The Intruders ca.1965from left to right:
Tommy, Billy, Rick, Dino and Richie
posted by wild injun @ 7:25 AM
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Tom's Place
This is a site for the family and friends of Tom Sheehan.
Sunday, January 08, 2006
The Intruders ca.1965
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...I started hanging out around the band. I went up to Richie’s (later Richie Knight) where The Intruders practiced and I was astonished to see all this going on in the front room: all the wires and amps and the spastic confusion of working all the tunes out. I just sat in the sunny Park Slope window sill and hoped it was OK for me to be there.
My dear, talented brother Thomas was also the first bass player in the original, East Coast configuration of Sweet Chops. First as Dave said in a previous comment he played guitar--I taught him--BUT one day he showed me how he had figured out the notes of the bass part for "No Particular Place To Go"-Chuck Berry.
He bought a Hagstrom bass and joined The Intruders.
I sure hope Richard will revisit Tom's Place. He helped the West Coast configuration of Sweet Chops very much.
Love to Thomas and to all of you
Gregg
Wow, look at those guys. Professional. The Intruders. I sat on the fourth floor and the Stones would form and then the Who and sometimes the Beatles and more. Tom would sometimes have a little tantrum and rant a bit and leave. Mostly they would laugh a lot. Amps up four flights and then down and into a Checker Cab. Off to the show. Nothing was too much, no waether was too bad.
Kevin
There's one gig I remember so clearly. I think it was at the K of C. Was that on 9th St? I mean Park Slope wasn't my neighborhood so it was all an adventure for me all the time. I kept winding up in places that were really unfamiliar. Anyway- this gig...
Do I remember Tommy getting up on Billy's shoulders and playing the bass behind his head? Does anyone remember this? And then Rick was down on the floor, laying on his back playing lead guitar. The girls were singing and the lights were flashing. After the gig, I got on the D Train and headed back out to Gravesend which was always so far away on the Seabeach line and I had to go back to my family's house and of course this wasn't nearly as exciting as the world that Tommy was introducing me to and there was so much more to come...
There were these streets. There was these guys.
The rest is mystery history.
My father hit the number (291) and he came in in a snow storm with a color TV. We would gather some times in rag tag lots to watch Batman as it was in color. POW and all. Tom always had some savoir faire. He would give me a hard time as I was listening to street group acapella and he would tell me they were off or rough, but I was tone-hard-of-hearing at best so I just sailed on. We would go downtown and just kinda bump into people kids on the loose in another neighborhood. He let me see let me be. We had some great precious times.
What shall we do?
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