One year ago today: April 19, 2023, that’s my Taylor.
Five years ago today: April 19, 2019, I decide Mt. Juliet.
Nine years ago today: April 19, 2015, strange Swiss woman.
Random years ago today: April 19, 2013, 7 hours by sidecar.
Have you seen the fake polls showing Biden neck-in-neck with Trump? What a laugh. Especially in light of other surveys that show another devastating fact to the Left—that nothing appears to be changing the loyalties of the Trump supporters. Every liberal scam is exposed on the spot and every dirty trick is called out in real time. The Left doesn’t seem to grasp they no longer have their traditional lag time where they were able to lie just long enough to get elected before folks caught on. You get to check out the thermometer on this totally Florida morning.
Examples would be “Seminole Wind”, parts of “Turn The Page”, and “Rocky Top”. Generally, we don’t play these tunes. But if you play them, we will make you sound like a recording star. The fast-changing chords coupled with our duo tactics (especially piano-like runs and avoiding unison) makes this music sound delightful. So the Prez & I took time to customize our parts, by now a routine for us. He learned to fingerpick the rhythm and I filled in the implied back-melody that matches where he sings the doo-doo-doo part. End result? A great instrumental sound for a tune neither of us can sing. Too much syncopation. I mean, we’ll probably get it, but for now, we’re stuck. Next, logisitics.
Band management has it’s moments, in that to get it right one often has to take the non-standard viewpoint. That raises the question of why? Can’t one just go with the flow? Sure, but be prepared for plenty of disappointments. One aspect of keeping a show together that can be wildly different with bands is the need to avoid being taken by surprise, and no, I don’t mean the Happy Birthday kind. Before COVID, there were around 26 more active bands in Polk County than today. Only part of that is explainable by music considerations alone. There are few things as fragile as band loyalties and you can triple the danger if things keep going wrong.
My style is to let everybody know in advance what to look for, but not telling them what to make of it. I find it is enough when they realize something has already been “patterned”—because conclusions can be adopted more readily than reached. What brought this on? The convo with Trent about how so many recall the good old times when, in fact, it was always a tottery ride. He reminded me of the shows at the Walkabout and the Riptide. Those were outstanding performances by Hollywood’s top locals. And the best shows were duos with Ray-B handily taking first prize, but a close second from the Hippie. (The Hippie tended to invite strangers who were not popular with me we who had taken time to rehearse our material. These were regular gigs, not jam sessions.)
Everybody is having a better day than old Joe. Have you seen the videos of his motorcades? Everywhere he goes, not one supporter. Everyone swearing at him and giving him the finger by the thousands, including children. The old fart is not getting the message. Like many of his ilk, he cannot imagine why he isn’t their hero. And neither is John Mellencamp who walked off the stage after being booed for talking instead of playing. Worse for him it was probably due to his liberal politics, which nobody wants to hears since beyond playing guitar, the guy is a near total good write-off. Always has been, but hey, this is one reason most guitarists look alike to me.
Oh, and for the record, Gab has restored the ability for non-paid viewers to post pictures. Torba goofed and lost the majority of his posters as well as his lead in a complicated game with no rule book. One thing he should not have screwed with is anonymous posting, and his retracti
ons show that he has still not learned his lesson. He goes on about his “parallel economy” but has made no effort to let people pay in cash. Oh, I know it is a tough call, but hey, he is the one who made the challenge.
One million dead mosquitoes.
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This just in, some AOL set himself on fire in front of the Trump trial. Whatever his affiliation, the Democrats will say Trump lit the match. Folks, do no judge patriotic Americans over the behavior of these lunatics and misfits. It was the Democrats who shut the mental hospitals and set these psychos loose in society, the taxpayers were never asked. As for the crazy, it’s already dubbed the “Biden Barbeque”. The first video posted had a view of the event across an empty plaza. Nobody around, but sure enough, one lady walks into the scene and sits down exactly where she blocks the view. No clue, not helping, just blocking the camera she is not even aware of. Now how, I ask you, how do I know she must be Canadian?
How goober was I? I’d heard of “fast food” but thought it was cheap food that people ate fast because they were in a hurry. It’s true, the first time I planned and went to a McDonald’s was well after I turned 20. I was not there even by accident, because I never had a car until I was 21 I would have instantly noticed the cheap plastic décor that was proliferating by then had I walked in. Even when I did, usually the only thing I went there for were the triple-thick shakes. I recall the last time I had a strawberry shake for some reason. It was at the monastery in 1978. That’s another tale from the trailer court. Later, I just found out the Sanford Big Boy has been shut down.
How about the plan to genetically alter humans to be allergic to red meat? It’s part of the C40 plan, along with plans to breed smaller humans who consume less. You will be restricted to one airplane trip every three years of less than 1500 miles. There is a lot more resting on Trump this November than most people realize. After devastating floods caused by cloud seeding, Dubai will no fine citizens one million in local currency for posting any storm pictures on-line. And today the Iranians got the West to fire off $1.3 billion in missiles to knock down its plywood drones.
ADDENDUM
On sheer willpower, I took most of the day off. Making a sextant reading for fun (compared to, say, using a TV remote), I followed the longitude down to an island in the Caribbean you probably never heard of. Isla de Providencia, which is ill-named since it is regularly flattened by hurricanes, the last one in 2020. Politically part of Columbia, it bills itself as one of the last undiscovered islands, by which they mean tourism. It must have an economy because 5,000 people live there. There were no photos to distinguish the place, so here is a view of a perfect body from nearby San Andres Island. For those who say she is too skinny, I like it when I hear that.
I first heard of Tiburon because Walt Disney painted a picture of it and I figured it was somewhere in the Pacific. Maybe he considered it for a theme park before he discovered there was no fresh water. Although tied to the mainland by a spit of land at low tide, it is technically Mexico’s largest island at around 460 square miles. They filmed a few survivor type shows there, but the only airstrip was blown up in ‘95 by the Federales to curb smuggling. The only wildlife is goats and coyotes, but keep an eye on the local Seri Indians. They’re cannibals. Or at least that is the rumor and I wouldn’t take chances.
The prevailing theory is that the asteroid that wiped out the dinosaurs impacted to create the Gulf of Mexico. I say it was really three asteroids or one that broke into three. Maps show two more large crater shaped bodies of water. If you look at the coastlines of Nicaragua to Columbia, there’s an outline south of Jamaica. Further east, you have the entire chain of islands north of Venezuela. And if you drained the water, you would see the surface of the planet has been deeply fractured by something.
