One of the more memorable "hoot happenings" occurred in the Fall of 1958, at Almar Lanczos's home in North Seattle. For those who were'nt privy, every Saturday night was 'hoot' night at Almars, wether he was home or not! (some of the best hoots happened when he was out of town, but that's another tale). This story tells a lot about my friend Don Firth ... I really should call him and tell him that I started this post! Anyway, for about four months straight, there was this one beautiful girl that used to show up for every hoot. Almar's house was only about a mile from the U. of W. campus, so there was always a bevy of beauties about. For the life of me, I can't remember her name, but I can still picture her, sitting in the corner, leaning against the wall, always requesting that Don sing "Greensleeves." She must have been in her romantic period, because that's all she requested. Finally Don, who always did the best performance of Greensleves, complete with full classical guitar accompaniment, had had enough. This particuliar night, with NO WARNING, he launched into "GREENSLEEVES." The talking blues version, full bass runs on the guitar ala the talking union blues style.
Alas my love you do me wrong,br> to treat me so discourtesly
(try it, it really works well). After this shocker, the poor girl stood up, tossed her hair, and without a 'fair thee well', left. We never saw her again. Now THAT was a magical moment. Later that evening I talked with Don about it. He simply said, "I was tired of the song." CHEERS, Bob