One year ago today: June 19, 2025, it automatically unlocks.
Five years ago today: June 19, 2021, you ‘evidence-seekers’.
Nine years ago today: June 19, 2017, easier to sing.
Random years ago today: June 19, 2004, says he was buying.
“Good morning, you’re on the Shopper.” Station Bartow was clear this morning, so I listened to one of those classics—people call in to sell things. I was amused by these shows as a lad because most of the callers are hicks. The Internet has ramped up this disparity to hysterical, truly side-splitting priceless comedy. Back in the day when it was called “Trade-io”, I actually heard that broadcast of kid who called in to sell a washer, dryer, and dining room set. Finally, the DJ asked him how he got all this stuff and the kid said, “I don’t care, I’m getting that motorcycle.”
For me, it was age, not ability that did me in. The new guy, Ricko, has been a disappointment for rehearsal and new material, but let’s get out the balance scale. He always calls, he admits when he can’t or didn’t practice, and I was content with his abilities when he jammed along to my material. (Bearing in mind my list is simplistic due to lack of contact with decent rhythm players.) He has the musical ability and there is no doubt he’s been on stage and been a front man. To a degree, at least, he’s worked a room. Makes sense, he is kind of funny looking, large ears. Myself, I’m about as generic as they make them.
My short-range plan is we should rehearse here as often as he can make it, but be prepared to both practice and play in his vicinity. His reaction to “rhythm bass” is very positive, I speculate he’s never heard arranged duo music before. My kitchen is now aromatic with poly fumes, and this was one great way to spend a Friday morning. It prevents that attitude that you get so old nobody cares about you any more, the one [attitude] caused by doing nothing all day.
Ha, that police guy who gave out dog poop sandwiches to the homeless is in the news again. Don’t get me wrong, that was stupid, but at the same time I personally know what must be done and what it takes to not become homeless. So don’t expect a lot of empathy from me toward those who cannot be bothered to make the effort. Did you see the 99 tiny houses that millionaire built for the homeless? He did exactly the wrong thing building the houses next to each other. Now they can spend 100% of their welfare money on getting high instead of getting out.
Don’t argue with me, I’ve been there. I know first hand the power these people exert to drag back anybody who tries to escape their ranks. The last thing they want is an example of how it is done. And how about those Chinese military planes? They seem to be flaming out a mite too often. Engine failure, I was surprised to learn (from youTube) that these are not entirely Chinese. They are a Chinese copy of an older Russian model which is a knock-off of an even earlier British design.
I’ll tell you what else is catching fire a lot—churches up in the Somali-states, particularly Minnesota. Just churches, never mosques or synagogues. The Arkansas governor announces big gains in test scores after schools quit teaching race and gender theories and switch back to basics.
Lexington Opera House.
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The shed was cooler than the kitchen, so I puttered. Built a storage case for my jigsaw. That’s the saw that everyone on-line can cut perfect curves except me. There are two large fans and as long as you waste little time moving between them, the work area stays comfortable. I foolishly removed the router guide and now can’t find it. So I stained some wood and tidied up. I might just get this place shipshape again.
You see, some of the callers have been around forty years and know the ropes better than the DJ. Like they know you can’t well guns, pets, or livestock, but they know you can ask to buy them, duh. There are seven boxes in this view, icluding the two ebony trials, only one has poly shown here. Staining is done in batches, just one of my habits.
Until then, how about an old movie, I’ll choose “Tango and Cash”, and coffee instead of popcorn. Call it a day, and just in time. Small gout attack, right heel. So, I sat down and watched some nostalgia videos, mostly youTube. I was astonished then as now how many people had unimaginable head starts in life and did nothing with it. Women were better looking fifty years ago, across all age brackets. I see by 1970, color photography was not yet well-established. I still believe “middle class” is a definition of parents, not families, whose children could be borderline destitute.
Then pictures of Woodstock, if people asked why I was not there, I would point to those thousands of hippie vans. These things cost money that I would not have available for another twelve or thirteen years. I like the courtroom movie scene where they plead guilty and the judge asks if they do so of their own free will. Right, free will to get 18 months instead of 25 to life.
The real feel out there was 108°F, with the actual hovering around 98°F. I have some ba news, the house across the way finally had the owners show up. They bought the place with a government grant, so they are there to stay. It is rarely the neighbors who cause the trouble, it is who their teenage offspring bring home. There goes the neighborhood, but it is also a place where everybody is on the lookout. I’m not saying it is wrong, I’m saying it is not a good development.
Some famous bass player died and I never heard of the guy. He is band had a hit around 1990 that I also never heard. Am I living in a vacuum? I listened to the “hit” and it would not have impressed me at any time, sounding like a movie track. They are a gospel band from Texas that relocated to Nashville, and I still never heard of them. So much for the impact of TV. Most of the bands I ever played in could not move across town, much less relocate to Tennessee. I gave a listen to their other hits, billed as alternative rock. They don’t rock at all, this Sixpence band. But it gets me he was just 50, had a stroke, and didn’t last a week.
In an ultimate, for me, display of old-age laziness, I’m investing in one of those springy grabbers for my work station. I’ve neglected updating the budget sheet because I know this unprecedented stretch of inactivity through all of May has me several hundred dollars ahead, even after that $508 trip to Miami, of which $192 was gasoline.
ADDENDUM
My hands and chest are still very dry, which seemed an immediate after effect of that anesthetic again. No, it does not help to use moisturizer, which makes things feel greasy. Another after effect, small moles that appeared at the catheter sites.
This is a picture of grit. This got my attention because it is pink and that is not common in the mine tailings near here. The dark splotch has striations that match the pink grain. I seem to have gotten covered with this from the shed. If it is worth anything, let me know. Pink molybdenum or something.
