Birthdays, Deaths and other announcements

Another legend lost

Hard to believe 3 of my early musical idols, Simmons, Halford, & Costello will be 72, 70, & 67 tomorrow. That used to seem so old to me once-upon-a-time. Not so much these days. Blessed Be the Birthday Boys, & many happy returns!

Wow. Glen Matlock is 65? And I remember when he was still snotty behind the ears. Happy Birthday Glen! Thanx for all the fun & trouble I got into as a wayward youth with your music blaring in the background. Another "Soundtrack of My Life" band. Many happy returns, sharonthedyslexicmess.

Wayne Osmond 70? David Soul 78? Paul Michael (Manfred) Glaser is also 78, but not tomorrow. I can recall purchasing Osmond Brothers 45's at McCrory's & G.C. Murphy's 5 & Dime, & had some of their L.P.'s on 8-track when I was in grade-school. I also had a giant poster of Donny Osmond & his big, toothy grin on the wall between my bunk-beds back then, too. LoL I was a die-hard "Starsky & Hutch" fan from the age of 12, would never miss an episode if I could help it. I also had a poster of them on my wall & crushed heavily on Soul's "Hutch" as an adolescent/pre-teen. Anybody remember his singer/songwriter/guitarist musical endeavors? Dude wasn't half bad. At least we sang along. They even graced the cover of our 6th grade "Bananas" kids' magazine, which I still have stashed on a shelf somewhere. Approx 2 yrs ago, I rediscovered them via YouTube, falling in love all over again w/them & the series' San Pedro/downtown L.A. settings/backdrops. I still like Soul, but decades later find my "Hutch" crush has morphed into a "Starsky" one. Changing times, changing tastes, I suppose. "Starsky & Hutch" was not the sole reason I dreamt of moving to L.A. beginniing in the 7th grade, but the series definitely planted a seed that would ultimately bear fruit by my 21st year. I no longer live in L.A., but recall those wild years almost as if they happened yesterday. Made many a youthful mistake, yet still glad I took the plunge, otherwise I would not have my beloved, East L.A.-born boy. So Happy 78th Birthday, Mr. Soul, you hot-toddie, you. And a Blessed 70th to you too, Mr. Osmond, who, along with your brothers, frequently serenaded this little girl to sleep via those chunky-clunky 8-track tapes stored in a carrying case under my bed. Many happy returns to you both! Love, Sharon.