memory of the time we had and what we have lost.
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And (sadly) the death of his very best (and world famous naturally) Tom Snyder
http://www.democraticunderground.com/discuss/duboard.php?az=view_all&address=210x19751So my phone rang this morning and they told me that Tom diedTomInTib (1000+ posts) Mon Jul-30-07 12:33 PM
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So my phone rang this morning and they told me that Tom died.
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That's Tom Snyder, not me.
For those of you who didn't have the great pleasure of knowing that man, I want to tell that he was definitely one of a kind.
Until about two weeks ago, we would sit on our own bench on our own deck on our town's (Tiburon, CA) little Main Street and solve all of the world's problems every day. This bench is actually referred to as "Toms' Bench". We would hang out with our dogs (my beautiful Golden Retriever, Seamus, and Tom's wonderful Olde English Sheepdog, Trevor) and make lewd comments about tourists and george bush. Man, he absolutely detested what is going on in our country today.
Tom had been in the entertainment business since he was thirteen years old and decided that being a paperboy was just too much ****ing work (he talked like that, you know). He knew everybody.
And stories. God god a'mighty, that man could tell you stories until you either wet your pants or collapsed a lung laughing.
He was a really big guy, you know. All the way around. As I type this through tears, I have this mirage-like image of him shambling down the sidewalk wearing those crazy pajama pants that he always wore and that beat-up old windbreaker with his name embroidered on the chest (you should've seen that jacket - "You know, Tom, when you get something that works, you better hold on to it."), shoulders kind of hunched up and walking his dog. Saying hello to everyone he knew in that great big ol' voice of his, not giving a damn about any conversation or thought that he might be interrupting.
Because Tom just didn't give a shit. And he would let you know up front.
I just awoke to this bad news and I am going away now. I just had to throw this down for my dear friend.
See you on the other side of the screen, buddy.
Damn.
Just damn.
Tom (Wright, not Snyder)
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TomInTib (1000+ posts) Mon Jul-30-07 01:19 PM
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13. Do you remember his John Lennon interview? Well, Tom didn't.
I saw a thing on cable last year about the influence of drugs on the entertainment biz and one of the segments was that interview.
So I mentioned it to Tom the next day and he told me that he didn't remember even doing it.
Said he had the video and all but that he was so loaded when he did the interview that he couldn't remember doing it.
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TomInTib (1000+ posts) Mon Jul-30-07 01:39 PM
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15. I can hear it right now.
Yeah, I know what you mean.
I am going to walk down the hill, now.
And drape my gallery in blue, for it was his favorite color.
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TomInTib (1000+ posts) Mon Jul-30-07 11:22 PM
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22. It's funny you know...
After Letterman tried to make it happen the second time (and NBC tried to hook Tom up with Rona Barrett) Tom and Letterman never really spoke to one another. David could make that right, tonight.
But Tom talked to Leno almost every day.
I will probably see Jay tomorrow.
And I will let you know what is going on, Raejeanowl.
Tom
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One can't help but be humbled by all his brushes with greatness.
Cindie