The Cryptic Band Name Game

Mr Garvey + brewer of High Life

Steve Miller

Packerz,
Did your dentist ever say "Abracadabra your teeth are gone" when he pulled a tooth?

And yes, mj, please tell us some stories!

Clue: Russia, Canada or China (definitely not Monaco, Lichtenstein or Vatican City)

Clue: Russia, Canada or China (definitely not Monaco, Lichtenstein or Vatican City)

Continent Band??

Packerz,
Did your dentist ever say "Abracadabra your teeth are gone" when he pulled a tooth?

HAHA  no, but his music was played quite often on the office stereo.  He would show me pics of "the old days" with the band and share stories on how he was always allowed backstage whenever he came to Brew Town.

Hey, but at least he didn't say "Is it safe?" 


Clue: asphyxiated by liquid + watershed

Clue: Russia, Canada or China (definitely not Monaco, Lichtenstein or Vatican City)

Big Country 

Clue: asphyxiated by liquid + watershed

Drowning Pool

And yes, mj, please tell us some stories!

I agree with Packerz and Rhino, tell us more about your uncle and The Renaissance Community.

Michael Metelica's commune band name (before he changed it to Metelica), {a different band than Metallica}
[Rare record on Metromedia records and the song "Weight of The World" is on YouTube]
 
Clue:  Ghost In Skin   

I'll try Zombies


Famous TV witch+warbling in the past tense  

The commune band was Spirit In Flesh aka Spirit In The Flesh

Famous TV witch+warbling in the past tense 

Samantha Sang 

Clue: A buzzing insect + waterfowl minus the last 'e'

A buzzing insect + waterfowl minus the last 'e'

Bee Gees


Clue:  pen fluid + not me but ___ + vehicle to transport students

Love the Ghostbusters and Marathon Man references.

Clue:  pen fluid + not me but ___ + vehicle to transport students

Incubus


clue: A non-complimentary description of news anchors

clue: A non-complimentary description of news anchors

Talking Heads

Clue: Brokaw-Selleck Organization

I was in the middle of a rather long post about my uncle last night when my 'puter decided to freeze up, leaving me no choice but to reboot.  Needles to say I was not happy, and in no mood to retype the post. 

So, today is a new day, and I'm game to try a gain.


When my new Av comes up, it will be a picture of Uncle Dale from the commune days.

As a preface, he is an excerpt from an article I found about the Renaissance Community:

"Dale was initially beyond our comprehension, a huge Viking-Indian with long red hair down to his waist, who strode around Warwick dressed only in cut-offs, even in January. It was Dale who had shown us timid, urban intellectuals that we had bodies beneath our brains and that it was hardier than Mama ever taught. With Dale as our inspiration, we meditated in snowfields under full-moon winter skies; logged all day in 10° weather, and leapt off 50 ft quarries into the waters below. While Michael was ensconced with the band, Dale was the de facto leader of the pack, a daily presence, sauntering loosely with his two canine companions, Barney and Huey, singing snatches of obscure Brotherhood songs ("Everyday you ask me, WHAT AM I GONNA DO??!! I can show you the way, I say, I CAN'T DO IT FOR YOU!!), and punching people playfully on the shoulder. When the pressure got too much for Dale, he would sequester himself in the deep forest around Warwick and scream among the trees."

Though I was very young while Dale was still in the Commune, I have vivid memories of him from that time.  He was always smiling and/or laughing, and always exuded a very zen-like aura.  One of my earliest memores is of camping with him in Northwestern MA in the winter.  We fished for our supper (I had to kiss the fish and thank it before we ate it), and slept in an old Army tent with Army surplus sleeping bags.  Though it was bitter cold, Dale wore nothing but combat boots and cut-offs.  Before bed, he went and sat on a log and meditated for what seemed like hours, unfazed by the cold.

The most amazing thing I saw him do didn't come until a few years later.  Another camping trip, this time during the summer.  We were a few miles from my parents house, We were camped out beside the local reservoir.  After we hiked in and set up camp, we decided to have a swim (skinnt-dipping, of course).  After a few minutes of horsing around in the shallows, Dale dove under, and stayed under.  At first I thought he would swim around behind me and try to scare me, so I backed into really shallow water, but that didn't happen.  After a couple of minutes had passed, I started to get nervous, and started calling him, thinking maybe he had  swum (swam?) further up or down the reservoir  and had gotten out without me noticing.  No answer.  I went back in the water and dove under, looking for him, to no avail.  After what seemed lik 15 minutes (probably closer to 7 or 8 in reality), I saw his head emerge in the middle of the reservoir, a good 100 yards from shore. When I asked him what had happened he calmly replied, "I was talking to the fish."

