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I grew up in Massapequa, where Stray Cats are from. Slim Jim was a friend, and he bought me my first "legal" beer. I saw Stray Cats the night before they left for England, summer of 1980 (They were then billed as "Brian and the Tomcats"). After seeing over several hundred shows since then, it still remains as one of the most electrifying performances I've ever seen. 🤘🏻😎

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“…witnessing the undeniable warmth and benevolence a community of rock'n'roll true believers can generate” describes how I feel at a Wilco show. Looking forward to being with my community tonight in Columbia, Maryland (and tomorrow in NY 😬)

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Left home when I was 18, lived in Soho, London, 100 yards from the Marquee Club. One day in 1981 I was passing the club and noticed a hastily drawn poster on their pavement-inhabiting ad board – (Headliners.. I can’t remember who) cancelled – tonight from NYC the Stray Cats. Luckily for me that week the NME had run a newdesk paragraph stating that the group had landed in London and were sleeping on their publicists floor. Next to the para was a photo of Brian Setzer – clearly a cool dude. I got it instantly – there was a rockabilly revival happening in the city at the time which was happenstance. Anyone who went to the Marquee would be familiar with the usual sight of a wall of amps as the backline in the small sweat box, but all I saw when I walked in the club was – left to right – a drum ‘kit’ comprising kick drum, snare, hi hat and 1 cymbal; a tiny vintage amp – and a double bass having a nap stage right.

When the trio came on stage with their cool cat threads and impractically well coiffured quiffs they ripped straight into ‘Rumble In Brighton’ (I think) and from the first chord put on the best show I’d seen since the Heartbreakers in ‘77. Incredible.

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In the 80's I wore my Stray Cats shirt until it turned to dust and blew off my body in the breeze. I wanted a blonde pompadour so intensely it consumed my day and night dreams. Alas, I had no connections at local hair salons in 1982, and was 12 years old with a homemade bowl cut. I shoved a broom stick through a plastic trash can and tied a yellow nylon rope to it so I could have my own stand-up bass, which collapsed the moment I stood upon it. My childhood colleagues were not impressed, and the girl I liked "Walked right by with her tail in the air".

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I love it! I wish I could do something like this that matters (to me) instead of this damn job sourcing out spare parts for machines that make cheese. 😞

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Read ‘How To Write One Song’ and get started. Your goal is within reach. I promise.

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My son bought me the book, if you can believe that!

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Hey Shannon, keep making those parts - I love cheese! 🍕🧀🌮🥪🥯

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⬅️ Turophile here. You are doing the Lord's work. Keep it up!

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😝 🤘 🧀

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"All the tiger prints set free" is so evocative. Beautiful.

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My FAVORITE songs is a short list, but Jeff has written almost all of them. Some weirdo might call it pathetic, but I’m quite grateful that he keeps sharing, and that so many people appreciate it and keep showing up 💜

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I can't get this song out of my head. Which makes my head a lovely place to be. This one's a winner!

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💗💗💗 Love the song and the sentiment. My first concert was Petty/Dylan in the mid 80s. That was the first time I heard "Hard rain", and indeed, it did hit me hard...Then, later, my first concert without adult assistance was Michelle Shocked/Billy Bragg at Liberty Lunch in Austin...Billy with his green burns steer guitar played with such passion and humor... I'll never forget those shows.

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How lucky!

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The poor man’s Shakin Stevens (who once visited his mum in the hospital bed beside my sisters best friend at school, by which I mean she was in a hospital bed too, not some bizarre sleepover in the classroom. So you can see I don’t need you as my only hobnobbing with rock/pop stars).

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oh! Shakin' Stevens! Shakin' Stevens & the Sunsets is some killer rockabilly!

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That's funny - it was meant to be an ironic comment as Shaky had some massive hits in the UK riding on the back of his semi-Elvis impersonator style and is therefore judged very much middle of the road. However, I believe (without knowing too much about it) that his backing band had great credentials e.g. Geraint Watkins and was associated with the Dave Edmunds 'stable'. Check out Dave Edmunds Repeat When Necessary if you haven't heard it. You may also have spotted the Cardiff/South Wales connection, which is why I have a soft spot for Shaky. I come from Cardiff. Hence his mum and my sisters best school friend.

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oh yeah -- I appreciate how you meant it, and I guess I was just excited to see any reference to Shaky. I know he had massive hits back in the day. When I was in college, Epic was releasing his stuff and trying to make him a star here, so I got all of it, plus all the early Sunsets stuff whenever it showed up in record bins. I have quite the collection (and a few cheesy posters). His backup band was great; I also have all the Dave Edmunds, Nick Lowe, Brinsley Schwarz music (among others) and dig it all. Cool for you to have that connection! And funny as well. And I understand as a human, Shaky is quite a milktoast, but on stage he really kicks it up. He definitely rode the Elvis style and was second-wave rockabilly, but he and the Sunsets were no slouches! Anyway, cheers! Great to hear your story! ;-)

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Beautiful!

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Warning! If you search for "Stray Cats in Spain" you'll get exactly what you asked for🥴

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Thanks Jeff – much love from Liverpool (UK).

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Elliott Smith vibes

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Beautiful song for a beautiful moment. Xx

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The magical town of Vitoria-Gasteiz: the Stray Cats rocked, but Wilco rocked harder. What a great night (early morning) for music.

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