Don't you get it, my Bremenian comrade?
We had to arrive at this point together. You and me. Ken too. It had to evolve.
There was a process that was required.
It could never have been posted as post #1, for the same reason that Santa Clause doesn't keep a diary regarding Christmases past. Did people in the middle ages forsee the social status of a G Unit?
I think not Herr Hauke.

Chip Douglas
(from 'My Three Sons')

Levon Helm

Johnny Cougar

Harry Botham

Did you mean the 'sympathy' orchestra?

Rudyard Kipling

Mok Mazuk
(allergy problems today)

TV Name...
 

Late in 1968 after joining Local 802, NY Union Local (while still in High School), I joined a Jazz Workshop. It was a Big Band with 100s maybe 1,000s of great charts. This was Lynn Oliver's Jazz Workshop at 89th and B'way above the book store for you old New Yorkers reading this.

The Band leader in my Band (I made Lynn's Band a year or so later) was the Baritone player. He saw me warming up with the Bow and asked if I knew 'Kenny Bow Natural' from some TV Show. Who?

Well, for awhile I was nicknamed Kenny Bow Natural in Studio #2!

Kenny Bow Natural

(The story was necessary, sry.. :D)

Earlier in 1968, In Jersey City, I was born.








(It is now established that I'm a smart-ash)

Others would have been too.

RRRRRob
 

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Steinlager. Steinlager.

Is that a name backwards?

Every name probably spells something backwards.

Backwards?
 

I had a friend once named Drahcir, I think he was Norwegian.

No Rob, I said that... not you.