In my eyes, Dale is a true mystic, and he makes me believe that there are forces in nature that cannot be comprehended by all people. I can't really adequately describe the way his charismatic presence commands the attention of all those around him.

If you're interested, here's a link to the article I quoted, it's pretty interesting.  http://www.authorsden.com/visit/vie
wshortstory.asp?id=46370

WTF****?  Not sure why the font stayed that small after the cited quote.  Sorry 'bout that.


I was in the middle of a rather long post about my uncle last night when my 'puter decided to freeze up, leaving me no choice but to reboot.  Needles to say I was not happy, and in no mood to retype the post. 

So, today is a new day, and I'm game to try a gain.


When my new Av comes up, it will be a picture of Uncle Dale from the commune days.

As a preface, he is an excerpt from an article I found about the Renaissance Community:

"Dale was initially beyond our comprehension, a huge Viking-Indian with long red hair down to his waist, who strode around Warwick dressed only in cut-offs, even in January. It was Dale who had shown us timid, urban intellectuals that we had bodies beneath our brains and that it was hardier than Mama ever taught. With Dale as our inspiration, we meditated in snowfields under full-moon winter skies; logged all day in 10° weather, and leapt off 50 ft quarries into the waters below. While Michael was ensconced with the band, Dale was the de facto leader of the pack, a daily presence, sauntering loosely with his two canine companions, Barney and Huey, singing snatches of obscure Brotherhood songs ("Everyday you ask me, WHAT AM I GONNA DO??!! I can show you the way, I say, I CAN'T DO IT FOR YOU!!), and punching people playfully on the shoulder. When the pressure got too much for Dale, he would sequester himself in the deep forest around Warwick and scream among the trees."

Though I was very young while Dale was still in the Commune, I have vivid memories of him from that time.  He was always smiling and/or laughing, and always exuded a very zen-like aura.  One of my earliest memores is of camping with him in Northwestern MA in the winter.  We fished for our supper (I had to kiss the fish and thank it before we ate it), and slept in an old Army tent with Army surplus sleeping bags.  Though it was bitter cold, Dale wore nothing but combat boots and cut-offs.  Before bed, he went and sat on a log and meditated for what seemed like hours, unfazed by the cold.

The most amazing thing I saw him do didn't come until a few years later.  Another camping trip, this time during the summer.  We were a few miles from my parents house, We were camped out beside the local reservoir.  After we hiked in and set up camp, we decided to have a swim (skinnt-dipping, of course).  After a few minutes of horsing around in the shallows, Dale dove under, and stayed under.  At first I thought he would swim around behind me and try to scare me, so I backed into really shallow water, but that didn't happen.  After a couple of minutes had passed, I started to get nervous, and started calling him, thinking maybe he had  swum (swam?) further up or down the reservoir  and had gotten out without me noticing.  No answer.  I went back in the water and dove under, looking for him, to no avail.  After what seemed lik 15 minutes (probably closer to 7 or 8 in reality), I saw his head emerge in the middle of the reservoir, a good 100 yards from shore. When I asked him what had happened he calmly replied, "I was talking to the fish."

In my eyes, Dale is a true mystic, and he makes me believe that there are forces in nature that cannot be comprehended by all people. I can't really adequately describe the way his charismatic presence commands the attention of all those around him.

If you're interested, here's a link to the article I quoted, it's pretty interesting.  http://www.authorsden.com/visit/vie

wshortstory.asp?id=46370

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Just to avoid confusion, the bold is from the article, the rest is from me, though I'm sure it's not hard to tell the difference in writing style, one is articulate, the other is mine.

Tom Tom Club. Wow, that's interesting reading MJ. The picture resembles Patrick Simmons from the Doobies.


Master of ceremonies+what Mjollnir means in Norse mythology. 

The picture resembles Patrick Simmons from the Doobies.

That picture reminds me of half of my high school graduation class  .   Great story mj

Master of ceremonies+what Mjollnir means in Norse mythology.

MC Hammer



baseball's Lofton + the Duke's last name + flock organizer

mj,
Thanks a lot for the link and your personal story.
Wow! Sounds like there are about a million stories to tell!

baseball's Lofton + the Duke's last name + flock organizer

Kenny Wayne Shepherd

Clue: A bright, rich deep shade of red + V

MJ, Thanks for sharing your story and the link.
I found another story online, 'Pioneer Valleyist' by Tom Devine, that said there was a documentary film called 'Free Spirits' about The Renaissance Community.

Clue: A bright, rich deep shade of red + V

Maroon 5 

Clue:  Motor City Quintet