An addendum to stuffaboutminneapolis’ post about most wanting to meet Reginald (Th Crusher) Lisowski which I cannot reblog.
My father called us “turkey necks” all during our childhood and on occasion still does. It wasn’t until several years ago when I was helping him compile media for a school reunion in Owatonna that I found out why.
I threatened to play this song (and sometimes ONLY this song) during subsequent DJ stints at Grumpy’s NE MN Music Mondays (The Novas were a Minnesota garage band in the 60s) but surprisingly, was not invited back for said stint.
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