Do you see what I’m getting at here? If not, go to Where’s George and follow what I’m suggesting. Think of it as the American way since 1970, making money off somebody else’s hard work. I ask people, when they find a bill that I’ve entered, to send the bill back to me “for processing” in return “for something”. But what? Nearby is the bill that gave me the idea. It is from John Day, OR but listed from NM. It’s new but badly water-stained.
Here’s another picture from the trip just for human interest. This is in Paris, TX, where I found the monster sandwich. Normally I would avoid this style of cobblestone roadway but I was indeed a hungry lad. Note the pile of books on the sidecar, indicating I had just arrived from the bookstore. I remember taking this picture for a reason, but now cannot remember. What can I say, the trip filled my brain quota up with other more important memories.
Prices have doubled, take note. A can of noodle soup is $1.84. Everything else on the shelves is $5.00. The AMC (movie theaters) at Aventura have cut back from the longest listing in the newspaper to six, maybe seven, movies now showing at early and mid-week. The newspapers are tooting a “miraculous” 14.5% increase in real estate prices. Not around here, and that’s prices, not sales. They could be saying one house sold at that price.
Yep, I had a callout but it was under service from the old shop (the computer shop I was at for years on the boulevard). So he scooped the 75% discount, and I took the cash over to the supermarket and here we sit. The problem turned out to be the Comcast anti-spyware app. It likes to kick in if there is any delay in logging on. In other words, a program that makes a bad situation even worse.
I contacted Billy-Bill about guitar-playing, we should get together next week. He’s open-minded by comparison to this town. Seriously, most guitar players took X years of lessons and presume the duty of any band they encounter is to learn their material Why need the guitar player learn anything when he just spent thirty-some years getting perfect? Man, I am so weary of the deadbeat guitarists in this town it is not funny.
Speaking of deadbeats, did I meet one on-line. What a capital-L Loser with a stinky attitude. He was cautious about his song list and now I find out why. He plays music that wouldn’t find an audience at the old folk’s home. The Viscounts? Didn’t they break up in 1953? Anyway, that’s the Type 5 guitarist I mentioned last day. He’s a paranoid psycho who thinks he’s going to trick some band into backing up his stale material. When everyone refuses to go along, he has the nerve to call us down.
In fairness, I tried to listen to the music on his list. But it is completely outdated jazz, and slow music is always a bad bet for live performances. Here is Harlem Nocturne a foot-dragging tune that sounds like a bad movie sound track. It keeps sounding like it’s going somewhere, but doesn’t. At any rate, I can’t figure out what a guitar player thinks he is going to do with this saxophone music.
Worse, it is that messy jazz where each instrument is all over the place. Yet, for the most part, it is big band music where each instrument except the soloing plays a fairly simple part. In the days before overdubbing, that’s how it was done. For a laugh, listen to the disk jockey’s comments at the end of this link. “Rock and Roll has got to go.”
But for all that, it is okay listening music. I’m not into listening, I’m into performing live on stage. And not music selected by the guitarist to minimize the roles of the other band members. Here are the other tunes he sent:
Quiet Village Funky Momma Sliding Home
Trivia for the day. Remember the scenes in "Alien" where the bug's blood eats through the metal of the spaceship? Want to know how they did that? Easy. Styrofoam and some ordinary acetone. As shown here when I do it, except my materials aren't painted for effect.
