One year ago today: June 11, 2025, the peach tree is gone.
Five years ago today: June 11, 2021, I delete slow songs.
Nine years ago today: June 11, 2017, it costs too much.
Random years ago today: June 11, 2016, at the Palmdale Cracker.
This is a Japanese drone lifesaver. I can’t find any English but apparently it works on GPS and hovers overhead. The victim can grab a handle and pull the frame around himself as a flotation device. Sorry, that’s all I could find on it and I’m too whooped to make a video.
Since y’day it has become evident that is where this duo will wind up playing, that brings another issue into focus. Put simply, I do not want the headache of band management, yet guitar players are notoriously bad at it. Put a guitar player in charge and your band will still be playing the same skid row bars and song list 35 years later. Tell ‘em, Hippie. But that is what is shaping up here and for the sake of playing gigs, I will tolerate it.
The bright side is that area is also good for business. The highest paying gigs in the past five years were community centers around Ariana, a district on the old Tampa highway. Nobody in the room under 70 except the band. And you get the bar-band professionals, all still alive and kicking in that part of the world. Who remembers that super-guitarist with all the backing tracks, I think his name was also Rick. Rick Dyer? Anyway, too common a name to google.
Turns out he is playing the circuit around there. I saw him several times at the old club when it was a real club. Yes, it is a slick show, as one would expect from someone using the same backing tracks for years on end. Years and years. The practice y’day with Ricko brought out dozens of shortfallings. He does not know how to transfer computer files, or download and print lyrics. Turns out he has only used a pay site. Who pays for song lyrics? By the way, he forgot all the words to all the songs including what we played just last week, but could sing the choruses when prompted. He has no printer in any case. Where have we seen this before?
Music will dominate again. Will this new guitar player make it to stage? Don’t conclude y’days list of shortcomings was final. Example, in the 160-odd hours that has past, like 99.99% of guitar players, he assumed he was so good it would take time for the rest of the band to catch up. This gives him a breathing spell to patch any weak spots. So he did not bother to practice. But then, this bass player shows up that has plainly put in twenty or more hours since last week and knows all the new material to a tee. The knee-jerk reaction “bass is easy” just got put on hold. This new [bass] guy knows the intros and riffs and even which chords you play wrong.
He also has that amateur bad habit of playing E when it is an Em. He is also unlearned in music vocabulary. And yes, I know both the classic terms and the slang, so no squirming.
xow nice that not one MSM radio, newspaper, or web page reported on the attempting beheading by an African y’day in Belrast Not one. It seems three jeets died trying to sneak a tanker through the Golf if Hormuz. It could mean in Urdu there is no word for “blockade.”.And it seems a lot of people are upset they cannot murder White people without consequences. Careful, I say, some races are slow to anger because they know what will happen to evil people.
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Another nothing day. I had to disappoint a few people, including the Reb who simply has to be the most forgiving person alive. I fed the birds some extras, with a treat they love—dry ramen noodles. I throw out my old stock from the hurricane chest. Overall, I’m weary, especially my hip joints, a most unfamiliar source of any concern for me. I took to reading some more in one of the most boring books imaginable, my paperback on oil tanker design. I think my brain finds it challenging enough. I’m on a chapter about the correct size of bulkheads to keep oil from sloshing around in heavy seas. Now that is obscure knowledge.
The red is so I can see it out the birdie window. If it works, I’ll design a gauge and figure out some way to calibrate it. Then the neighbor came by and paid me twice as much as I asked for repairing that hand truck. It’s now in better than new shape, though he could have bought a new one for less. But he insisted so the cash is now slated for Tennessee. Taking it super easy, I got some pieces stained and decided I do not like the color “Maple”. It has a reddish tinge, reminiscent of Elvis wood, which I’m not partial to.
xWait for a dry day and I’ll see if I can get a photo of how much that wood will bend, It’s too slow for the time lapse, though over 24 hours it can really morph. I took one of the pickets that had an usual pattern and made up a Fake box for Tony out in Georgia. The wood that has been damaged by sun, weather, or even surface mold, comes out looking much nicer than the regular planks any time. But one cannot, obviously, duplicate a matching set.
My task is to make up a box jig, a more complex task than the other jigs I’ve made. The pieces are smaller, meaning they must be cut with the smaller lengths first unless I cut the pickets in half, a tiresome process. This means making a special saw sled, which I’ve done before but never with satisfactory results. I now have the cash for that dado set I’ve always wanted. According to the news, since I’m paying cash, I’m in better shape than New York City.
ADDENDUM
While I’ve got you reading technicals, I finally took apart one of those tilt mechanisms from a microwave. It’s nothing special, an ordinary microswitch (about 14¢) in a plastic housing with a weight as shown here. See the marble, remember that marble. It's the size and shape of a musket ball.
