One year ago today: November 1, 2024, the missing Joe.
Five years ago today: November 1, 2020, Sparkie is ailing.
Nine years ago today: November 1, 2016, why, in my day . . .
Random years ago today: November 1, 1982, crazy Liz and 12-strings.
Here is a bittersweet video clip. I’m glad I scored some goodies, yet not so happy that is top story. In music parlance these are called pigtails. The term also refers to a type of electrical cord attachment but that is a different animal. Technically, this is a one-foot extension cord. What use is that? If you have to ask, you’ve never been on a lot of stages with your band. Yet, that is a valid question, because I have never seen them used as extension cords. So what good are they?
I run my extension cable over from the outlet, because the rest of the band never has any of their own. So I buy the cheapest ones that I don’t mind when they go missing after the gig again. (Yes, Hippie, I know you stole my nicest octopus.) These have all the female plugs clustered at one end, both on extension cords and power strips.
Too close together for the fat pedal transformers to fit side-by-side. There you go, pigtails to the rescue. I add here that too many of these heavy transformers will also pull themselves out of a wall socket. Told ya, I know this business. Why top billing? Well, these usually sell (at Wal*Mart) for around $14 each. I just got the whole box for $4 bucks.
All repeats of old themes, with the exception of “Roofman”. It’s about a criminal who hides in a toy store. The reset is cartoons and repeats, including “The Exorcist” and “Frankenstein” remake. Some of these have great SFX, but push the bounds of believability even in fiction. Check in later to see if I used the movie money to get in the van and go for a drive listening to the audiobook. I watched the trailer for Black Phone 2, it’s about as insipid a string of clichés even possible.
And I will not be bothered with “Truth or Treason”, yet another holocaust spin. As if the world does not know 70 million people died to prevent Germany from creating its own private banking system.
Reputedly the worst-designed ever.
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Following good advice I took the afternoon off and toured Thonotosassa. I’m not the guy who cooks up these names, I picked it because I don’t know which syllable has the accent. I took 60 past Plant City, then side roads. Did I discover any adventure? Nope. I’ve never much liked that terrain northeast of Tampa. Turns out like many town names on the Florida map, the town part is missing. It’s a very third-word drive, I’ll explain.
What’s missing is history. On the east (Atlantic) coast you can find locations that are like, 350 years old, but not on the west side. Tampa was pretty much a log fort and the city has maybe 20,000 people by 1900, fueled by Civil War reconstruction. But it was nothing until the railroad arrived, after which the city had a lot of firsts, like trolley cars and electric lights and airports. But even after two world wars, population barely passed a quarter million and that has barely doubled in the past 70 years. I drove around [Thonotosassas] for twenty minutes to find anything like an historic district, with no luck.
So I stopped at Dollar Tree to find some super-thin balsa to see if it can be safely laser cut. I did see the worst camouflaged cell tower on the way. Check nearby to see if I got any photos of it that turned out. It's a truly is pathetic spectacle.
The day has ended without any EBT riots. Not a whimper. This will be interpreted as proof that most people don’t need it. Pretty much all the cards are now in Trump’s favor. That Schumer dude and all his threats that used to work so well has now lost face. That’s an uh-oh in political America. He was obviously planning the Deep State would keep him above the law, but his failure over his prime "get Trump" directive could get him thrown under the Democrat bus.
ADDENDUM
The sad news is for the first time in my life, I required more than a day to recover from an afternoon of fairly easy work on that floor. The decline is well underway. I grabbed my bass and played “Folsom Prison”. And some classics. This caused major reminiscences, which included the first piece of bass music I ever learned “videlicit” because it was bass, and which brought me my first ever standing ovation. One tune, two firsts. There were other firsts but this has always been my favorite. “Last Train To Clarksville.”
Yet I do not remember when that was and it was in a blog doldrums, no real written account. It was at the Sports Pavilion, but was that 1990? 1992? September? October? It must be mentioned somewhere in this blog. If you find it, leave a comment.
