One year ago today: April 3, 2024, they suddenly become poor.
Five years ago today: April 3, 2020, I discover fence panels.
Nine years ago today: April 3, 2016, I know I didn’t.
Random years ago today: April 3, 2021, shortcuts and biscuits.
Is there more than one movie called “Dune”? I’ve never seen it, but after letting if play for a while as I worked, I see why. Corny as hell, bad special effects, and terrible actors. But now I know where the sand worms were invented. This version is so bad it may be a spoof. Nothing from Caltier yet. Looking more at WealthFront, it may represent the best of the worst. It’s averaging 4%, which is less than some riskless CDs I’ve had recently. And again, nothing happens until I get to Tennessee. When it gets right down to where the rubber meets the road, none of these damn “wired in” people know anything more than I do. They sure talk the talk.
That linden tree I cut down being careful to sawzall the root bulb our of the ground two weeks ago? It’s back. There are three plants here, the big one is a foot tall within days. If it grows fast around here, it’s a weed. I do like the trees but I already have four of them.
An early start which I attribute to a higher caffeine content in the new coffee. I’m very sensitive to all drugs since childhood. The question is, what did I get done this morning. You know the rules, never waste time because you can’t sleep. I tore the building apart and cannot find my battery charger. It’s not in the fancy box I built for it. The tow to the mechanic shop is arranged for sometime before Monday, whenever there is a backhaul. The new trailer hitch is installed, I may be luck as the ball is about the right height for the trailer tongue.
The battery, however, is $200. That means unless everything else goes perfect, no weekend trip to Jacksonville. I have have to make two trips to Miami this month, which gobbles up all the spare change. The wiring for the kitchen outlets came to another $38. The old Town & Country has sunk to the axles. I was still able to see there is a heavy duty tow bar on that puppy and the neighbor says I can borrow his impact wrench. In the end, I did not get home until 1:30PM and I have that audition at 5:00PM.
Rather than start any projects, I put on a large pot of carrots. Boil them a tad mushy, as they are going into the pickle jar. That last batch was a treat. Reminds of the statistic that home-owners on average weigh 15 pounds more than renters. I also bought some chicken for the weekend, so maybe, just maybe there will be a few dollars left. Just no cheering please. I need a siesta, but what is the delicious aroma?
It’s pot luck, I saved the water I had boiled some spuds and onion to make hash browns this morning. Still using the hotplate, a device I’ve never fully trusted, I plopped the carrots into the broth. It’s just boiled carrots but you can drink in the aroma from the far back room of the house. There may have been a dash of paprika. As for the carrots, help yourself, I made two pounds. Silver declines at that steady rate that shows bank manipulation. And I just got the message, the Rec Center is slated for a wedding reception, so the audition is moved to 3:00PM.
That means I’m leaving now and the Prez will miss out on our only chance to jam.
Swedish rail tunnel.
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Here’s the latest on the trailer hitch, courtesy of my Panasonic camera which defaults to video when you only want a single picture. A last minute change of schedule means the audition moved up to 3:00PM and the Prez didn’t make it. The Rec Center got booked for a wedding, so we had to finish by 4:00PM. However, I can report a very successful try-out. Bands are build on personalities and you have to rapidly weed out the bad apples. Here is an instance of a singer who had recently figured out there are a lot of people in this trade who will waste your time.
What are the plusses? He just wants to play, not record. A recent convert to country music because of its crowd appeal, though this comes at the price of him not knowing the classics yet. But, I have all the notes, lyrics, and tabs, so that is surmountable. He’s a vet so that is an inside with the VFWs, one of the few venues that survived the COVID shutdowns. Best outcome of today is the music sound, he was not sure what I meant when I said having this element was all-important. And we passed that test. I’m super-exhausted but have time to fill in some details.
He plays what he knows audiences like, a telling advantage. It was evident after a couple tunes that he has never met a bassist like me. Once shown what to listen for, he had to keep smiling at the sound of three instruments, making him a believer. We played through some 15 songs, including some of the favorites he sent. His reaction was one that we already know, that so many guitar players don’t think a duo like this can work, but it works just fine.
His background is definitely singing, which makes his strumming an easy accompanist style that I find very easy to work with. We will supply each a list of 16 songs we can sing and play, I have 18 on my ready-list. Most interesting was his reaction to hearing the bass play fills and riffs. He accepted it as necessary for what we are doing, and do not underestimate this factor. A lot of guitar egos just will not have it. This time, we have a tabula rasa to work with. If all goes well, we will be gigging somewhere within a few weeks.
Hopefully I’m wrong, but he may not be a computer person. That’s okay, I can show him the ropes in minutes. I don’t do Twitter, Twat, and social mafia, but I know how to get real work done on that machine. If you are nice, I’ll post the song list. Where the Prez was a Merle fan, Roberto is more or less Buffet and Croce, with a smidgen of that Eagles dude.
Again, the Prez missed out, but if he’s anywhere in town, I will get him on stage with this new guy. Remember the Airbnb guy who just did not have the time to commit to music? The sound today was quite similar to that highly successful jam. With the Prez & I now fully adapted and experienced to this manner of stage presentation, we’d be real contenders. Argh, show biz.
