I accomplished my strength swim this morning (3500m) and the only other plan is for nice, leisurely yoga session this evening.  In between those workouts today, on my lunchtime of course, is my daily core session (Day 74).  And today that session is set to the ‘Everyone’s Gone to the Moon (And Other Trips)‘  by The T-Bones.


Sadly, this has nothing to do with Tommy Lee.

Sorry, ladies.

I actually took a bit of a flyer on this album as it depicts a lunar module on the front cover so I thought that maybe, just maybe it might be a Space Age Exotic album.

It’s not.

As it turns out, The T-Bones themselves were a Liberty Records recording group from 1963 – 1966.  The studio recordings of all of their albums were done by the infamous American session musicians, The Wrecking Crew (you should definitely know who these guys and gals are seeing as how without them, we would have half as many classic albums from the 60’s and 70’s that we do).  Unfortunately though, this is  that last album so it doesn’t even have that going for it.


Oh, and don’t confuse them with the British mid-1960’s band of the same name because you will also be disappointed.

What I’m really perplexed about is why the band decided to picture themselves on the back of the album posing around a steel drum when there’s not a single steel drum on the entire fucking album.



This album was released in 1966 and it a terrible collection of cover songs and instead of joining the Space Age Exotica collection, it’s going straight into the ‘ol Cornball collection of albums instead.


About crazytigerrabbitman

I am a fat guy and always will be in the same way they say that “once an alcoholic; always an alcoholic”. Eventually I got upset about my poor health and ballooning body frame so I decided to change things for the better. Some people sign up for Weight Watchers, Jenny Craig, or whatever fad diet program it is that happens to be occupying the majority of air time on the boob tube. Other people prefer to run out and purchase the latest, fold away, piece of shit being hawked by some celebrity has-been. Me? I decided to take up triathlon. I had abused my body over the years with bacon cheeseburgers, pints of beer and double-dipped donuts, and the time had now come to abuse my body with physical exertion, perseverance and hard work instead; penitence in it's purest form. The time had come to kick my ass. I am Terry Nash and I am the “fat and the furious”.
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