Untold Story
Fabulous Thunderbirds
"Dancing With Mr. D" lyrics:
Lord, I was dancin', dancin', dancin' so free,
dancin', dancin', dancin' so free.
Dancin', Lord, keep your hand off me,
dancin' with Mister D., with Mister D., with Mister D
.By
1983 - I had spent three years dancin' with a spirit from the beyond. I used to
call on for a moment and take off to find a club. I would dance alone on the
dance floor for a number and then leave. In 1983, Samantha told me {in dreams}
that her spirit was moving on. She had things to do and could no longer come to
me as she had in the past. I asked for one last dance before she went on to
other things. Her laughing spirit said I wasn't going to have her spirit to drag
down on again. I was constantly asking her spirit to come and dance with me in
the clubs. She told me it dragged her down from the heights of where she soared
on the other side.
"I got to call on you one last time then Darling. One
last final dance before you go off dancing your own way. Until we met again type
of dance. One more and this time, lets make it unforgettable. One to remember
you by."
I heard the "Fabulous Thunderbirds" were coming to the Brady Theater. That was
the venue and I told her spirit we had to dance at their show. One of their
songs reminded me of her. It had on hell of a mean harmonica solo in the middle
of the song. I could dance to a harmonica solo -- like a wild man with a passion
on fire.
Oh she's tuff
And that's tuff enuff
Oooo, she's tuff
My baby's tuff, she ruff and tuff
She walk past a clock, the clock won't tell time
She walk through the college, professor lose his mind
Cause she's tuff
And that's tuff enuff
My baby's tuff, she ruff and tuff
Fabulous Thunderbirds
When me and my friends got to the theater - I was looking for a spot to dance.
There was upper balcony's. No one was in the upper regions. When I started
climbing the stairs, I could feel the presence of her spirit with me.
Anticipation and excitement came over me.
"Hot damn -- this is
going to be good."
I noticed stairs leading off to the left. They lead to a spot over the stage. The stage looked like a table top. The band was underneath jamming and there was this big open area above their stage below. I climbed right on top like I owned the joint and my feet started moving. They never stopped until the last beat was done. I danced the night away on top of the Thunderbirds. I had the audience out before me and the band below me. In my mind, it was as if they come to town by special request -- just to sing and play for me and Samantha. And we party'd hard and heavy that night. I could look down and see security. They never bothered me. I thought they would come and chase me off after a couple of numbers. No one ever came. I had the whole upper stage to myself the whole night. It was great. Every time there was applause - I would take a bow. It was as if the whole thing was for me. I was a star up in the heavens shinning with Samantha.
After the show -- I took off and
found a back exit and fire escape. People were running after me. I didn't know
if it was because I went through the fire exit or what. I ran to the car and hid
out until my friends came. They told me that everyone around them was watching
me as much as, or more so than the band. My friend told me that people thought
Michael Jackson was on the table top stage and had snuck into the show. I did
wear dark shades back then. My hair was long. It was dark and no lights were
shinning on me. I was wearing a blue jacket sort of in style with Michael at the
time. My friends said they knew who it was and at first were sort of
embarrassed. They thought I was going to make an ass out of myself. When they
saw me doing my thing, they started spreading and encouraging the rumor.
(Yeah -- that is Michael. I heard he was in town. Didn’t expect him to show up
here. No mistake about it. That is Michael. OH MY GAWD --- MICHEAL - MICHEAL.
COME DANCE WITH ME AFTER THE SHOW MICHEAL!)
My friends were just as crazy as I was back then.
People were running around after the show looking for Michael Jackson. I was ducked down in the back seat of the car and heard people shouting out for Michael. I told my friends to get me the hell out of there. If people found out differently --I thought they would tear me apart. All my other friends had heard me talking about my excitement of attending the Thunderbirds show. They started hearing those damn rumors days after the show.
"I heard Michael Jackson showed up at the show. Did you see him?"
My response was,
"Hell no. If I would have seen him -- I would have kicked him in his ass. That fool can’t dance. A cheap imitation of me maybe -- but not the real thing."
I was joking with them trying to tell them that it was me -- but I was afraid the rumors would catch up with me, and I would get kicked in my ass for imitating him. The funny thing for me was, I wasn’t even trying to imitate him. If anyone I was trying to emulate Mick Jagger.
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