http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/ your daily dose of pop culture Thu, 24 May 2012 16:17:00 +0000 hourly 1 http://wordpress.org/?v=3.3.2 http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/comment-page-1/#comment-82740 jthomas65 Sat, 16 Jul 2011 18:14:00 +0000 http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/#comment-82740 What a cool story! How lucky you are to have had that personal time just before Stevie's career took off.  Very GREAT story! What a cool story! How lucky you are to have had that personal time just before Stevie’s career took off.  Very GREAT story!

]]> http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/comment-page-1/#comment-82739 srvfan Sat, 16 Jul 2011 18:11:00 +0000 http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/#comment-82739 I too have an older brother. In fact, he is about 9 years older than me.  Around 1975, he gave me an electric guitar before leaving for the military. I remember I could not wait to come home from school and mess around with it. As the next few years passed, my brother would come home on leave about once a year and he would show me how to play things. One Christmas, he even sent me his large Peavy 212 all tube combo amp. Growing up in East Texas, I was also exposed to a LOT of talented people. As I got older, and into my teenage years, I began playing with other people and found there were a LOT around that played guitar, bass, drums, etc. I learned something from all of them and soon was asked to be in a band. From early on (even before I had touched a guitar), I found a copy of Jimi Hendrix playing at Woodstock on the third record of the soundtrack hidden in parents records. I guess that my older brother had forgotten it when he moved out. Regardless, I claimed it as my own and was totally enthralled in the sounds I heard Jimi make. By 1982, our group would play after school and during the summer. We would drive to larger towns around East Texas and visit music stores and try out new gear until we were told to buy something or leave. One weekend, I was asked to go to Dallas with my friend that played drums to visit his aunt and cousin. I remember that weekend, his cousin drove us all over the Metroplex to large music stores and we were in heaven. We would listen to people jam that we were sure had record deals. Finally, late in the afternoon, we were in North Dallas and I was trying our a used Stratocaster. I was a Les Paul player at that point. I remember I was playing Hey Joe through a Marshall Plexi and just messing around when this guy came up and listened for a minute. He grabbed a guitar and played along and then showed me a little different way to play the walk-up line.  We jammed for just a few minutes and then before I was left, I had to leave quickly. I never really thought much about that afternoon after that, until the next year.  I remember I was at home one Saturday when I heard this pounding at my front door. It was my friend that had taken me to Dallas. He had a copy of Texas Flood that had just been released with him. I told him, yeah, I had been listening to different cuts from Q-102, a radio station from Dallas at night, when I could pick it up. He was like NO!  LOOK! and then turned the album over and sure enough, on the back where there was a real photograph of Stevie Ray Vaughan, I realized what he was talking about, THAT was who had talked to me and showed me that way to play Hey Joe in Dallas that afternoon. Of course, that was all before the internet, before our town had MTV, it was before we had ever been to Austin or San Antonio, or Houston or the number of cities and places that Stevie had been well known for years before his first album was released. I just thought, at that time, that he was a new guy that had gotten a deal. I knew nothing about the years, and years he had played and worked. I also did not know, like me, had an older brother who he hung on every word he said or played on the guitar, who he considered as one of the best players in the world. Later that year, we got to actually see Stevie and D.T. play at this place called The Bronco Bowl in south Dallas. I was totally blown away. While most of my friends were jamming to Judas Priest and Iron Maiden, I found that I was learning as much as I could about the blues and what influenced Stevie Ray Vaughan.  By the time 1987 rolled around, I had followed more in Stevie's footsteps than I really knew at the time. I left East Texas to head out West to try and get away from some developing habits I had. I went to live with my sister. Sadly, within a couple of months, I was 100 times worse than I ever was in Texas. I really did not have to hide my addictions there because my parents were 1300 miles away. I did fly home in the spring of 1988 and when I got off the plane from Dallas into East Texas, my mother walked right passed me as she did not recognize me at all. By later that year, I ended up returning to Texas and met a wonderful girl. I had also cleaned up enough to pass my physical for the military and in 1989, ten days after I was married, I entered the military. By the fall of that year, my new wife and I had been stationed 2400 miles away in North Dakota. In April of 1990, I took her to Bismarck to celebrate our first anniversary and did not realize that same day, Stevie was just about 150 miles east of there in Fargo putting his hands in cement for their Walk Of Fame and playing there the next night. Again, there was no internet and the radio stations did not advertise concerts for Fargo where we were. Sadly the day before my wife's birthday, I was cleaning up from work so that I could take her out to eat. She came into the bedroom with a look on her face that I knew right away, something bad had happened. She had me sit down and then told me that she had just heard on the news about Alpine Valley early that morning and that Stevie was gone. I could not believe it. I had kept up with Stevie but had not seen him play again since Dallas. I had everything he had ever done on tape or CD by that time. I was heart broken. I was discharged in 1992 and when we returned to Texas, within a week, my mother-in-law asked us to visit my wife's sister with her that had just moved to Austin. I jumped at the chance. I remember going with my brother-in-law the night we got there and he took me all over and showed me places that Stevie had played. I met people that knew him when he was very young, and after he "made it" and I came to the conclusion that, the person I met in Dallas WAS how Stevie was. He always had time for people, even in the deepest grips of his addictions. His heart was as big as Texas. I have been to Laureland to see his grave and pay my respects a couple of times. I always leave a guitar pick. As the books and articles and the internet became easier to find information about Stevie, I realized how similar our lives were. I mean, we both had older brothers that got us started on the guitar, we both had to finally realize that we could not just do something we like a little, we have to over-do the things to excess. I have learned more about myself in learning about Stevie. I now have so many different shows that Stevie played and always hear something different in everything he does. I will never stop listening to Stevie and feel that I lost a part of myself on August 27, 1990.  