Seriously-Honorable Mention: Would You Please Turn On the Fish Tanks?

[ ]This is my next-to-next-to-last gf Paige. That's two of our cats, Ringo on the right and Tabouli on the left. Paigey was a trip and she had a great sense of humor, quite unlike my last gf. We were together almost nine years, and for about the last 40% of that time I was playing music and touring full-time. I'd get in from a gig at all hours of the day, night or morning, depending on how far we had to drive home. Most times I'd roll in around dawn on average, and usually I'd crash on the couch so I wouldn't wake her up. She'd usually get up a couple of hours later, when I'd still be comatose. She'd be very quiet walking by but I'd stir out of my stupor. [ ]If I could move, sometimes I'd go get in bed and sleep for a few more hours, but most of the time I'd try to get up. Typically I'd get back on Sunday after being out of town from Wednesday or Thursday on, and I'd want to spend some time with my gal. Sometimes we'd play the weekend in town and that was a different story. Usually she'd be joining in as long as it wasn't a school-night. Many times she'd have to join in whether she wanted to or not, because we'd head back over to the apt we shared and stay up getting buzzed and laughing until dawn, and she'd be in the next room, bless her heart. [ ]The only time we ever got really loud was when we were laughing, and we did a LOT of laughing. We put some fun vibes into that building. Luckily almost every one of our neighbors happened to be good friends of mine, and even my sister for a time, and nobody could really get that mad at people who were laughing their asses off. It was contagious. Anyway If I'd been out of town I'd make plans to try to sit up in the next few minutes but I'd still be in La-La Land. I had several aquariums at that apartment. I didn't have them on timers but I turned the lights on and off at roughly the same time every day. Paige was great about taking care of the fish while I was gone and I never had a single problem even if I were gone for ten days straight. [ ]One morning after I'd been asleep maybe three hours she walked in and I sort of woke up. I got my bearings and realized I wasn't on the road any more and saw Paige walking by. "Could you turn-on the fish tanks please?" I asked. "Sure" she said. She must have been feeling her oats because she got a sly grin on her face, walked over to the aquariums, unbuttoned her shirt and flashed the tanks. I lost it laughing and it became a thing. I have to say that she had a kickass sense of humor, and she sure knew how to turn-on an aquarium.

Band of the Day

Question of the Day (as Sung by Kendra Sutton): How Do You Do Your Dale's?

"Do you baste it on your chicken; do you marinate your steak? Do you brush it on your burgers? When you grill it makes 'em great. Veggies and steaks that you've done so well...how do you do it? How do you do your Dale's?" https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qmXJ5RuPJCo Sorry, no link.

What Do Doctors Know?

[ ]Here's a stat that didn't surprise me- in a survey of roughly 7,500 doctors, over 60% reported their patients having "considerable" negative effects from The Big Jabowski. Isn't that interesting? Here's one that did surprise me- only 40% of doctors have had the shots. 40%. I WONDER WHY. Wake up. DO it.

The Numbers Game: Rockin' the 11s

[ ]Yesterday I posted a video with a fucked-up soundtrack. I was filming some Lightning Bugs at dusk, and I got out one of my toys and did a deal right on the spot, just to have some sound, since the video was pretty much blackness. I thought it was hilarious but I could definitely see most people thinking it's heinous, and that's fine. Heinous is in the ear of the beholder. It has around 33 views so far, which is about average for my vids. There are three likes, which is less than half of what I usually get, but again it's understandable. Most people were probably afraid to comment. Maybe they think the track is somehow a reflection of my mental state, which hopefully isn't the case. Apparently those three people have a sense of humor. You'd need one to listen to that stuff. [ ]A couple of people who commented actually liked it, but my favorite comment came from my girl Marci T. She's a trip and she doesn't hold back. She said something like "This is s nice place to be...NOT!!!" That cracked me up. So far no one has suggested I get mental help, so I guess that's good. My long-time musical collaborator, Thumb, and I have been planning a "remote recording" with a guy named Pete, who plays guitar and Pedal Steel. He's fairly conservative in his musical tastes, and not much into the "Noise" scene, which the track definitely qualifies as. He said he wanted to start with something "slow and pretty," so as a joke I told Thumb to send it to him, when he gets through looping, mangling, treating and God knows what else he'll do to it. I told him to tell Pete that it's a love song. Maybe he'll get the joke, but he's never played with Thumb and me before, and if he does he'll be in for an adventure, and he needs to be broken-in properly. I think it's hilarious but then again I record tracks like this one. These days I'm about half a bubble short of level anyway. [ ]11 is an extremely powerful number, to both sides, and when I looked at the vid after about three minutes I started seeing 11s, with some basic Numerology that is. First there were 11 views. The video is 56 seconds long, which adds to 11. I had 209 subs, another 11 (2 + 9). Even the date, 6/18/2021, adds up to...you guessed it...11 (6 + 18 = 24, + 2 = 26, + 2 = 28, + 1 = 29, 2 = 9 = 11). Lots of 11s there. Oh, and 11:11 is mega-heavy. When the HD version finished loading I hit Publish. I looked at the time and it was...that's right...11:11. How 11-ish is that? Sure it's a coincidence but I dig it, and this time there were no 666s. 11 is heavy. Embrace it. Numbers rock. Numbers are musical. Numbers are how we got language. Numbers have frequency and numbers have power. In the big picture we're all just a number anyway, on a Social Scrutiny card, but it's all good. Have a numerical day, and Rikki don't lose that number.

