Thom Caraccio: Peaches and cream… not hardly. Part two

This is part two of a two part column. Part one can be found in last Saturday’s paper.

Thom Caraccio: Peaches and cream… not hardly! Part 1

I’ve written many an article about my young and foolish days as a working musician. They are usually the stories of fun and weird experiences that I feel you might get a chuckle over.

Thom Caraccio: The twins get up close and personal

Working in the film industry can be a weird experience.

Thom Caraccio: The Pelican Hotel: The band’s nightmare

A story from the annals (or anals?) of my music career.

Thom Caraccio: A night at Neal’s

More tales from the rock and roll road.

Thom Caraccio: Mississippi, the beating heart of music

How can I say that? Because the only music I really care about is blues, rock and roll and old country. They are pretty much offshoots of each other and the only true American music.

Thom Caraccio: The very legendary Stevie O’Callaghan

When we moved back to Columbus in 1965, the first person my age I met was Doug George. He and I shared an aunt, Olean Salley who was married to my uncle James Salley.

Thom Caraccio: There’s parking, then there’s ‘parking’

In modern times, the word “parking” just means you are going to pull your car into a designated space and turn the key off.

Thom Caraccio: Maximum Bob, my first TV pilot

More stories from the film set.

Thom Caraccio: Fast Eddie tries to kill us all

You would be surprised at how people end up in the film business. The only thing that counts is that you know how to get things done. That goes for crew members and the positions higher up the food chain.

Thom Caraccio: Saying goodbye to a Columbus legend

I usually love to write, but I find it a miserable task to write in the guest book of a funeral home about someone I was close to and admired greatly.

Thom Caraccio: The new Civil War is not very civil

This is not a political column. If anything, it’s very anti-politics.

Thom Caraccio: Just Cause: Part 2, revenge of the sign painter

In my last “episode,”  I was in Naples on Florida’s West coast, and we were filming the swampy and outdoor scenes of the Hollywood movie Just cause. We were in REAL swamps, and they were nasty.

Thom Caraccio: The Gravel Pit: Teenage Sodom and Gomorrah

Although you may not have been a member of our particular flock at S.D. Lee, many of you had your own gathering place for summer parties in Columbus in the mid-to-late 1960’s. We had the infamous Gravel Pit.

Thom Caraccio: These ain’t your dad’s ads

Now that I’m done with hurricane chasing (crossing my fingers), it’s time for Cranky Ol’ Thom to get back to my job b##ching about the world again.

Thom Caraccio: Care and feeding of your musician

I remember the day I stood in front of the mirror – 14 years old – with the $15 pawn shop guitar I had just acquired, mimicking the Beatles who I had just seen on Ed Sullivan.

Thom Caraccio: Time… it’s all about the math

I went to the doctor recently for the follow up to my physical.

He took me into a little exam room to speak privately.