I too have an older brother. In fact, he is about 9 years older than me.  Around 1975, he gave me an electric guitar before leaving for the military. I remember I could not wait to come home from school and mess around with it. As the next few years passed, my brother would come home on leave about once a year and he would show me how to play things. One Christmas, he even sent me his large Peavy 212 all tube combo amp. Growing up in East Texas, I was also exposed to a LOT of talented people. As I got older, and into my teenage years, I began playing with other people and found there were a LOT around that played guitar, bass, drums, etc. I learned something from all of them and soon was asked to be in a band. From early on (even before I had touched a guitar), I found a copy of Jimi Hendrix playing at Woodstock on the third record of the soundtrack hidden in parents records. I guess that my older brother had forgotten it when he moved out. Regardless, I claimed it as my own and was totally enthralled in the sounds I heard Jimi make. By 1982, our group would play after school and during the summer. We would drive to larger towns around East Texas and visit music stores and try out new gear until we were told to buy something or leave. One weekend, I was asked to go to Dallas with my friend that played drums to visit his aunt and cousin. I remember that weekend, his cousin drove us all over the Metroplex to large music stores and we were in heaven. We would listen to people jam that we were sure had record deals. Finally, late in the afternoon, we were in North Dallas and I was trying our a used Stratocaster. I was a Les Paul player at that point. I remember I was playing Hey Joe through a Marshall Plexi and just messing around when this guy came up and listened for a minute. He grabbed a guitar and played along and then showed me a little different way to play the walk-up line.  We jammed for just a few minutes and then before I was left, I had to leave quickly. I never really thought much about that afternoon after that, until the next year.  I remember I was at home one Saturday when I heard this pounding at my front door. It was my friend that had taken me to Dallas. He had a copy of Texas Flood that had just been released with him. I told him, yeah, I had been listening to different cuts from Q-102, a radio station from Dallas at night, when I could pick it up. He was like NO!  LOOK! and then turned the album over and sure enough, on the back where there was a real photograph of Stevie Ray Vaughan, I realized what he was talking about, THAT was who had talked to me and showed me that way to play Hey Joe in Dallas that afternoon. Of course, that was all before the internet, before our town had MTV, it was before we had ever been to Austin or San Antonio, or Houston or the number of cities and places that Stevie had been well known for years before his first album was released. I just thought, at that time, that he was a new guy that had gotten a deal. I knew nothing about the years, and years he had played and worked. I also did not know, like me, had an older brother who he hung on every word he said or played on the guitar, who he considered as one of the best players in the world. Later that year, we got to actually see Stevie and D.T. play at this place called The Bronco Bowl in south Dallas. I was totally blown away. While most of my friends were jamming to Judas Priest and Iron Maiden, I found that I was learning as much as I could about the blues and what influenced Stevie Ray Vaughan.  By the time 1987 rolled around, I had followed more in Stevie’s footsteps than I really knew at the time. I left East Texas to head out West to try and get away from some developing habits I had. I went to live with my sister. Sadly, within a couple of months, I was 100 times worse than I ever was in Texas. I really did not have to hide my addictions there because my parents were 1300 miles away. I did fly home in the spring of 1988 and when I got off the plane from Dallas into East Texas, my mother walked right passed me as she did not recognize me at all. By later that year, I ended up returning to Texas and met a wonderful girl. I had also cleaned up enough to pass my physical for the military and in 1989, ten days after I was married, I entered the military. By the fall of that year, my new wife and I had been stationed 2400 miles away in North Dakota. In April of 1990, I took her to Bismarck to celebrate our first anniversary and did not realize that same day, Stevie was just about 150 miles east of there in Fargo putting his hands in cement for their Walk Of Fame and playing there the next night. Again, there was no internet and the radio stations did not advertise concerts for Fargo where we were. Sadly the day before my wife’s birthday, I was cleaning up from work so that I could take her out to eat. She came into the bedroom with a look on her face that I knew right away, something bad had happened. She had me sit down and then told me that she had just heard on the news about Alpine Valley early that morning and that Stevie was gone. I could not believe it. I had kept up with Stevie but had not seen him play again since Dallas. I had everything he had ever done on tape or CD by that time. I was heart broken. I was discharged in 1992 and when we returned to Texas, within a week, my mother-in-law asked us to visit my wife’s sister with her that had just moved to Austin. I jumped at the chance. I remember going with my brother-in-law the night we got there and he took me all over and showed me places that Stevie had played. I met people that knew him when he was very young, and after he “made it” and I came to the conclusion that, the person I met in Dallas WAS how Stevie was. He always had time for people, even in the deepest grips of his addictions. His heart was as big as Texas. I have been to Laureland to see his grave and pay my respects a couple of times. I always leave a guitar pick. As the books and articles and the internet became easier to find information about Stevie, I realized how similar our lives were. I mean, we both had older brothers that got us started on the guitar, we both had to finally realize that we could not just do something we like a little, we have to over-do the things to excess. I have learned more about myself in learning about Stevie. I now have so many different shows that Stevie played and always hear something different in everything he does. I will never stop listening to Stevie and feel that I lost a part of myself on August 27, 1990. 