Clickbait

[ ]If you're an ordinary Goober like me and a thumbnail pops up in your YT feed, showing a gal with huge tits in a bikini, and prancing around in a waterfall, are you going to click on it? Of course you are. Ehhh...she's okay. Not my type really, although maybe she's really nice, and to many men that's the look. Her breasts are a bit large for my taste, not to mention too much plastique. It says "Bikini Try-On" but that's just more clickbaitery. We don't actually get to see the entire trying-on process, even though you can watch (totally) nude Yoga on YT all day long, and how that doesn't violate their bullshit "terms of service" I'll never know because they're buck-naked, but bikini chick would get thrown off YT if she showed skin. I wonder how that works. [ ]So just for purposes of research for this post I scanned a few of her vids. Mostly she's "camping" and "hiking" and quasi-frollicking around in the Great Outdoors, and most of the time she's wearing a bikini, sometimes with a pair of Daisy-Dukes on, if she has to walk through rough terrain. The rest of the time she just smiles and does things in a bikini. I wonder how much her channel makes off of dipshits like me. Probably a lot, and that's why they call it clickbait. At least I knew I was being clickbaited. So, are her videos loaded with great camping info, some sort of commune with Ma Nature, valuable survival skills, etc., some great epiphany about life, or is it just about the bikini? Let's just say there's fifty-million outdoor vids on YT.

Photo of the Day

"Skull Ring with Mbira"

Sticker of the Day

This looks real. If I had a car I'd put it on the door.

Quote of the Day

"Today we call the 'demons' and 'angels,' but tomorrow we'll call them something else." - Aleister Crowley

Mark of the Beast?

