Monday, July 13, 2009

after the stooges...

above and below: 1970. camp, subjects and photographers unknown.

Hey Keith ?

I never got to summer camp as a kid. It is - or was - a uniquely American phenemonon.

However. This is as close to a soundtrack, short of Charlie Brown, as is feasible.

from "Damned Damned Damned" LP (Stiff) 1977 (UK)


Your driver said...

I only went to day camp one summer. That's where you go home every night after a day in the country. Camp lasted two weeks. It was mostly about mean kids killing little frogs. That's what I remember anyway. I suppose you spent your summers lounging around on the hood of your Opel with girls in mini skirts and large sunglasses. Lucky bastard.

On a positive note, I learned at camp that sassafras bark, when peeled and chewed, tastes exactly like root beer.

ib said...

What is it - or was it - with those mean kids and little frogs. Or bumble bees or worms. I saw my share of those little shits too. I remember one child's mother had the effrontery to justify her son's sadistic leanings with the line,

"My Jimmy has an enquiring mind..."

AS for the Opel. Nah, not old enough to even learn to drive by far back then. Actually, I keyed in a search on '1970' and that was the first image returned. No, that's a lie. The first was a splendid picture of a bikini clad young woman lolling on the hood of a 1970 Plymouth Barracude, but I couldn't get the damn thing to open. The 1970 Opel ad was sloppy second, but not without merit.

Good to hear from you, Jon. Nice tip on the sassafras bark, should I ever get close enough to some.