My father and my sister have birthdays at around the same time, so sometimes we do a joint party. When I was ten, I looked for hours for the two of them, and finally came home with what I thought were perfect presents. My dad, ever gracious, hung the "BARTMAN" poster in his bedroom until we moved. My sister, having moved out of the house by this time, was under no similar obligation regarding her identical BARTMAN poster...
Oh crap, you know I must have been drinking when I saw this thread the first time. I thought Moody posted about giving "dad gifts" - boy, do I feel silly now.
Wehn I was 22, my mother gave me a pair of slacks that were sky blue and had an elastic waist. It was 1994. I have no idea what she might have been thinking, but thankfully they still had tags.
The worst gift I ever gave was probably a King Creole & the Coconuts CD. It had a song on it by Prince, and I figured my brother would like it. It was utter crap, which I discovered when he regifted it to me the following year.
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
--William Shakespeare
Noise, the record may have been crap, but I must note that back in 82 or 83 (the dates are fuzzy way back then), I spent New Year's Eve in the old Ritz in the company of the Kid and his merry band and it was the best party I ever attended. So, the records may have been crap, but they was funky.
No, I liked Kid Creole & the Coconuts. "Endicott" and "My Male Curiosity" are great tunes. But this album was the one with which they jumped the shark. It was 1988, if that helps explain anything.
"There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy."
--William Shakespeare
Yes, I do remember those tunes. There was also one about Gina or was it Tina and the ski instructor. Great stuff. Campy but funky. The other day i got this old documentary starring Basquiat about downtown NYC in the 80s and lo and behold there's footage of the Cocoanuts doing their thing. Totally unexpected and frighteningly nostalgic. Sadly, everyone jumps the shark, Noise.