Welcome to the Thurston man-cave, where things go better with rum and coke. About now you should be hearing "In Her Arms," a tune I wrote for my Vicki. Call me sentimental, but you know I'm earning serious doghouse points by: (a) writing a song dedicated to my wife, (b) posting it on the internet for the world to hear, and (c) enshrining it in the sacred man-cave, of all places. Some of the guys in the band say they've lately been getting more than the usual amount of grief from their wives -- stuff like: "Why have you never written a song for me? Ted Padley wrote a song for his wife. Why can't you be more like Ted?" Sorry guys, but it's not something you can teach...
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Elwood Padley, circa 1985. Jake had consumed one too many rum and cokes, and fell flat on his face in the middle of a handspring...
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A tough job, but somebody had to do it: Working Club Med with Lyle Waggoner from the Carol Burnett show. I was 14 at the time.
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Reagan had the night off. This was the scene of an epic drum duel between Mark Steacy of Killing Time and Jerry Mercer of April Wine. Jerry won.
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Helping out at Kingston General Hospital. One of our first gigs.
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Special thanks to Matthew Woodward for his time and his extraordinary talents on my song "In Her Arms."
Thanks to my band "Killing Time" for their help in making me a better musician.
To Simon and Denise who keep my hours happy.
To Gina-Rae, who reminds me every day that I am loved.
To Vicki -- my love, my life, my song.
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