Is the microchip the Mark of the Beast? I think so. Revelations 13:16-18 says: "And he causeth all, both small and great, rich and poor, free and bond, to receive a mark in their right hand, or in their foreheads. And that no man might buy or sell, save he that had the mark, or the name of the beast, or the number of his name. Here is wisdom. Let him that hath understanding count the number of the beast: for it is the number of a man; and his number is Six hundred threescore and six." Is this just another "coincidence," like so many people say? If you ever read Revelations with an open mind, and compare it to what's going on right this minute, the "coincidences" should blow you away, but not everyone is going to see it. The key phrase is "Him that hath understanding." Many people will literally be blinded to this. It's called the "Great Deception." Prepare to be deceived. [ ]As I've said a million times, when these "coincidences" start adding up, at some point, and there's a name for it that I can't remember, but you must start to treat it as something besides coincidence, and Vegas oddsmakers will actually give odds on things like that, and believe me they bet on a hell of a lot more than just sports. I don't think it's a coincidence, and in fact I've been meaning for years to do a post about how we'd know that the Good Book is real when the microchip comes into play. It's going to be a part of the cashless-society (which is going to SUCK). Without it you won't be able to buy or sell. Hmm...isn't that interesting. Way back when I first heard about the Mark, I wondered how it could prevent us from buying or selling, but since there will be no cash transactions, you can't access your funds without a chip. And there you have it. Coincidence? It sure is a good one if so. [ ]A surprising number of people think that the jabbo is the Mark, but I say no way. For one thing I know lots of Chriistians who've been jabbed, but they'd NEVER take the chip. Plus there may come a time when people are forced to be vackzed, and taking the chip will be totally up to the individual. It CAN'T be forced upon anyone. I'll never take the jab unless they tie me down and poke me, and you can bet your ass I'll never get chipped. The story goes that if you take it you'll be signing your very soul away for all of eternity. If you don't believe in an afterlife that's fine. Whatever helps you sleep at night. Honestly I hope I'm wrong, and when we die that's all she wrote. Why? Because if it's true, then we're all going to have to face judgement one day, and eternity is a long time. You're free to believe or not believe, and also free to take the chip. God gave us free will. [ ]If you could ask @d0lph #1tler himself what the best way to introduce something like the chip is to have people beg for it, and that's exactly what's going to happen. How? Well, first of all they'll try to sell you on the idea of being able to wave your hand and pay for your shit, which I admit is convienient, but more than that it'll be cyber-hacking. It's rampant now. You may have heard that the world's largest meat-packing plant was shut down, causing ripple effects we haven't felt yet. I'm not much of a meat-eater these days but even if I took the chip I couldn't afford to buy anything anyway. The price of Filet Mignon just hit $30 a pound. Really? Bon appetit. Of course Dr. Bill Gates and all the elites want us all to be eating veggie burgers, lab-grown "meats" and even insects anyway, but you get the idea. BTW do you know what the elites call us? They call us "useless eaters." Look it up. It's true. They also call us "cattle" or "Goyum," which is the Hebrew word for cattle. Wake up. [ ]Soon enough cyber-hacking will begin to affect everyone on the planet. It already is, but most people aren't completly aware of it yet. When people's personal shit starts to be hacked, and you can bet your ass they'll make sure we know all about it, people will beg for the chip, for the "security" it provides. It will be secure, except from the designers, who in case you didn't know, build "back doors" into ALL this technology, whereby they can access your personal info without hacking or leaving any trace. The elites will know how and where you spend every penny, and they'll know every breath you take and every fart you make. No kidding. They can track you through the light bulbs you buy. That's right...light bulbs. Don't believe it? They're being used in nursing homes to track patients who might wander off, and they're the SAME BULBS we buy. If you think they make a "special edition" only for nursing homes...well, that's what they'd have us believe. The problem, for the elites anyway, is that some of us have woken up, and they know it. [ ]The story goes that Satan knows his time is short, and he also knows his eventual fate- the Lake of Fire. Alls he can do is the next best thing...taking as many souls with him as he can, and that doesn't include the MILLIONS who already worship him openly, and their ranks are growing by the minute. Speaking of Satan, did you hear that last year the Church of Satan partnered with Planned Parenthood? I wonder why. They made a big deal out of it at first but thank God there was enough backlash that they dropped the ad campaign, but they're still parternered, and you can check for yourself. Why would we EVER see such a wicked partnership in a supposedly-educated society? It's because killing babies is RITUAL SACRIFICE. If you can believe that "life" doesn't start until a baby comes out of the womb, you need to check your head. You're all about the bullshit propaganda they spew. They try to spin it like it's just about "My body, my choice," which BTW should equally extend to those who don't want to take the Jaberooski, although it won't be, but it's all lies. Satan is the Father of Lies and the Lord of the Flies. So...the Church of Satan hooked-up with Planned Parenthood. I say that could happen ONLY in the last days, where as the Good Book says, we'll take evil for good and good for evil. How could they spin this into ANYTHING positive, when it's pure evil? Bet your butt they'll try. [ ]People like me have been talking about this for years. I did a post a while back listing about half a dozen things I've been talking about in my blog as long as ten years that have come true, but when I talk about what else is to come, because I've done MY OWN RESEARCH, people still say I'm full of shit. They're just afraid, because they KNOW in the back of their minds that all this could well be true. No one can prove it isn't true any more than they can prove it is. If it IS true, then people who take the Mark will be in trouble in the afterlife, and it's irreversable. If you take the chip you lose your soul, or so the story goes, and you can't just cut it out and go back to square one. The chip will allegedly alter our DNA at some point, and if you don't think it could happen, look into how people's DNA is changing before our very eyes. It's very enlightening. [ ]When you start looking into all the "coincidences" in the Bible, you have to understand that when they were describing these future events, they didn't have the same words we do today. There was no word for "meteor" for example, so they called them "flaming rocks" (and flaming mountains...heads-up, y'all), which is exactly what they are. They certainly didn't have a word for microchip, so it was natural for them to say "mark." They got it right about it being in the right hand. To be fair it also said that the Mark could be on the forehead, but it mentions the right hand first thing. A few people have had the chip implanted in their left hand, but it's only natural it'd be in the right hand, since most people are right-handed. [ ]This is going off on a tangent, but I can do that. A good while back, maybe 15 years or more, a famous scientist announced that he was going to follow God and accept Jesus as his savior. It wasn't because of some calling or epiphany or a "religious experience;" it was beasically him playing the odds. He figured that if God and the Devil are real and there's an afterlife, he wants to go to the good place. He also figured that if it's not real, then that's fine too. At least he tried to live his life in a "Christian" way, and there's absolutely nothing wrong with that. I wish I could remember his name. I'd love to know where he stands today. I hope he's held to his convictions and not been lured back by the religion (yes, it started as a RELIGION, and STILL IS to many people) called science (SCIENCE). May God protect him. [ ]I'll admit that technically I subscribe to the same notion...if it's all just a fairy tale, then no harm, no foul. I've tried to live at least partly a godly life, although no one who read more than one or two of my posts would think I'm a Bible-thumper or whatever. I can't claim to be truly a godly man for a second, although most of the time I try. If there's a Hell then I don't want to go there. But for me it goes MUCH deeper than self-preservation. I feel a personal connection to the Creator, "God," "Yeshua, " "I Am," a "Higher Power" (HP) or whatever term you choose...it doesn't matter. People get up in arms when people use the terms "God" and "Jesus," saying that it should be "Yeshua" or "Yahusha" or any number of spellings, but they're arguing over the trees and not the forest. It's irrelevent. God knows what's in our hearts. As long as you call ON Him it doesn't matter what you CALL Him. He knows. Just don't be one of the BILLONS who'll call on the other guy...the "AC" for short. Many will be deceived. [ ]And if you want to talk about God and "coincidences," I've mentioned several times when I prayed to God and BOOM...within literally a second something truly unique happened, and if they were mere coincidences then the odds were staggering. Like the time I was just a couple of days from leaving my old apartment and my river and my animals, which I had to do to get away from an evil, evil person, but had me so despondent I was about to cry. I said a prayer..."Father, I know You're busy but I'd sure love to know that You were still in my corner," and within half a second I saw a blinding, literally, rainbow that completely overwhelmed my vision. It was like a rainbow plasma ball hit me in the face and I mean it hit me. It startled the shit out of me and scared me at