One year ago today: September 6, 2024, the only employer . . .
Five years ago today: September 6, 2020, A.I., 1700s style.
Nine years ago today: September 6, 2016, slouching motorcycles.
Random years ago today: September 6, 2008,pre-hurricane tank-up.
Wow, JZ is really broken up over the doggie. Then, I myself like many pets more than their owners. Coffee was especially great, I took time to write some lengthy e-mails and plan on how to fix my lumber that is splitting. Why repair it? Because boards like that now cost $40 each. I recall once seeing this product in a tube, you sliced off the end and kneaded it soft, then pressed it into the wood cracks. It isn’t called putty, so I’m stuck till I remember. Let’s check the news, which lately is more exciting than this town. It’s morning at home after balancing the books—despite everything being on budget, I ran a deficit of $251.
Later, I can account for $150 of it, a new shop vacuum, some special lumber, new sandals, a new shop fan and the doggie chow which is not carried on the regular books. Speaking of things not on the books, Canadian doctors finally admitted their COVID shots paralyzed a lady, so to make it up to her, they offered free euthanasia. And we see some tremors with the A.I. market as novelty wears off and reality sets in.
A truly nothing day, I got some shopping done only to get caught in the store a block from my van by a noon rainstorm. A Deloitte survey shows three times as many GenXers (16%) fall victim to only scams than Boomers (5%). Who’s tech savvy now? Here’s a short movie to save us all time. That’s my stunt double out in the blistering summer sun. He don’t know any better.
Here’s the worst joke so far this month. When I was in college, I rented a room that had this light switch that didn’t do anything. I got in the habit of flipping it a few times whenever I walked past. Three months later I got a letter from a lady in Germany saying, “Cut it out!”
I t looks like Uber has got itself in a bind. I like how they decimated the corrupt US taxi industry, but more as the lesser of two evils. I have never been in an Uber. Now they face the double whammy of being sued for bait and switch while the drivers are unionizing. I missed the Powerball this time, I usually buy a ticket when it’s over a half-billion. Yet again, two people somehow picked the winning numbers.
T hat’s interesting. Trump cancelled Kamela’s extended security, so she called her log police department for protection. But it hit the Internet within a day and the backlash put a stop it all. Harris is a millionaire off politics and can afford her own security.
Folded rock layers.
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This is historical footage, but recent. It’s that nervy squirrel that never stops trying to get at the birdseed. The last 10 weeks of inactivity has repercussions in my style. I’m becoming ever more like a zombie. Example, when I could hardly move, I was too lazy to put on a DVD, so I’d stream a movie. And ran out of WiFi minutes a week early. So downtown to buy more gigabytes, which means stop at the Supercenter for garlic bread. Might as well pick up some wood glue, it’s the cheapest place in this county.
It’s not like I didn’t tell you Jack was a bit wobbly for serious band work. But he’s a good egg, even if he quit today. Actually, that’s the third or fourth time already, he’ll be back. Once a drummer, always a drummer. We had a few occasions to talk musican theory and he is amenable to the concept of arranging music. It was a chore explaining it to him, made worse because Steve was no present to help with a demo.
Instead, we managed some bass and drum routines that were new territory for him. He may very well decided to find another band (he’s still living in the 60s) but he’ll be back. Now that he’s heard real bass playing, the rest of them out there will be boring. Let me describe what makes such a difference, because to play a song write, the bass line has to match the “storyline”. The way I do it is by giving each song a beginning, middle, and end, with the same feel behind any instrumental breaks. Is this making sense? Good, I’ll carry on.
I would say the lion’s share of my best bass material involves three-note phrases, and that includes my quasi-famous four-octave walk-downs. From my piano days, I know the triad notes to end on, something I find guitar players are weak over because they memorize shapes rather than sounds. Most are not even aware of chord inversions. I add a lot of passing notes, favoring thirds. There is a deliberate “build up” and that is what Jack was hearing. It makes the bass sound more alive.
Many a time I’ve said that good bass playing is really a guitar solo played through each entire song. It is the slight increase in the dynamics toward the song end that takes discipline. This same “rules” apply in a sharp and shortened form whenever I play an instrumental break and most fills that are not a direct copy of the guitar parts. There, clear as mud, right?
ADDENDUM
Massachusetts has voted to remove the Algonquin Indian from the crest and search for a new motto. I was impressed by some of the submissions:
• In Cod We TrustRejected was “Spelling Bee for the Ages”.
• We're Always Right
• Massachusetts: The Gateway to New Hampshire
• Where Republicans Go To Become Democrats
• Massachusetts: The France of the 80s
• Massachusetts: Witch Free since 1693
