Yesteryear
One year ago today: May 13, 2023, the Mark II sawhorse.
Five years ago today: May 13, 2019, impossibly eroded.
Nine years ago today: May 13, 2015, everybody is on file.
Random years ago today: May 13, 2008, a blurry day.
How did this picture turn out so well? It kept two differing points in focus. The upclose SquirrelX feeder, and the more distant clock thermometer, showing a balmy 76°F. This same camera is going to let me down later today. This feeder is a fail, it’s the one that the weight of the rodent is supposed to slide the metal cage down and seal the feed port. But the squirrels just learn to hang from the lanyard, which is less than a squirrel-length away, and snack to their heart’s content. Shown here, the feeder has to be filled with hot pepper seed at greater expense.
No matter what crock my detractors will make of this, in ten days I’m planning a small celebration. It will be 28 years since I had a steady job, and that’s generally the day meant when I mention my retirement. The fact it, I’ve worked hard all my life and that’s the day I quit working for a living, which is not to be mistaken for saying I was rich enough to sit back and do nothing. I will never be that rich, or, if it happens by chance, I’m already past the stage I’d be able to fully enjoy it. I went over the books because Caltier is still off-line over the compliance matters. The government as the right to go over every transaction of these companies.
And let me say it again, the tax forms are not complicated. One easy way to track your true taxes is to make a spreadsheet that contains every line from your tax file that you entered a number, even if it is zero. In most cases, your file is a special one called a tax return. The point is each entry only affects the numbers further down the page. This makes it easy to play what-if by changing any number, say your Caltier dividends, and watch the impact on your bottom line. Do it, chances are it will change your perception of taxing the rich. Every law that taxes the rich reduces your own odds of ever getting anywhere. This has already been going on so long, the poor attacking the rich, that the odds are already somewhere in the negative. I didn’t say the rich did not deserve it, only that being rich is not the opposite of being poor.
The reasoning is somewhat simple and based on the fact the rich do not use money the same way as the poor. To stay rich, they must either steal it or create something of value to the people who only consume. I figured this out quite young. Some people will pinch and go miserly to get ahead, that sort have a bad reputation. I’m the opposite, I will establish the goal in advance, then arrange a path that avoids doing the things that would block my way. But this requires extra vigilance because the shysters are out there everywhere. Anyone who has had to pay taxes on their investments, which they bought with money they had already paid taxes on feels this sting. Taxing those who invest and create is not the fair equivalent of taxing those who do not create anything. Every tax on the rich seals off an avenue of getting there.
An example is Caltier. Why, at my age, am I investing in long-term real estate? Because investing now reduces the income I would otherwise need to allocate in the future. Confused? Read what I just had to say about taxes. In 2023, Caltier generated $1,000 and it is still there, rolled over. I can count on that being better in 2024. My prediction is $1,400 if I do nothing (which is bloody unlikely). By years-end, that means a (two-year) total of $2,400 income to start 2025. Today, I invested my spare change of $52.50. In my planning, that is the equivalent of having $262,500 in my emergency (funeral) account for 30 days. And thinking in this manner means I’ll find the fifty-two bucks month after month.
What’s happening is that makes me up and running and outdistancing the pack, most of whom did not make a dollar’s interest in any month last year. If I do nothing, I can let that money ride with zero impact on my daily life or income. Ah, some of you are thinking that one through. Good. It’s that initial major push to get there that fouls up so many people. Maybe they did not spend as much time as I did in the winter looking out over that barren, frozen landscape and reach the same conclusions I did, but they were there and can’t use the excuse they didn’t know.
Put into another perspective, that $100 a month that Caltier brings in at this time is more steady money that most people will ever achieve long-term. They think it is trivial and not worth the sacrifice of $20,000 to make so little return. It is not the $100, it is the fact it stays and accumulates even while we are asleep. I did not invent this system, I’m just making the best of it. (That $100 per month was present in other forms before Caltier, it did not suddenly appear.) That makes the grand total comparable to everything I’ve made playing in bands in Florida or working overtime.
So I will soon have $2,400 income for a $20,000 investment and more on the way and that is $2,400 I did not have to take out of my paycheck if I had one. For that matter, bands and overtime have probably cost me money since I moved to Florida, if you tally only the dollars. What follows is the kava bar situation of later today and I would not trade such events because the sheer ability to have this sort of fund by my age is reward in itself. Many times over, Theresa and Ken.
Picture of the day.
“Lakes” on Titan, probably methane.
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Fifty things went wrong, but the show was a success. I arrived early to set up the recording equipment, hoping to avoid the equipment problems of last week. Following is a report of the haphazard way this turned out. Here’s a description, with me seeking anything positive in a half-day that wore me to a frazzle. The old guy guitar player from last week was already there and had an excellent brand now PA head set up and he was playing 60’s hits. But he had no speaker system, so I hooked up my speakers, which beautifully expanded the sound. I decided to play through his PA and try sing the Tascam to capture this.
