STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA UNEDITED



Come Sail with The Philly Captain as he goes for a scoot on Friday Night January 20 2023 #philadelphia #phillycaptain #pov

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23 thoughts on “STREETS OF PHILADELPHIA UNEDITED”

  1. funny you mention your old roommates dad went to high school with him…a guy i work with said his dad went to high school with jerry too…also..jerry was on an episode of the monkees tv show back in 68 or so

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  2. Hey PHILLY CAPTAIN, great night scoot ride video along Del Ave. including a brief tribute to late PHILA great DJ The Geator JERRY BLAVAT.. Great wkd, GO WINGS & EAGLES..TOODLES…

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  3. Hey Captain, short story here. I came across your videos somehow and after a few videos, I was saying I recognize this guy from somewhere, but I couldn’t place it. Then one video you showed a younger pic of yourself and I was sure I knew you somehow, if only briefly. Then one video low & behold you said you were in a punk rock band called Public Urination…..that is where I know you. My buddy from H.S Sharkey is his last name was friends with I believe your guitar player Don from Clifton Heights. I was helping him make silk screen shirts in his basement back in the day. I was def at a few punk shows with you either at The First Unitarian, Stalag 13 or The Killtime who knows. Small world, keep up the good work!

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  4. I pulled records for Jerry Blavat, as did my uncle 2 decades before me.

    Jerry trained me to spin records, entertain people, and especially, know my Music! He'd scream, "Goddamnit Chrisy, look at that f#@&in record, not me, the record."

    He was the only person I ever saw, read the grooves, and visually cue up a record. No headphones, and hit his mark every time.

    Because he would yell at me to look at that record, when I hear certain songs play on the radio, I can see the record spinning in my minds eye, and I can slow down and stop that record, and read the label letter for letter!

    Thank you big boss and I hope you're spinning that hot sauce in heaven.

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