]]> http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/comment-page-1/#comment-52883 Brian Thu, 19 Jun 2008 20:23:47 +0000 http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/#comment-52883 I still remember the "RIP Stevie" badges from band camp. SRV is one of my absolute favorite musicians. Your stories only add to the many reasons I like him! I still remember the “RIP Stevie” badges from band camp. SRV is one of my absolute favorite musicians. Your stories only add to the many reasons I like him!

]]> http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/comment-page-1/#comment-40723 Brian Thu, 19 Jun 2008 16:23:47 +0000 http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/#comment-40723 I still remember the "RIP Stevie" badges from band camp. SRV is one of my absolute favorite musicians. Your stories only add to the many reasons I like him! I still remember the “RIP Stevie” badges from band camp. SRV is one of my absolute favorite musicians. Your stories only add to the many reasons I like him!

]]> http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/comment-page-1/#comment-13369 Brian Thu, 19 Jun 2008 15:23:47 +0000 http://popdose.com/basement-songs-tick-tock-by-the-vaughan-brothers/#comment-13369 I still remember the "RIP Stevie" badges from band camp. SRV is one of my absolute favorite musicians. Your stories only add to the many reasons I like him! I still remember the “RIP Stevie” badges from band camp. SRV is one of my absolute favorite musicians. Your stories only add to the many reasons I like him!

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