August 8, 1974:
> President Richard Nixon resigns from office.
and on that day also:
> I broke up with my then girlfriend.
So of course, both events are etched in my memory.
I can't make any comments on Nixon here, do not intend to sound political.
But the ex earlier that year:
"Let's get a pair of motorcycles." "No, I'm a musician, cannot risk any accidents to my hands."
"OK, then let's go skydiving." "No, I'm musician, cannot risk any accidents to my hands."
"OK, then so maybe you could grow a beard."
The musician thing didn't work there, so I grew a beard just to placate her. What a pain, trimming, cleaning, shaving around it, etc. I'm just not a beard kind of guy.
She didn't like my kind of music either. Sabbath, Tull, Crimson, Hendrix, the Doors, just didn't register.
August 9, 1974:
I shaved off the damn beard. What a relief. No beard, hands are fine, and no girlfriend bugging me about stuff best left to the experts.
Yep, this really happened. Those were the days, young and immortal.