first. I thought maybe I was having an acid-flashback, which is extremely unlikely, and rarely occurs anyway, or maybe I was having an extreme occular migraine or maybe even about to have a seizure...it was that intense. [ ]It took me a few seconds to recover, and try to locate the source. I thought it was the Sun shining on a glass bottle maybe, or someone was blowing bubbles or something. I finally realized that it was the very last ray of the Sun shining on the tail of a female Cardinal, and bouncing at the PRECISE angle to momentarily blind me. With a rainbow. BTW the rainbow may have been appropriated by a certain group that's part of the alphabet-soup gang, but originally it was God's covenent to us thet the world wouldn't have a second flood. Anyway it was without question the most intense visual thing I've ever seen, except if I was tripping, and I think it beat even that stuff. The Sun was literally seconds from setting and almost gone, and what was left was filtering through woods. I looked as far as I could see in both directions, and it was the only ray of Sun to be seen. I could see the entire ray and it was focused like a laser beam, and it'd have to be to cause such an effect. I'm a bit of a birdwatcher and I've seen a million birds in the Sun and I've never seen anything close to that. It flipped me out, and I think it would anyone. Coincidence? Maybe. But I say God is good. [ ]That's one of many "coincidences" that happened when I prayed. When I was telling my friend Beck the story a while back, and at the very instant I mentioned it, the biggest butterfly I've ever seen in my life in person fluttered up onto the deck and started hovering a foot from my nose. He was checking me out. He (or she) then did a few figure-8s, hovered in front of my nose for a few more seconds and then flew off. Beck was getting off on it as I was telling her about it. It was three times the size of a Monarch, and the distinctive pattern wasn't there. We know for a fact that for the last several years, birds, insects and other animals have been found in places they've never been seen in before, and the general consensus is that it's interference with the magnetic field lines of the Earth, which they use to navigate. That had to be what happened because I've never seen another butterfly that big (and seemingly keenly-aware of me) ever before, but the timing was impeccable. We talk about things being on "God's time." [ ]So the microchip...is it REALLY the Mark of the Beast? 666? We'll have to wait and see, but it's one hell of a coincidence. People will be begging for it just like they were for El Jabbo, and the pressure to get it will be intense. After all, if you can't buy or sell without it, which BTW will become FACT once a cashless society is implemented, how can we get by without it? For some of us that'a where God comes in. We believe He's looking out for us, no matter how distant He may seem sometimes. If He's real then one thing's for sure...He's got His hands full right now. This is WAR. Spiritual war that is. "For we wrestle not with powers of the flesh, but with the Powers of the Air." People will line-up to get chipped. [ ]If and when we all get 'chipped, one of two things will happen. Either it will be all good, and everybody will be overjoyed at being able to get rid of heavy ol' wallets and nasty, germy ol' cash, and be able to forget all their passwords and such, and there's not a nefarious deal to it, and we're just tripping, which could be true, or it's exactly like it was predicted in the Bible 2K years ago, and it's basically the equivalent of selling your soul for all of eternity. If you never want to think about that possibility that's fine, but if all this is true, then this earthly life is a blink of an eye, and it's our SPIRITUAL bodies, not our flesh-and-blood ones that are the true deal. It's like if you took the entire spectrum of light and laid it over a map stretching from Mexico into Canada, the tiny range of light that humans can see is equivalent to someone walking along that imaginary line, and taking a single step in Midland, Texas or wherever, and while the light spectrum goes on a great distance in either direction it's finite, and infinity isn't. It goes on forever. [ ]Most people would never connect the chip to the Mark of the Beast, if they even know about it. Most people haven't read Revelations. It's a great read no matter what your beliefs are, and it reads like the craziest Sci-Fi novel you ever read and that's no joke, and if you do happen to read it and think it's just a lot of crazy coincidinces, that's up to you. I don't think it is, and it's my right, my God-given right, to think so. Even if I starve to death I'll never take the chip, and if it should happen to be forced on me then that exempts me, since I'd never take it willingly. The Bible clearly states that the chip won't be forced upon anyone, and I think that will be the case in the 21st century. [ ]Oh, and did you know that there will be a deal where you'll have to renounce religion, specifically Jesus Christ, when you take it? That's right. Look it up. I forget what clever bullshit they came up with to justify making people swear-off their faith, but it's part of it. It's already written out. I'll look more into it and find out exactly where it says it. It's true, and it's all I need to know. You're not scratching your head and wondering about this shit by now? If you look at things from a standpoint that God and the Devil are real, then everything people say, no matter how crazy it sounds, actually makes perfect sense. If I were an evil entity and I controlled the way most humans act, those things are exactly what I'd do. Some of the tactics (theoretically-employed) are actually recognized war-stratagies, and there you go. It IS war. [ ]If it comes down to having to be 'chipped in order to access your money, which chances are you'll beg to be soon, will you take it? Again it doesn't seem fair, but then again the Devil doesn't play fair. People who've never heard about it...how will they know it could hurt them? I believe the only answer is that somehow we'll know the deal, and the fact that if people have to renounce Christ and others just to be able to get it, should send as clear a message as possible, to those with ears to hear anyway, or perhaps just those who are tripping, right? If it comes to it we'll all have to decide whether we take it or not, and there will be immense pressure to do it, including people like me. I'm not looking forward to that scenario at all but I know the choice I'll make. [ ]I don't share the belief that the jabbage is the Mark of the Beast, but I do believe all the plannedemic and 6' nonsense and mask bullshit was all just getting us ready for it, and when the hacking hits home people will beg for it. Not me. I'm not a gamblin' man, and I sure ain't gonna gamble with my soul, right or wrong. If I'm wrong and a chip is just a chip, then I'll starve. If I'm right I'll spent eternity in the presence of my Heavenly Father, and friends and fam who made it there, not to mention millions of amazing people I never met, for all of time. I used to wonder if Heaven might be boring...sitting up on a cloud playing harp all day long, but that didn't last long. It says that in Heaven all our "heart's desires" will be met. [ ]As far as that idea goes I can sure dig it, but I'm not sure it applies to every single desire. Either that or all our carnal nature will be stripped away and we'll no longer have the desire for those things, which would make sense, since there'll be no pain or sorrow either, but I'd be lying if I said I wouldn't welcome a puff here and there, and making love to a beautiful woman, in Heaven or on Earth. Notice I didn't say "fucking" this time. I'm talking about Heaven here. They say we'll have gameful employment, and whatever our jobs are we'll love every minute of them. It says we'll reign with Jesus on a "new" Earth for 1,000 years. It also says that after that time Satan will be realeased "for a time" to deceive the masses yet again, and some people have brought up the very valid point that we could be living in those years right now. That's a shitty thought but it can't be ruled out. Either way I've never understood why in HELL God would want to release Satan again after a thousand years, but to have faith you have to believe in things we can't prove. Like "gravity" for instance. It's a THEORY, but it's taken as FACT. Think about it. [ ]Like I said the "Mark" thing would be the final straw if I were trying to tell whether or not the things that were predicted 2,000 years ago are actually coming to pass, especially if I had to renounce Jesus. I'd never do that anyway but it'd tell me that it was EXACTLY what was predicted. To have a "mark" in your right hand, which without you can't buy anything, just hits way too close to home for me to just be a coincidence, but I can't say for sure. I can only say what I believe. Speaking of home, if this is true my home will be in Heaven. My job will obviously be a musician, and in Heaven I won't be just a DRUMMER...I'll be a MUSICIAN. My other job will be to look after all the animals, especially ones who were neglected. Not to mention that according to some but doubted by others ("Animals don't have a 'soul'"), animals go to Heaven too, and that thought makes me jump for joy. [ ]If there's no Heaven or Hell and when you die that's it...just like turning off a light switch, then that's fine too. And if some people don't take the chip and starve or worse, than we're all dumbasses and we'll die for no reason. If we're right, then in the end we win. They can do to us what they will while we're on Earth, but they can't take our SOULS unless we give them to them, and they know that. If this comes to pass, and it looks like it will, and people are already doing it, if you find yourself in a quandry about it, and believe me I'll feel for you, and if you want to know if God is really real, I'd suggest praying for discernment first, and forgiveness next. Then I'd pray for the Full Armor of God every day, but you'll get into all that if you join our team. I've said it before and I'll say it again, and this will be a toughie. One day you may have to make a choice, and this one could affect you for all eternity. Choose wisely, my friend. Have a nice day.

