SPINADELIC

Description: Harmonic at the ready. Dressed in formal wear. Ready to rip the wallpaper off the ceiling with his powerful voice.

Description: Boston's ballpark is a history museum and a great venue for a game. This should be the model for all stadiums.

Description: Late night headphone brain expanding session. Blurring the line between dreams and art. Classic albums: Coltrane, Earth Wind & Fire, Joni, Fleetwood Mac, Howlin' Wolf, the list goes on....

Description: Rollie could put out a fire and he did it with a waxed mustache. And in polyester.

Description: Could have played any sport but man did he play some baseball! Hall of Famer.

Description: Hard-nosed catcher during the Yankees 70s "Bronx is Burning" phase.

Description: The Cobra! Man, this guy could rake. I love watching him play. Also loved how the Pirates took their uniforms out there in the age of polyester.

Description: Polyester and mustaches and thick hair showed up in baseball about 5 years after they were popularized in other forms of entertainment. Rollie Fingers and his Snidely Whiplash waxed stache, Dave Parker and what was at that time a deep beard, Thurman probably just didn't enjoy getting a haircut or shaving. And I found one photo of Winfield with the sharp razor sideburns and went with it.

Description: This was offered by a waggish sorority girl I knew to describe a common surface interaction with a girl you ran into. And it's kinda perfect. You can say this really fast and you will get better at it.

Description: Mainly used to urge your fellow gamers to go forward what the heck why not?!? So we use this phrase in all realms now. Because a flaky, soft biscuit is just fun.

Description: How long could you think about which t-shirt to wear? How many did you have to choose from? What were you trying to say? How clean were these candidates??

Description: This is the oldest of the old school lunchroom beverages. Cost a nickel for a second one. Sometimes I'd drink two of these real fast and that would be my lunch.

Description: We took the Wrigley Field tour and got to go down in right field and hang out on the warning track. You are told not to touch the ivy. But if it's trimming day you can take some clippings home. Which of course we did.

Description: When I haven't been there for a while it still takes my breath away to wander up to the first glimpse of the Wrigley Field interior. The sun, the green, the ivy, the brick, the stands, the rooftops. It's astoundingly beautiful.

Description: Zydeco legend, pioneer. Who says accordions are not cool?

Description: Truly unique voice. Monk made everyone think his way about his music. Angular. Mysterious. Dissonant. Beautiful, but in a different way.

Description: The shop that Soul Brother Records label ran, in Little Rock, Arkansas. Kind of a kissing cousin of Stax. I took a photo of the old abandoned record shop a while back. The building was soon torn down.

Description: I mean what else can you say? Tex-Mex takes over and we all love it.

Description: Resting on his haunches, wiping the accumulated sweat from his brow while holding his cowboy hat the Fort Worth denizen appreciates the crispness of the new duds he purchased at the stockyards.

Description: Delta tamales are a bit different from Tex-Mex ones. I like both. Barq's is the perfect beverage to go with a plateful.

Description: High atop the SoHo cityscape the angle of the sun lights up a facet of a grand old building.

Description: A certain El Camino wheels into a stall and the conversations all swivel to accommodate the new circumstance. The unflattering lighting at the hot spot adds to the drama.

Description: Which is to imply that you have been BURNED. That's where that came from. Almost forget that.

Description: I used to make lunch out of a couple of quickly downed school cafeteria milk cartons. Because most days the food was terrible. Except for the "wacky cake."

Description: It's a tourist experience. Love it or don't. You can ride a bull. Well, sit on a bull. And buy stuff like cowboy boots.

Description: You know you're going different directions after high school. At what point do you face up to this? Summer after graduation? Thanksgiving freshman year? Ever?

Description: Not a threat. More of a promise. Chocolate is more than just something you eat sometimes. Way more. OK?

Description: Summer's shadow go long but you've got Grand Funk to master for the unalloyed appreciation of the entire neighborhood. Right? Bass, drums, guitar and keyboards. Power chords bouncing off the hard surfaces.

Description: If only something at all was going on Saturday night but no so pulling into Sonic Drive-in and talking about how nothing is going on will be it. And there's a mysterious new El Camino.

Description: Patrol Sonic Drive-in. Get some scratch in front of the High School. The El Camino ignited the fervid imaginations of 70s teens with reckless abandon. And you could move some stuff.

Description: Downtown New York. Scribbled love against red brick. Some architectural flourishes.

Description: I find the heart and arrows on the side of a large old brick building strangely evocative. The morning glow reflected in the windows. The shades of red. The stern warning on the curb.

Description: Nineteen fifties lineman ready to do his bit in whatever play is called. The lack of a protective bar on the helmet would prove to be important.

Description: Late 60s guys busting out of the everyday to travel somewhere maybe even on a jet plane. All dudded up or all duded up?

Description: Legendary jazz guitarist Pay Metheny has brought new colors to music, with structures and harmonies that spring from his personal guitar sound.

Description: Right-handed fielders glove. Smell the leather. Hear the satisfying thud of the ball hitting the pocket.