One year ago today: August 29, 2020, how I got to Memphis.
Five years ago today: August 29, 2016, on pampered cutting blades.
Nine years ago today: August 29, 2012, a peek at nanoscience.
Random years ago today: August 29, 2007, revealing computer commentary.
You get a day-late report on the band audition. I was twenty minutes late finding the clubhouse, a lesson on how some instructions are worse than others. Trust me, the “first turn” after the shopping center leads down an ever-narrowing road to a chain-link fence, at which time it is nearly impossible to turn around. It’s the second turn, with the sliding gate hard to see from the roadway, but here’s the promised report. Meanwhile, can anybody tell me what this device is for? It has a health company sticker, but if you sit on it, your feet bump the front wheels. Maybe you are supposed to kneel on it, but at that point, are you disabled?
And that place is, they are more than adequate for any venue in this general area that likes the older classics. There are far too many rock, metal, and show bands in the county for the population. This new band, who I will call “The Classics” is made up of accomplished individuals but at the moment that is what they sound like. I quickly picked up they were winging it, then again, I do not know when they last made attempts to get it together. All their equipment is top-notch and brand new. The practice stage is in a community center, one of the most underused buildings in a Florida community. Possible exception? Bingo night.
My big band experience came to the forefront because I had a super-easy time capturing the feel of songs they played that I’ve never heard. It was more of a full stage rehearsal than a jam or an audition, not the best way to find who is suitable—but you’ll find out who can do the job. If these individuals were A-room in the past, those days are over. Finally (for now), here are my impressions of how I did. I do not care if anyone is weak-minded enough to call it bragging, Elliott.
The lead player is adequate, but musically unassertive. He was impressed by how I backed up his solos, saying it was the first professional help the band had. The keyboardist is the de facto band leader, although they go through motions of being a democracy. He spotted my piano-like bass lines and focused on his treble passages, which he appeared to appreciate. The drummer, quite outspoken, said he had never heard a bass make so much difference, he was an ally after the first verse and chorus. The rhythm guitar, the guy who I first contacted, repeated that he did not know a bass player could get the sounds I did, which only confirms to me the other try-outs were flunked six-bangers.
Anything else? Yes, I do not normally sing at auditions, as I’m still easily thrown off key by distractions. They insisted, so I sang a couple tunes. Sure enough, over their PA my voice sounded thin and reedy. But, they said, they liked the sound and came in with strong harmony vocals, which to my amazement only pushed me off a bit. If they like the sound, then we already have all the material needed to play out in a week or two. But and however, that ultra-important issue was not brought up. They mentioned a gig in October.
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This afternoon was a dead calm, a sure sign we are in for something. There’s a hurricane brewing but they rarely come through this area. Not taking a chance, I took a couple hours to reinforce all the shed rafters. It’s a bothersome task, as the rafters often have to be secured to beams that make hammering or drilling awkward. It was only 24 metal brackets, but that’s 144 pilot holes and 144 screws (the brackets over posts require ten screws each). Such calm also means dank humidity and my fans are not placed to cool the upper parts of any structure. The pro-vaxers are posting that getting the jab is now part of hurricane prep. Proof the shot lowers the IQ of the already below averge.
Code Monkey Z, real name Ron Watkins, is rumored to have cracked the Dominion source code, possibly with the help of an insider. This makes 100% sense in America, anybody and anything can be bought. Watkins is an expert with transfer layer protocols, having once been a while with 8chan. Of course, he has therefore been accused of every right-wing catch-phrase the fake press can imagine. Myself, I knew the code would one way or another be exposed, what scares me, however, is that this means the entire Internet is insecure and always has been. It’s a good thing I’ve treated it as such since day one and never posted anything “wrong”.
As for the Democrats, it means their connection with Dominion and ballot fraud just suffered another round of exposure. Democrats do not like the light of day, much less the searchlight. This may also implicate the hundreds of Democrat-owned judges who refused to look at the evidence of fraud. If all this comes to pass, it will be interesting how many of these people will fare. Not well, I hope. And how about the head of the company that approves FDA’s drugs is a private firm. Headed by none other than Fauci’s wife. The left will lose, the only question is how badly. Too badly, and some heads could roll.
How dumb can you get? While the country is collapsing, the least popular vice-president in our history is touring Viet Nam, and poses under a statue of Ho Chi Minh. Thick as a brick, that broad, but look who she runs with. There is still no definite result from the election fraud bunch. It is now foreboding as ever that Trump does nothing. The Democrats have one goal, but they have no consistent motives or methods to get there. The result is they too often trip over each other and that bedlam has left Trump the embodiment of anything that can save us.
Or that Maxwell lady who procured “underage” girls is not handling prison so well. Her photos are looking more like Michael Jackson every day. Oh well, with a skill set like she has, there’s a job waiting for her in at least 80 countries around the world if she ever gets out alive.
ADDENDUM
How many times I gotta tell you? Do NOT recharge your phone or computer batteries at public dongles. That includes Starbucks and the library—unless you have an isolating adapter, but even then. And, if you EVER mistakenly type an account name or password into any Google text box, go change all your passwords. Even if you did not hit enter or deleted what you typed, go change all your passwords. You done been told.
Following on what I said about how wimps feel the need to post they are against violence, I myself reserve the right to look at violence and judge for myself whether it was justified. I am inert when it comes to violence against those who repeated ask for it or, in the case of certain political organizations, go looking for it.