Sticker of the Day

Save Your Balls: Silver Nut-Protection

[ ]These cotton/silver boxers are the latest thing in shielding the coconurtz from EMF radiation from cellphones, WiFi and such. Don't believe it's an issue? People like my bro-in-law tell me I'm full of shit for even discussing EMFs. He just quotes what "They" say ("Of COURSE it's safe!") and that's it. I've known him over a quarter-century, and not one time have I ever heard him do anything but parrot the "official explanation." Not once. I think that's very dangerous to never question a damn thing, but that's how most people are these days. Google handles most of their thinking for them. [ ]If you still don't believe that EMF radiation is harmful, maybe you should check out some of the hundreds of videos measuring radiation from cellphones alone, or look at the PET scans that show for example the brain before and after a call is made and the phone is held to the ear. It should make everyone who sees it ALWAYS use the speaker. The vids show people measuring EMF radiation both before and during a call. They try to blow it off and say that it's only a small dose, which is somewhat true, but the effects of radiation are CUMULATIVE. It adds up. And again, all those people who see the vids and immediately cry "'SHOPPED!" are just showing their ignorance. For all the videos to be fake it would mean that every single one of the people who post them not only have some very sophisticated editing software, but also the knowledge to use it, and that's impossible. It just shows how most people think with their feelings rather than their brains. Study after study shows the effects of EMFs on things, and it's not good. Ignore them if you like. [ ]I'd buy these boxers if they weren't $89. That's insane, and I know there are ones that sell for much less. What attracted me was the name- SYB. I don't know for sure but I'm guessing it means "Save Your Balls." That's excellent. So many of these so-called "EMF protectors" are quack stuff. These boxers have 45% silver thread, and that's legit, or at least as legit as it gets. The safest thing to do is to not keep your phone in your pocket, but most people can't do that. They make phone cases that supposedly shield agaiunst EMFs but again some of them don't work. If you keep your phone in your pocket the best thing to do is put a shield between the phone and your nuts. There are several products on the market, but you can just fold up a sheet of heavy-duty foil into quarters and put it in your pocket. That's what I do if I need to have my phone on me. They make patches that affix to the inside of your pocket. That might not be convienient for many people, especially if you like to change your pants once in a while. They come in 3-packs, so if you get two you could EMP-proof your balls for almost a week. Foil works fine though. [ ]If you still don't believe that radiation from cellphones and such is harmless, maybe you should go to the US Patent Office's website and search the patent for cell technology. It's extremely unusual in that the inventor put in a statement saying that he didn't recommend the technology for general use because THE RADIATION IS DANGEROUS. I can't believe they left that in there but they did and you can see it for yourself. Think that stopped them from releasing the technology, knowing it was harmful? Obviously not. Do you REALLY think that these people have our best interests at heart, or are they only concerned with the Almighty Dollar? If you think it's the former then you should probably go back to Lol Cats and puppies and rainbows and Unicorns and shit, because I can't help you. If you won't believe me, or hundreds of videos or even your own gub-mint, then go on back to Facebook. Maybe you've gotten a new Like. Don't worry about the fact that mens' sperm counts have decreased by 50% since the 70s, and this is part of the reason why...it's no problem 'cause they say so, right? [ ]You don't have to buy $89 underwear to protect the fam jewels. A quarter's worth of aluminum foil will do the trick. If you want to get a dedicated shield, then more power to you. Or rather LESS power to you. Your balls anyway. They'd be comfortable too. They have a bit of nylon, which in the case of silver threads is a good thing, to help hold the shape, but if you take away the silver they're mostly-cotton. You'd have EMF-proof and breathable balls. How could you go wrong? If I were out playing music or whatever and actually out in public again I'd get a pair of SYB skivvies in a heartbeat, and I'd have zero qualms about using them as an opening line, and even unbottoning my Levi's to show the logo. When you get to be my age, and old and feeble and decrepit, you don't give a damn, and if you get slapped it's no problem...it'll let you know you're still alive and still in the game. Bring it. Should you stop listening every time they tell you that something is perfectly safe, when down the road the truth comes out that it was bullshit and they knew all along but they lied to your face (witness: 1-800-BAD DRUG for example), and should you take steps to protect your balls? Well, they're your balls.

