One year ago today: June 29, 2023, I begin voltage-divider studies.
Five years ago today: June 29, 2019, the forgotten “ADDAD” cipher.
Nine years ago today: June 29, 2015, real estate buyer beware.
Random years ago today: June 29, 2004, some kind of webTV.
There he is, from a still on his Instagram spot. We would have set a country music standard of some kind if COVID had not wrecked the scene. Music has been local and minimal since and we never did follow up on any of the material we had done quite well with.
So far this trip has succeeded mostly on being an eye-opener over finances. I bought that $24 practice amp and it is just loud enough. You can actually tell it is bass. Why has nobody ever done anything about this lack of a portable bass rig. I’ve had the idea long enough, but I mean why hasn’t anybody with the equipment to do this stepped up to the plate? I’m going to find a couple videos on the topic. The library closes here in an hour until Monday, so if you see this, return after that for more of the blog you have come to know and love.
Purported wildcat of England.
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I decided to stay home and read. Not so easy when you have TV-watchers as guests. They never see themselves as addicted and worse, consider non-addicts to be under-informed. (If the guest are die-hard Democrats as well, go figure. Hour after hour of drum-beat pounding anti-Trumpism. They have settled on a theme, that Trump is “a threat to democracy”. But it is an oily all-purpose accusation that’w been used so many times. TMOR, Trump never said he would be a dictator starting on day one, he said if elected, he would be a dictator only for the first day, explaining he would use it to close the border, release the hostages, and fire the worst of the bad people.
This is a generic photo of the stage at Phats, you’ve seen it here before. This is the restaurant area next door, the bar is the real attraction. Clay got there before me, so we got the prime babe-watching spot. Alas, not one came in the door in the two hours we were there. Most of the time, we went over what has changed with music and the conclusion is again that the culprit was the COVID hoax. Entertainers are not known for long-term investment prowess so one again, both the clubs and the bands are not the best, but the ones who had the money to survive.
If I’m around for another week, he’s got a gig, argh, I’ve already forgotten, but it’s nearby and fancy. Good, Phats was full of grandmother and daughter types and the day of the sexy locally hired waitresses is long gone. Clay drives a motorcycle so we didn’t stick around. We won’t be playing any duo material, as he has gone on to mostly originals, being a talented lyricist. He can create story-telling vocals much like Johnny Cash, where you have to “get” the meaning rather than just listen, you know what I mean.
One parallel with this guy is he left Seattle for Nashville around the same age I left Montana for Seattle, both hoping our fortunes would better in a place that at least wasn’t totally full of apathetic non-starters. We also knew it took twenty years to be an overnight success. And there were no illusions about making it big—you have to get a break. Hard work may increase your odds by a margin and same with talent. And at least he has that to spare. Did you know I spent the first half of my life searching for something I could do that constituted a talent I could build on? If I ever find something, I’ll for sure blog it.
