Granted, itβs not one of their absolute best songs but I still really like it. By 88, the band had already become a nostalgia act so this song didnβt see them sell out that much. I like the atmosphere of the track and Carlβs lead vocal, makes me nostalgic for the eighties. Does anyone else actually like Kokomo or is it just me?
Weird name for an album, I must admit... what does that have to do with going to the beach?!
Well, as long as it has some fun in the sun stuff we can all look forward to hearing then it should be a good time, right?
Anyway, as The Beach Boys go, I canβt imagine them doing songs besides summer and fun, can you? A departure would be risky and unwarranted, we can stick to the experimental stuff with The Shitty Beatles.
The Kokomo Crew drug ring revenge theory started with two locals: Tina Roddel & Michael Phillips. Both have been advocates for missing girl Karena McClerkin.
This post will cover claims Tina has made over the years. Sources include: comments & messages from Tina, information from content creator Harvey Carroll Jr, and blog posts from Robert Lindsay.
β οΈ Trigger warning: This post includesΒ media and discussion around topics such as sexual assault, violence and murder.
Tina alleges that on the morning of February 13th, a few men in a car showed up in her driveway to pick up her daughter (MA). The car was described as being white (possibly an Accord) with temporary paper plates. The group was on the way to the Monon High Bridge area. She had a bad feeling about the situation so she took photos of the car and wrote down the license plate number. She was later told that the plates were stolen.
Photos of the car -Β https://imgur.com/a/StxXSSU
Claims made by Tina :
- She believed that there were drugs in the trunk of the car.
- She called Sheriff Leazenby to tip him off about the drugs.
- Tina said the men with her daughter (MA) were Elijah Cook, Kieghan Callis, Josh Weaver, Tyler Jo French, and possibly Travis Jaenicke.Β Her son BH was not part of the group.
- Tina said her daughter called her from the bridge on the 13th and that when MA came home on the 15th she was not in good condition.Β She alleges that her daughter was raped and beaten by the men as an initiation. Itβs rumored it was for the Sons of Odin group. She has also claimed that her daughter came home with a pair of earrings in her pocket that have since been turned over to the FBI.
- Tina shared that the Delphi murders could have been an act of revenge against Libbyβs Dad (DG). Tina believed that DG snitched on her sister Kristy Lynn Martin, Kieghan Callis, Tyler Jo French and Jeff Ragan.
Itβs rumored that Eric Alter was associated with the crew, along with Abbyβs Uncle (DE), Libbyβs Dad (DG), and possibly Garrett Kirts & [Anthony Green
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From Zanadu to Kokomo
I was twelve years old, right after the Y2K scare, when I first started seeing the Asian girl at the edge of the woods. She looked about nineteen years old, and always wore the same long tie dyed tee shirt, with a green weed symbol on the chest. Her hair was always done up in a complicated sort of bun, with wisps that came down over her face. The shoes that she wore were really odd, like little model boats of some kind, with a curled prow. But it was her fingernails that really left an impression on me. They were at least four inches long, and curled inward like the claws of some predatory bird.
Naturally, I tried asking my parents who she was, but they always said they didn't know, and hadn't ever seen anyone like that, but they reckoned I shouldn't mess around with her. One time, my mother was with me when I saw her. She looked right at the girl, just standing there at the edge of the woods, and made a little sound of exclamation. Afterward, my mother claimed that she hadn't seen anyone at all, and accused me of making it up. I was disappointed and confused. I couldn't imagine why my own mother would act like that. I wondered if maybe the girl had actually made her forget, somehow.
The following summer, my Uncle Arthur took me and some of my friends camping in the southern everglades. Uncle Arthur told us a campfire story about a creature called a squid pope, that captured children and dragged them to it's ancient chapel on a cliff. We thought it was pretty silly, so he challenged us to come up with something better. I told them all about the strange girl with the talons. I knew it wasn't a scary story, but I wanted to see their reactions. At first, they all just stared at me quietly, then they all looked confused. In a minute, each of them started to chuckle warily. And then my friend Bill started telling a different story, about a smelly ape man that lived in the swamp. No one mentioned the girl again, but later, as we made our way to our cabin, I looked towards the woods, and she was there, looking at me. This time she smiled.
I saw her several more times over the next few years. She always looked exactly the same, and always appeared at the edge of the woods. When I was fifteen, she started waving to me. I did not wave back. I had become somewhat superstitious of her, wondering if she were really a ghost, and more dangerous than she seemed.
On the night of my sixteenth birthday, I tried smoking marijuana, which
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From Zanadu to Kokomo
I was twelve years old, right after the Y2K scare, when I first started seeing the Asian girl at the edge of the woods. She looked about nineteen years old, and always wore the same long tie dyed tee shirt, with a green weed symbol on the chest. Her hair was always done up in a complicated sort of bun, with wisps that came down over her face. The shoes that she wore were really odd, like little model boats of some kind, with a curled prow. But it was her fingernails that really left an impression on me. They were at least four inches long, and curled inward like the claws of some predatory bird.
Naturally, I tried asking my parents who she was, but they always said they didn't know, and hadn't ever seen anyone like that, but they reckoned I shouldn't mess around with her. One time, my mother was with me when I saw her. She looked right at the girl, just standing there at the edge of the woods, and made a little sound of exclamation. Afterward, my mother claimed that she hadn't seen anyone at all, and accused me of making it up. I was disappointed and confused. I couldn't imagine why my own mother would act like that. I wondered if maybe the girl had actually made her forget, somehow.
The following summer, my Uncle Arthur took me and some of my friends camping in the southern everglades. Uncle Arthur told us a campfire story about a creature called a squid pope, that captured children and dragged them to it's ancient chapel on a cliff. We thought it was pretty silly, so he challenged us to come up with something better. I told them all about the strange girl with the talons. I knew it wasn't a scary story, but I wanted to see their reactions. At first, they all just stared at me quietly, then they all looked confused. In a minute, each of them started to chuckle warily. And then my friend Bill started telling a different story, about a smelly ape man that lived in the swamp. No one mentioned the girl again, but later, as we made our way to our cabin, I looked towards the woods, and she was there, looking at me. This time she smiled.
I saw her several more times over the next few years. She always looked exactly the same, and always appeared at the edge of the woods. When I was fifteen, she started waving to me. I did not wave back. I had become somewhat superstitious of her, wondering if she were really a ghost, and more dangerous than she seemed.
On the night of my sixteenth birthday, I tried smoking marijuana, which
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