Here You Go Folks

[ ]I've been saying for well over a year that this plannedemic is being used to induce fear, whereby you can control a population who's terrified to hug anyone any more. If you don't believe me, then maybe you'll believe these headlines. How about this one from telegraph.co.uk that reads "Use of fear to control behaviour in Covid crisis was ‘totalitarian’ admit scientists." How's about that folks? Are you starting to see the light? Notice the two key words- "Admit" and "Use." What does that tell us? Well, they're admitting it (and there you have it), and they're saying that it was USED, as in "on purpose." They're trying to control us by fear. How about this one from yahoo.com that says "Why using fear to promote COVID-19 vaccination and mask wearing could backfire." Again there's that word- "Using." THIS IS BY DESIGN, Y'ALL, AND THEY'RE ADMITTING IT. [ ]How can this not wake you up? Seriously. If you can read this and just go on about your day like it's nothing, you're either a fool or you're scared too shitless to even QUESTION things that you KNOW ARE WRONG. It's up to you. Stay asleep, and suffer the consequences, or wake up and smell the bullshit. It's too late to stop this shit but we can mitigate some of it. They're telling us to our faces. How can we ignore this? The choice is yours. Please...choose wisely. We need you. Our KIDS need you. Wake up! You can do it.

Shots Fired 3

[ ]I've been keeping up with all the gunfire that's been going on around here. It happened again and this time it was close, like right behind the building or maybe the guy downstairs. This time it was only one shot but it was from a high-caliber gun. It was damn close. Too close, needless to say. Maybe I was a dumbass but I went out back onto the deck to see if I could see anything. I hate shit like this and I want to know wtf is going on, and I'm not going to hide under the covers and hope it goes away. Plus I didn't know if I should call 911 or not. Speak of the devil there's a couple of cop cars nearby. They'll have to go it on foot to get to where the shot came from, and if they come close I'll go talk to them. [ ]Behind the building there's about 35' of grass, and behind that is a stand of trees and a drainage creek. It's really rough ground and you wouldn't want to try to cross it at night without a good flashlight or night-vision gear, but it could be done and it's not out of the question that some random nutjob with a piece set up shop and was waiting to plink people, and I'd never know. My dog would, but I wouldn't let him out. He kept barking long after the shot, as if something was still going on, but on the off-chance that it was a psycho I wasn't about to put him at risk. I'm way too skinny to make a good target anyway, so I wasn't all that worried. But as I leaned over the deck to look around I wondered what it would feel like if a bullet pierced my chest. A weird thought I know and I've never thought that before, but that shit does happen, as sadly we all know. [ ]I'd put money the shot came from the guy downstairs. Most of the time he's nice as he can be but he has some sort of "multiple-personality" thing going on. He's the guy that was trying to chop down a 40' pine tree with an ax, to "burn in his fireplace." You never know what else someone who'd do that might do. If it's him I'd have felt better hearing two shots, if you know what I mean. I hope he's okay. If I hear his door slam, which seems to be the only way he knows to close a door, I'll know he's okay, but this time I'm not going downstairs unless something else happens. I have others to look out for, and it seems like the wild fucking west around here sometimes. [ ]Since we moved in there's been three shootings at least, one fatal, about 100 breakins, a couple-dozen armed robberies and for good measure a couple of peeping toms. That was what was reported. The first week we were here I'd just gone out to walk. A guy in a white car was driving slowly by. All his windows were rolled down and he was leaning his head in his hand. I thought he was shitfaced. Two cop cars turned in behind him and I thought he was about to go down for DUI but that wasn't it. He stopped and said something to me but I couldn't understand him. I thought he was cooked. "Are you okay?" I asked. "No" he said. He went on to tell me that when he turned into the complex a guy with a gun jumped out and pointed it at him and made him stop and roll down the windows. He robbed him and put the gun to his head and said he was going to blow him away, but thank God he didn't. [ ]He wasn't drunk or anything...he was in shock. He'd called 911 and the cops got there in a hurry. I talked to the cops for a few minutes because about ten minutes earlier I'd seen two guys walk behind our unit and stop by some bushes one unit over. They were obviously hiding and were peering around the corner. It was definitely the same guys. I gave the guy and the cops a description of them and it matched perfectly. When I saw them sneaking around I didn't get a good feeling about it but I couldn't be certain they were bad guys. Turns out they were. I had the lights off and they didn't see me, but to think that they were armed and could've blown me away from pretty close range didn't make me happy. [ ]One of the previous incidents was a single gun and the other was an exchange between two guns of different caliber. That happened less than two blocks away, and the cops swarmed the place. I've seen them on foot at night several times, combing the area with kickass flashlights, looking for perps. I just went back out and it's all quiet. I wish the guy downstairs would make some noise so I'll know he's okay. He usually makes more than his share. As I mentioned he told me that he has a "shadow being" that lives with him down there, and sometimes it "takes him over" and makes him mean and makes him do bad things. Most people would laugh but that's the last thing I wanted to hear. After I saw his Paul Bunyan imitation I knew he was capable of anything. I've seen him go from calm to berserk and back, and that was no joke. He looked like Jack Nicholson in The Shining going after that poor tree, and it was a miracle I could talk him down. Something's going on. Some would say that a "shadow being" is a demon, including yours truly. [ ]The first shots were three blocks away, the second were a block and a half away and the shot tonight was within 100'. That means they're getting closer. We live in the 'hood, baby. This ain't Rock & Roll, this is genocide. I'm so happy I could bake a cake.

