Hello Ancestors. Stereo From Ninth Grade. Sound Design.

Hello my future ancestor's. This is your great, great, great grand pappy Dr Zibbs. I see you've found my blog.... Step inside and find out who I was. Or perhaps you're about to have me regenerated and you want to learn a bit about me so you can have something to talk about when I come to? Is that it?

Wouldn't that be great if you found stuff that your great, great, great grand pappy wrote? Well mine will know me because I might have my blog address written on my tombstone so all my future relatives that mourn can see what I was all about. Not really. I'm being cremated. Not sure if I'll get a tombstone. Come to think about it I probably should. Maybe I'll have a monitor on it that flashes my hundreds of blog posts up so people walking by can read it. ...Hey! get back to work groundskeeper and stop reading my blog!

So I think I'm going to start mixing in things from my past for the people of the future to see. So they can see how I lived. And how I played.

Like for example that stereo above? That's the exact stereo I got in ninth grade. The brand is a Sound Design. It was the most expensive stereo in 1979. OK not really. I was kind of embarrassed by the name of it but it did rock.

How do you people of the future listen to your music? 

Clash. London Calling Jimmy Jazz. Punk Songs.

Does anyone listen to WXPN? It's a alternative Philly station but it's also played in other markets.

Anyways, they're going to be featuring punk music all month long. Sweet.

I think I'll write a post and list my favorite albums of all time but I'll let you know one of them now. The Clash's London Calling. It came out when I was in 9th grade and I can still listen to every song today and love it. Of course back in the day I had it on vinyl and on cassette tape. Crappy, scratchy, gets eaten by your cassette player cassette tape.

And of course I had my trusty cassette tape carrying case. Remember those things? I just threw mine out a few years ago. It was hard to let go.

So in memorial of my cassette tape case, lets celebrate by listening to The Clash doing Jimmy Jazz live. Crank it up beotch!

Another Concert I Saw - Tom Petty

In my series of posting concerts I've been to, this was my second concert -Tom Petty in 1979 (Cheap Trick was my first). It was on the Damn the Torpedoes Tour and I saw him at the Spectrum in Philly. The opening band was TKO. Here's a video of him singing American Girl in 1978.

Lions Share Restaurant - Lionville's True Horror Story

Forget about ghosts in Chester County restaurants - which one DOESN'T claim to be haunted? If you really want to hear about true horror, it happened at Lionville's Lions Share Restaurant in 1979 - and goes a little like this:

I was dish washing Friday night at the Lions Share when Gus the manager came back and said, "Zibbs, we've got a situation in the men's room near room four. Go take care of it."

So I walk back past the Friday night diners eating their clams casino and enter the bathroom. I slowly open the stall and there it was. It looked like a the site of the Manson murders. Someone had entered the men's stall and had explosive diarrhea not just on the floor, but on all four walls and - yes - somehow - the ceiling. It was like being the first on the scene of a terrible, terrible car accident. Do I run? Do I scream? Do I call a priest? The coverage of the stall was like someone filled a pinata up with shit and hit it with a baseball bat. Except this was 1979 and anything to do with the Mexican culture wouldn't be seen in these parts for at least 5 years. I believes someone just had a night that they shall never forget. And for how unbelievable the scene was, there was also something that stood out as very,very odd - behind the toilet a pair of underwear was stuffed - almost as if someone was trying to hide some evidence.

"As I tried to imagine the panic on the person as this was happening, I walked quickly back through the diners and into the kitchen. This had to be shared, "Eric, you're not going to believe what just happened in the bathroom!"

"What? What?"

"Ohhh man - It can't be described - it can only be experienced. Follow me!"

With our food covered aprons, we walked through the dining rooms back to the scene of the crime. We were always instructed to keep our voices down when we walked through the rooms but it was impossible for Eric, "What is it? What is it?"

We walked in the door, I opened the stall and causually asked, "And what is the meaning of this?"

Eric saw the scene and just started screaming and laughing, "WHAT THE HELL IS THIS! OH MY GOD...AHHHHHH...WHAAAAA!!"

I let him peak with his laughter then said, "And there's a little present right behind the bowl - look behind the toilet". That's when Eric almost died of laughter/delight/horror. "And Gus wants you to clean it up."

"AHHHH..HAHAHA...WHATTTTT? ..THERE IS NO WAY....WHAHAAA!"

We walked back into the kitchen and basically ignored Gus's request to clean up the God awful scene. He later cleaned it as we walked through every detail of how the scene 'went down'. There were so many questions:

- Was it someone on a first date?

- Was it food related?

- Did the guy think by hiding the underwear behind the toilet it would make the covered stall go away- like a 3 year old covering their eyes and saying ,'you can't see me'?

- Was a window escape attempted?

- Did the guy innocently walk out of the bathroom after cleaning up? If so, did he calmly sit down as if nothing happened or was it SO obvious that a diner at another table asked, 'Sir, you obviously shit all over the stall in that bathroom - are you going to do the honorable thing and tell the management so they can get a dishwasher in there to clean it up?"

I know the person responsible for this may still live in Chester County. Perhaps they've even moved. What I'm trying to get to is this - YOU NEED TO COME FORWARD. My innocence was lost that day and if you can make yourself known, answer my questions and endure what I promise will be a very short and respectful press conference, I will not have to hold a contest asking locals to hunt you down. So please, if you don't want to open the The Daily Local News and read "Lions Share Men's Room Violator Hunt Continues- DAY 45" in the upper left corner, then please contact me. My hunt will never end for you.

God Bless.