If Ed was your neighbor...

pjten77

If Ed were my neighbour I'd kindly ask if he wanted to go halves on a "pot" garden....of course after getting to know him a little better.

Mrs.Vedder78

Eliot Rosewater wrote:

If Ed were my neighbor I'd ask him how he sleeps at night charging $47.50 for a fucking lighter.

LMAO!!!!

U R A Crazy Breed

pjten77 wrote:

If Ed were my neighbour I'd kindly ask if he wanted to go halves on a "pot" garden.

screw Ed,I'm moving next to this guy!

michaeljamesmccabe

SDHSClassof82 wrote:

That was actually a very cool, well thought out answer.

I'm a huge fan of George Harrison. Mainly by concidence, in 1989, I ending living a few yards down the road from Friar Park, his estate in Henley-on-Thames, England. It's a small town, and everyone treated him like a regular guy. He was out and about a lot in shops and restaurants, went to local events. Since he was a notoriously private person, I never wanted to bug him, but always wanted a chance to have a real conversation with him.

After several months, I ran into him on the street while I was walking my housemate's dog. He admired the irish setter and we chatted for a few minutes. He was warm and friendly and asked if his son (age 11) and friends skateboarding in front of my house was "a bother". I was doing pretty good at being calm in front of my hero, but that blew me away. The kids weren't skateboarding that particular day and we weren't standing in front of my house. So then I knew... the lead guitarist of The Beatles knew me by sight and thought of me as a neighbor. Holy shit... I'm a grown up, he's a human just like anyone, it shouldn't really be that thrilling. But, oh my god, it was. I never did tell him how much I appreciated his music, but that's okay.

Wow! That is awesome! Great little story there.

It's important to remember that these guys are just regular people. But, it would be pretty overwhelming when someone that significant is right there in front of you in normal everyday life. Sounds like you handled it quite well!

Spunkie

jorgems wrote:

And you needed some lemons or a pair of eggs, would you knock on his door and just ask?

If he was practicing guitar in his backyard and was too loud, would you ask him to keep it down?

I always wonder these kind of things...

I'd def. ask him for some eggs.

Spunkie

Eliot Rosewater wrote:

If Ed were my neighbor I'd ask him how he sleeps at night charging $47.50 for a fucking lighter.

Serious? What a scam. Oh wait. Nevermind. I may see part of that profit.

zenith

id make sure i was the one who organised the annual street Christmas party, and personally hand out the invitations


edit : and i might even be so bold as to ask ed to play the role of santa

Purple Puppy

Eliot Rosewater wrote:

If Ed were my neighbor I'd ask him how he sleeps at night charging $47.50 for a fucking lighter.

I think 4750 is their P.O. Box #.

You were a houseboat.
I was on land.
I sold my soul to uncle sam.
You mourned me and let go.
I saw your music smile.
While riding my bike go by.
On that miracle mile.
You planted flowers next door.
Wow my hands say.
I'm not afraid of my hands.
Never heard a word.
But I felt it be assured.
I almost jumped over.
To Stone's boundaries.
Walked a pizza over in the rain.
Took it back in dire.
Play guitar without seize.
You were a houseboat.
I was land.
Land your parachute.
On my hand.
I've grown too big.
For toxicity.
And overwhelmed.
By the by.
And Azlan.
Milking the conceit of the rain.
Jurisdiction of my pain.
I was careful with my tools.
You were full of surrendering youth.
Not to call you fools.
Letting you drink vermouth.
If it will only soothe.
The best I can do.
Not to talk to you.
You didn't talk to me either.
But I am not a griever.
You seem like a seether.
And I am a river.
You are the giver.
And I am a mountain.
This time.
I am the giver.
And you are the mountain.
I am MacGyver.
And you are without sin.
Straight from the Bible.
You are that rocks in.
I hope this helps.
From my twin.
The nervous hell.
That lets in.
I'm growing up.
Who wants to swim?
I'm giving up.
Who bears a wing?
You old man's soul.
I was a lad.
Bearing gifts.
From Gallahad.
Yo, I'm not a troll.
Or in demand.
The gobi desert.
Is made of sand.
I am too.
A crying man.

catwoman

SDHSClassof82 wrote:

That was actually a very cool, well thought out answer.