Heron Visit

[ ]Yesterday was another of those crazy coinkidinks, and it was a good one. One of the very first, and certainly the most interesting people I met on the meteor page on YouTube back in early 2016 was a cat who went by the name of Jeffrey the Heron. He was a trip and a half. He was super-smart and his sense of humor was bonkers. A bunch of us would get in the chat after dinner most nights and he'd have everybody rolling. He was extremely quick, and he'd reply to comments with one that was brilliant, but still so funny and out-there that it just blew us away, and there were some funny individuals in that chat. I've said before that if I hadn't become a drummer I'd have been a research scientist, and I'd have gotten grants to study things like why some people are hilarious and some aren't. I'd hook volunteers up to a PET scan or whatever and see which areas of the brain lit-up when they cracked a joke, both a standard joke and an impromptu one. Jeff would be a perfect study. [ ]I haven't talked to him in about two years, and yesterday he popped into my head so I sent him a text to wish him and his family well. I don't know if I'll hear back from him or even if the number I have is still current, but I tried. About a minute after I texted him I heard a strange sound outside, like maybe a really loud cat hurking-up a furball or a really pissed-off squirrel or something. I went outside and it was loud as shit but at first I didn't see what was making it. I noticed something out of the corner of my eye and turned to see a large, dark bird flying off, as the sound trailed off and dropped in pitch. It was a young Blue Heron. I had to laugh. What a coincidence. [ ]Adult Herons have a distinctive and funky call that sounds sort of like a cross between a dog barking and an angry old man grunting, but since this one was a baby it hadn't quite gotten there yet, and I didn't recognize it. It was still loud as fuck but it had a different tonality. But what are the odds of seeing a Heron a minute after texting a guy named Jeffrey the Heron? I've seen one other Heron here but that was two years ago, and about as long as it'd been since I'd called Jeffrey the Heron. I love life's little coinkidinks. Or is it synchs? I'm going to call them "Synchidinks" from now on. They're loads of fun. So after two years I text this guy called Jeffrey the Heron, and a minute later I see a baby Blue Heron appear not fifty feet away from me, and also for the first time in two years. Interesting, no? THIS HAS BEEN A COINCIDENCE.

Fill-in Story (rewritten from my first blog)