The room was full, as in the open mic is now drawing a substantial crowd. The owner knows one factor was our input, which allowed full bands to get on stage. That, plus we could back up many of the “yoots” who had never played with a proper backup band before. (The effect was instant, by the way.) This is great fun and not easy for non-players to fully understand. Where they used to play through a single amp, the show now had as many as seven performers at once, making it into more of a fest than an ordinary open mic.
However, all such successes bring along their own limitations. The house is buying the PA system (my doing I choose to remind everyone) and people are bringing more of their own gear, all of which diminishes the need for my duo and begins to limit out own stage time. The event has now attracted comedians, itinerant guitarists, two crystal players, poetry-reading, and family groups in the audience. The owner is happy but also understands we can’t be driving 40 miles to play only a half hour. Meanwhile, his new PA has not arrived and when I unplug mine at 10:00PM, the stage sound goes dead (the open mic continues to past midnight).
Here’s a photo of the standup comedian. I don’t care for this brand of performance because it sounds manufactured, and it is. This evening, that guitar player with the motorcycle was playing when I got there, but his time with a brand spanking new six-channel PA head, plus a matching set of two mics with stands, again all brand new. But no PA speakers, I’ve explained this curious lack of experience and familiarity in these folks with how music is performed. I noticed this when we first got there.
It’s an unexplained gap made wider by the presence of the Internet. I know the huge advantage possessed by kids who grow up in musical families, but media was supposed to supply all the exposure needed. Instead, here is a strangely similar set of needless barriers they will have to cross one by one unless they meet somebody like me who will show them the ropes.
I connected my speakers to his PA, making a world of difference (from playing through guitar amps) and connected the recorder. I won’t know until tomorrow, plus my camera acted up on stage again and I’ve long ago told of the impossibility of finding anyone in Florida who correctly knows how push a button and work such a device. Would not be a perfectly rotten time to mention that the Wednesday jam collapsed completely after I withdrew our unappreciated support? Why, the people quit showing up and everybody knows that is pure coincidence.
See the guitarist we first backed up on the first show, he’s jamming with the motorcycle guy in this dramatic stage photo. It’s become a real session, you can just make out the two small cubes on the floor, which are my PA speakers. But they are now bringing more of their own gear, and tonight may represent our last full show—things are moving along.
What is on the horizon? Two things. The Prez is away for three weeks, and I may consider doing the kava bar solo, both with bass and guitar (by comparison, I’m quite good on a six-banger). I would be reliant on that house PA getting there, but I already promised to help the owner set it up. Plus, the motorcycle guy realizes he needs speakers, the principle here is I would not have to pack equipment. The second item is the owner has again mentioned the car show, which is pending, and that the duo is what he is looking for. Such gigs are the Holy Grail of the stage band omniverse.
Daytime gigs are like playing the boat show; if you are smart you will be nice to everybody because you don’t know who they might be. Remember the 1890s mantra, “Money is honey, my little sonny, and a rich man’s joke is always funny.” The sheer stupidity of digital camera design does not help. I asked the guy tonight to check of the red record dot was on, he said yes, looking at the power light, duh. So all I got was 46 seconds of video. Of the other guitar player. Digital cameras have the Japanese gremlin. They work fine while you are standing there watching them. But leave them on a stand and get on stage? You lose.
ADDENDUM
Here’s a good place to mention the evolution of my own duo. We have mastered all the basic rules of how to interpret larger bands for duo presentation. While it took longer than I planned, we have also much gotten further with. We can pretty much “hear” what needs doing to capture the personality of most songs, distilling it in real time to what sounds right. To me the telling point is how the audience can tell instantly what song is being presented without us using any tracks, pedals, or gimmicks. This was a challenge because it meant each of us had to modify away from what you naturally hope to do best, sacrificing that for the common good.
Around a third of our material is now “big band” tunes that other guitarists have told me were impossible. They are not wrong and I know what they are hearing, but that’s my point. They are not hearing it and it took me years to get over caring about that. I want the audience to hear that. I’m going over our song list another time to sort it into two broad categories. We have the kava bar set, but I also would like to have another less tame set ready just in case. We don’t play “Cocaine Blues” at a family show and neither should you.
There are two emerging problem areas, but they tend to cancel out. One is the fragility of the show. We must both play at optimum level to get the effect and surprises and even moods can throw things off. A dynamite gal in the crowd and I’ll forget lyrics and the Prez still has tinges of good old ordinary stage fright, he knows our material but does not have the same confidence in it that I do. To counterbalance, we can ace over most mistakes and some of it gets downright hilarious.
We need that Legion gig and we need it for six months. That will transform us into the band I had in mind when I walked off the Hippie’s stage ten years ago. What a lifetime accomplishment that would be for me, anyway.
Last Laugh