I'm a huge fan of George Harrison. Mainly by concidence, in 1989, I ending living a few yards down the road from Friar Park, his estate in Henley-on-Thames, England. It's a small town, and everyone treated him like a regular guy. He was out and about a lot in shops and restaurants, went to local events. Since he was a notoriously private person, I never wanted to bug him, but always wanted a chance to have a real conversation with him.

After several months, I ran into him on the street while I was walking my housemate's dog. He admired the irish setter and we chatted for a few minutes. He was warm and friendly and asked if his son (age 11) and friends skateboarding in front of my house was "a bother". I was doing pretty good at being calm in front of my hero, but that blew me away. The kids weren't skateboarding that particular day and we weren't standing in front of my house. So then I knew... the lead guitarist of The Beatles knew me by sight and thought of me as a neighbor. Holy shit... I'm a grown up, he's a human just like anyone, it shouldn't really be that thrilling. But, oh my god, it was. I never did tell him how much I appreciated his music, but that's okay.

That is so cool!!! Thanks for sharing. I think George definitely handled the post-Beatles years with a lot of grace. He did an interview a couple of years before his death where he talked about his philosophy on life -- he was so peaceful. I'm sure he knew you appreciated his music without you having to tell him, and he probably really appreciated you treating him as a fellow human being. Really -- this story has just made my day.

catwoman

Crazy Breed wrote:

screw Ed,I'm moving next to this guy!

And you have given me my laugh for the day!

iluvcats

if eddie were my neighbor, I guess I would not see him much, he seems to be a busy man



but when he's home, I would try to not look at him (too good looking)

drummerboy_73

I'd watch for him to leave his house, and every time he walked out the front door, I'd hit him with a quarter...

CHANGEinWAVES

drummerboy_73 wrote:

I'd watch for him to leave his house, and every time he walked out the front door, I'd hit him with a quarter...

triangleman12

I'd steal his parking spot!

3inputchick

God willing Ed would walk around shirtless and play the bongos naked like Matthew McConaughey. Matt seems like the perfect neighbor, sorry Ed.

IamMine

Thanks for the laughs! I totally forgot about that movie, Tom K - great pick!

And for the cool story by SDHSClassof82! Wow. You handled that pretty well!

I only get a few PJ dreams but last year or so, I had a dream that eV and his better half were in our house.

We do smoke but not in the house.

Ed was laying on our bed watching a game on our TV, smoking.

I totally flipped on him, yelling at him for smoking and to get the hell off our bed!

My hubby was standing in the garage with the doors open (our garage is attached to a pastry room which is now our music room and then our bedroom) looking dumbfounded and gave me the "what the fuck is wrong with you" look.

I said what?! You know better than that to allow someone to smoke in our house!!

I looked at EV and pointed at the garage.


Ha...if he were my neighbor, I'd give him the O_o look and say "In the garage, ed, in the garage!" and go Geez!

odie

SOLAT319 wrote:

Homewreckers :-P

I wouldn't do it on purpose he would look into my eyes and fall madly deaply in love right on that very moment...I wouldn't be able to help it, and nothing I can do about it...sorry

PureandEasy

SDHSClassof82 wrote:

That was actually a very cool, well thought out answer.

I'm a huge fan of George Harrison. Mainly by concidence, in 1989, I ending living a few yards down the road from Friar Park, his estate in Henley-on-Thames, England. It's a small town, and everyone treated him like a regular guy. He was out and about a lot in shops and restaurants, went to local events. Since he was a notoriously private person, I never wanted to bug him, but always wanted a chance to have a real conversation with him.

After several months, I ran into him on the street while I was walking my housemate's dog. He admired the irish setter and we chatted for a few minutes. He was warm and friendly and asked if his son (age 11) and friends skateboarding in front of my house was "a bother". I was doing pretty good at being calm in front of my hero, but that blew me away. The kids weren't skateboarding that particular day and we weren't standing in front of my house. So then I knew... the lead guitarist of The Beatles knew me by sight and thought of me as a neighbor. Holy shit... I'm a grown up, he's a human just like anyone, it shouldn't really be that thrilling. But, oh my god, it was. I never did tell him how much I appreciated his music, but that's okay.

what a nice story, thanks for that

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odie wrote:

I wouldn't do it on purpose he would look into my eyes and fall madly deaply in love right on that very moment...I wouldn't be able to help it, and nothing I can do about it...sorry

you mean after he turns to Stone?

URthekey

I'd start undressing with the lights on and the blinds open.