It's also possible to make new acquaintances and even make new friends through e-mail, and I would like to share with the readers one such person I have established a relationship with over the past year.
This person is someone I first saw over forty years ago, and I've known his name for almost that long, but we've never met (and still haven't, actually).
When I went to high school back in the 1960s, my friends and I, along with hundreds of other area teenagers, made frequent trips to the old Cobblestone Ballroom in Storm Lake for weekend dances. We especially liked to go every fourth Sunday, when the Rumbles, from Council Bluffs-Omaha, would play. Besides enjoying their music, we were in a rock-and-roll group ourselves, and we took note of the latest songs they were playing, and often tried to figure out the guitar chords of the song in question- sometimes successfully, sometimes not. If successful, these tunes often made it into our repertoire as well.
The Rumbles not only kept up with the "Top 40," frequently they would play something we'd never heard. The Box Tops' "The Letter" was one tune I heard for the first time at a performance by the Rumbles, as were "I Can't Let Go" and "I'm Alive" by the Hollies, to name just a few. Good times.
Anyway, to cut to the chase, the Rumbles are still an active group and, of course, played in Cherokee within the last year. Only one member of the original group, drummer Steve Hough, is still playing with the group , and he has also served as the group's manager for several years now.
Bud and I have subsequently exchanged numerous e-mail correspondence over the past few months, and he has shared some of his stories about playing with the Rumbles. He also, for the record, thought "The Rudabaga Bunch," the name of the group in which I played, was a "neat" name. Go figure. I sent him a bunch of Rumbles CDs, and he thanked me with the comment, "I didn't realize we actually made some decent records." Bud is still playing some bass occasionally and currently is in a duo with a female singer. They recently added a drummer, which has necessitated more rehearsals, something Phillips, in his mid-60s, is not crazy about. He notes in his most recent e-mail that he intended to "semi-retire" from his job last year, but didn't get that accomplished, and now finds himself busier than ever with work, music, and moving into the new home he and his wife Marj recently purchased. He notes that they are currently finishing the previously-unfinished basement.
Bottom line - sometimes, if you ask "whatever happened to ...," you might just find out - AND it might not necessarily be a bad thing. Of course, my new "Bud" might not agree...