Word: woode
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...quickly marches in, Mick Waller at the drums, Jeff Beck prophetically brandishing his guitar. The singer Rod Stewart in burnt sienna flush velours pants that fit tight, an ornate silver cross hanging from his neck, has slender features and a bouffant hair-do and an impish grin. Ron Wood, on bass guitar, stakes out his area and the music flares like a newly struck match. Stewart sings "Rock me baby/Keep-on-rocking-me-baby/ Rock me all night long." Then slowly the lead guitar begins to mold the frantic throbbing sound and it becomes clear that Jeff Beck, ex-Yardbirds, ex-performer for Antonioni...
...finishes his rifls with a triumphant index finger high over his head. He 'plays' a long beep and then a long deep wavering note. Stewart sings slow blues style, "My baby, she knows how to spread her wings." Subterrenean thoughts of rolling thighs float around. Jeff Beck and Ron Wood exchange looks and laugh. Mick Waller keeps slashing at the drums, putting out his sharp rattling rumble. One forgets about the Boston Tea Party's light show, completely absorbed in the actors. Stewart points at Beck saying, 'Just look at him, look at him go'. Jeff Beck is hovering over...
...When he was an infant, William and Mary Thornberry slept in shifts so that one could always keep a vigil beside his cradle, since neither could hear Homer's cries. The family was so poor that when William, a carpenter built a home, the windows were boarded with wood for two years until he could scrape together money for windowpanes...
...California ever becomes a prosperous country, this bay will be the center of its prosperity. The abundance of wood and water, the extreme fertility of its shores, the excellence of its climate, which is as near to being perfect as any in the world, and its facilities for navigation, all fit it for a place of great importance...
...Pittsburgh) by doing odd jobs and tutoring less apt students. Soon after hanging out his shingle, he concluded that there was more money to be made in investment than in litigation. In 1870, he opened his own bank, T. Mellon & Sons. Tall, thin and austere as a Grant Wood painting, he wore high starched collars when lesser men had long since moved to sack suits and button-down collars, read Greek philosophers for pleasure, but calculatingly lunched at the Duquesne Club to discuss the mortgage market...