Perhaps the problem is in the thinking that there is a correct way of doing something. Like most things in life ‘correct‘ martial arts techniques fall on a wide spectrum. Our training and honing of our skills is an attempt to narrow that spectrum.
I honestly only found out who the big guy was 30 years later.Way to bury the lede there, WWG!
That's interesting. I had no idea what the principle was behind a so-called 'blood choke'. I've certainly applied a few of them, and I've been choked out for real in training. My instructor told me to hold my hands shoulder-width apart and clap my hands when I felt myself going out. I woke up and he was asking me why I didn't clap my hands. Uh, I don't know, I just went to sleep. It was that fast.
I have no idea, I just remember thinking wow, that was JCVD that just got the snot knocked out of him! We also ran into Lyle Alzedo that night near the Whiskey a go go. Mr. Alzedo was incredibly friendly and we even told him the story of JCVD.
I've been to the Whiskey. Saw the Go-Go's once and Black Flag once. Never met anyone famous there.
Black flag at the whiskey! What year? Love me some Black Flag!
1981. I'm old.
Wow! Nice! Last Black Flag show for me was 1984? At South High on a Saturday, they just showed up in a van and plugged into the stage on the Quad. It lasted 45 minutes before cops shut it down. I was lucky in that my friend had older brothers that were in the L.A. scene and they took us every gig they went to.
I was stationed at Camp Pendleton from 81 to 83, when I was sent to Okinawa. I used to listen to Rodney on the ROQ on KROQ and read Flipside Fanzine and I hung around punk and ska shows in SoCal whenever I could. Usually between San Diego and LA. I gave some serious thought to remaining in SoCal when I got out instead of returning home to Denver in 84, but in the end, I went home. I was very fortunate; SoCal was really a scene back then, and my USMC haircut and boondockers had me mistaken for a skinhead most places (back before skinheads were considered racist).
Agree! Fighting is fun.
Did you ever go to Fenders Ballroom in Long Beach? That was my primary spot to see shows back then.
I know what you mean, I hesitate to talk about the “skinhead” of days gone by because people equate it to racism, not knowing the history of the term/style/movement. When I was a kid, the skinheads were kinda like the cops of the punk scene. You don’t mess with them, they like to fight, they are nice to girls and kids, and they give the best lifts for crowd surfing. In the L.A. scene at least there were lots of non white skin heads. They kept the jocks and long hairs out of the scene. When I was growing up most of the punks and skinheads only listened to punk live, it was reggae that everyone listened to on vinyl or cassette.
Is there a correct way to eat a mars bar? Hmm? Something tells me…
So I have absolutely no idea what you could possibly mean when you say this.Way to bury the lede there, WWG!
There are a range of acceptable ways of eating Mars Bars😑
It means that you were being sly by leaving the key point of the story to the end. Apologies for the lame attempt at humour.
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Oh I know I was just kidding around like I’m innocent. Same apologies here.It means that you were being sly by leaving the key point of the story to the end. Apologies for the lame attempt at humour.
Why Do We 'Bury the Lede?'
We buried 'lead' so far down that we forgot how to spell it
How bout fork and knife with a napkin vs. licking melted chocolate off the fingers?
I just had some Indian white chocolate, complete with almond and pistachio layers.
What is white chocolate? I haven’t a clue.
