It was the 1980s and tunesmith Joe “Guido Toledo” Welsh was at the top of his game. Sure, he would later move to Nashville and sell out by performing corporate rock for Wal-Mart, but the real question was, would he lose his edge?
Now, thanks to the miracle of Facebook, we can attempt to answer that question.
For starters Welsh describes himself as a “Fifty-something Muso meandering through the world wide web with the rest of humanity, looking for a dry place and a smiling face!”
His religious views: “I believe dinosaurs once ruled the Earth and that there is life elsewhere in the Universe.”
Check out Welsh answers in Facebook’s “about me” section.
What do YOU think of ME?
A FEW FUN GUIDO FACTS:
I used to model short and squat fashions for J.C. Penney catalogs.
I can make my own clothes. I love to cook food that is really, REALLY bad for you. My specialty is Teddy Bear Meatloaf.
My hair was once called “the Rings of Saturn”.
I’m sick & tired of buying clothes to make myself look younger. Going forward I’m only gonna’ buy clothes that make me look like Raymond Burr.
I cannot look at pictures of food on menus.
I am afraid of clowns, especially if I see one smoking a cigarette.
I cannot watch obese people eat.
I’m the only guy I know who doesn’t “text”. If you look at or make a text while I’m standing there talking to you I will walk away.
I get all weepy when I go whale watching. I have fallen in love with Humpback Whales. I knoowww!
And pics of my granddaughter make me tear up as well. I knooowww!
I am a coffee snob. I also only eat one brand of Italian sausage and red sauce from Scimeca’s in Kansas City. And the ONLY BBQ sauce I use is Gates regular, also from KC.
I HATE broccoli. My Mom was a terrible cook, so I blame her for this. Also cauliflower. Both make me gag. She could fry anything and make it good but veggies? She cooked the frickin life out of them.
I have no patience and can’t stand bullsh*t, so I never leave the house. Except to work or to got to Cape Cod.
My only real goal at this point in my life is to own a tiny beach property in Sandwich, MA.
I have in my will that my ashes are to be scattered half in the Atlantic Ocean and half at Fenway Park.
I don’t understand what happened to us as humans after 9/11.
I can’t stand the constant political bickering and confrontational rhetoric and posturing.
I’m sure I’ll think of some more…”