[ ]I told this story over a decade ago so I guess it's okay to tell it again. I talked to my buddy Doug yesterday and it came up so it's fresh in my mind. This is a band photo for the band Crosswind. Look at them dos, will ya, and that pose...classic. Doug's the one with the moustache...oh, wait...they all have moustaches. He's in the middle, and that's my old buddy Ron, formerly known as Ronald, on the right. The guy next to Ron had a real Afro and Ron was pretty close. Impressive. Kitty was the chick singer, and that term shows no disrespect. Joni Mitchell is a chick singer. Kitty was an excellent singer and she could cover any style as if it were the only one she did. They'd do "Back on the Chain Gang" by the Pretenders and you'd close your eyes and you'd swear it was the record. She actually is still making a career with her voice, in LA no less. I said she was good. [ ]I don't remember exactly what year it was but it was a long-ass time ago. Doug called me up and said that Ron was going to the beach for two weeks and could I fill-in and I said yes immediately. My only concern was that I spent most of my drumming-time playing to almost anything else besides what was on the radio, which is what they played, and they were damn good at it. I've been in that situation before, where you sit-in with a cover band, and since they play covers of popular music, and probably mostly listen to it too, they can't believe you don't know every drum part to every song on the radio. Luckily I'd at least heard most of the songs a few times, either in the car with someone or in the grocery store or at parties or wherever. Most of it was fairly basic and no problem, but if a song had stops or kicks or whtever I'd have to either learn it, write it out or if there was no time I'd just have to watch the bass player or whomever and follow them. Although I was familiar with most of their set list I still had to "cram" for the Crosswind gig, so I changed from my regular station, WENN, which billed itself as "The black spot on yo' dial" (no kidding), to whatever stations played the hits. [ ]Ron and I had been friends since we were kids. We went to the same church and our folks were friends so we were always hanging out. We were both into drums, and one year when I was 11 I think our folks got together at Christmas and bought us both the exact same drum kit, from Sears no less, so we both got real kits on the same day. We went to different schools and went off in different directions and I didn't see him much, but I'd hear him play here and there and I was pleased he'd turned out to be such a good drummer. If anything he was a bit stiff, but very accurate. And that hair! Many bands back then would've hired him on the strength of his hair alone. [ ]Doug recommended me for the gig, and I'm assuming Ron approved, although to this day he's never heard me play since we were kids. Doug and I would go on to play together in several bands but at that point I think we'd only played together one time, when I filled-in for his band Anequasy (I still love that name) when they were between drummers. Actually ScottyMac had decided to move from drums to keys, and they were waiting on whomever it was to play drums. I think we only played one gig but we rehearsed a lot for it. It gave Scott the opportunity to work out the keyboard parts and let the band still rehearse until they got a new drummer. I think I did them a large. I guess Doug figured I could handle the Crosswind gig after that. Their material wasn't any more difficult than Anequasy's. And BTW I bet this is the first time that word has ever been used in the possessive tense. Cool. [ ]I agreed to sub for Ron for two weeks and he was off to the beach. The gig was at the C-Shell 2 lounge. It was a fer piece from us, about a 25-minute drive. The last ten miles or so was a straight shot on highway 150. It went through mostly open country, with a house with a gigantic lot here and there. We rehearsed at the club, and the first day I drove there I was struck by how long, remote and boring the drive was and how I couldn't wait for it to be over, but that stretch of road would come in handy later, at night on the way to the gig. I got there and set up my drums. We shook hands, talked things over a bit and got to work. We only had two rehearsals, if that many, and I had to learn over two hours' worth of music to get through a night. We decided to warm-up on some songs I knew fairly well, so I looked over the set list they'd proposed for the gig. I don't remember all the songs but I remember Chain Gang, and I think Stop Draggin' My Heart Around and Gypsy. I'd never laid stick to skin playing a single one of those songs but again I'd heard them on the radio enough to know the basic form. [ ]It was really fun playing songs I'd never played before and nailing them first try. That first day I think they all relaxed after the first couple of songs...at least I could make it from the start to the end of a tune without turning it into a trainwreck or taking the tempo into the stratosphere. I was no Ron Parker, mind you, but I could get it done no problem. We did more than just relax after the first couple of songs...we started to groove. We knocked out around ten songs and there were no major issues I can recall. There were smiles all around, and at least they knew they wouldn't suck for two weeks while Ron was gone. I was sending a message to them like, "Hey, guys...you don't know me but I got your backs." [ ]I have to say again how much fun it was playing all those radio hits for the very first time. Again there was that thing where everybody assumed that surely I'd played that stuff before, but I hadn't. I didn't tell THEM that of course, but Doug knew. I was a Proghead, and I spent most pf my time playing stuff that had really challenging drum parts, so that theoretically I'd improve. I've always loved playing super-simple too, and really way more that proggy stuff...you know...bros before hos, and groove before chops. I figured life was too short to play to Top-40 when I could put some ELP on the turntable and try to hang on for dear life. And "Pop" has never been a bad word in my book, even though at least 85% of it is garbage...always has been and always will be. [ ]With Pop music you just have to wait for the diamonds in the rough. They come along once or twice. Of course there are the Beatles, so I can't diss Pop for that reason alone. Of course they were a special case, but there were bands (back in the day) like the Police, Steely Dan, Talking Heads, Roxy Music and quite a few others that managed to please fans, critics and record execs equally, with songs that were accessable to the masses but had enough stuff to please the musicians listening. And the drummers too. We did a lot of that stuff and it was a trip to be able to sit back and relax and enjoy the ride while we were playing the songs. And with all due respect to Pop music, the drum parts were generally less demanding than much of what I was used to playing, so I could throttle-down a bit and enjoy the surroundings a bit more, rather than having to use full-concentration the whole song, knowing there's a 32nd-note lick in 5 against 4, in 13/8 time or whatever. Believe me there's nothing wrong with rocking 2 and 4 all night. It's a gas. [ ]We took a break. Everything was going well. And then one of those magical musical moments that you live for happened. Kitty handed me a copy of their master song list. The set list they'd done for the gig was again mostly songs that were easiest to learn. She asked me to look it over to see if there was anything on there that wasn't on the temporary set list that I might want to do. I scanned the list for a few seconds, and there it was..."Frozen Love" by Buckingham Nicks. I lit up. "Y'all do this?" I asked. "Yeah..." said Kitty, "but..." "Let's do it!" I cut in. "I know it." 'No, we can't do that one." "Why not?" I asked, although I knew what her answer would be. "That song is complicated" she began. "There's stops and licks and changes. We don't have time to work on it." "But I already know it" I protested. [ ]I knew what she was saying. That song is basically licks from start to finish. Except for an acoustic breakdown that leads into a massive guitar solo, every line of the verses and choruses has stops, kicks, licks and tricks. It's all syncopated and it changes and the stops and licks are crucial to the song, and if the drummer misses even one it's a guaranteed trainwreck. I totally got where she was coming from, but at the same time it reflected a lack of confidence, and her not willing to even give me a shot at it. I got a bit insulted but I tried not to take it personally because she did have a valid point, but I just wanted to do the damn song. It's an incredible tune and I'd played to it so many times I knew it backward and forward. She didn't know that though. [ ]We went back and forth a few times and I was getting a tiny bit hot under the collar. She was taking a 'tude with me and was just assuming I couldn't play the song. I'll never forget...she was going on about how important the licks were, and I finally said "Do you play it like the record?" She was a bit taken aback but she replied "Yes." "Okay then" I said. "Let's try it." The other guys chimed in and reluctantly she agreed. Dude started in with the guitar intro and I was smiling. I knew it was going to be good. When the drums and full band come in it's just massive, and it was like that when we did it. I didn't make one mistake, and on that song anyway I knew I wouldn't. The rest of the guys nailed their parts, which made my job easier, but most-importantly the drums were right on the money. There were smiles all-around when we finished. [ ]It was a trip and pure joy for me to play a song I loved so much and play it with people who could really do it justice, and it was fun for them not to have to drop it from their set list until Ron got back. Speaking of, Ron and I played the exact same licks, kicks and stops, but aside from that we played it TOTALLY differently than each other. On that particular tune, Ron's ultra-precision didn't work so well and his playing sounded really stiff, as opposed to my somewhat-looser approach. That song just flows, and the drumming has to have more of a Legato feel than a Stacatto approach. It didn't go unnoticed by the band, and it was my favorite song to play with them, and there were some good ones on their set list. Whatever reservations Kitty or anyone else may have had about me being able to handle the gig pretty much vanished. It was one of those musical-moments you live for. [ ]We ran through a few more songs but everybody was relaxed knowing they wouldn't have to worry about me too much. If I sit-in with someone, even cold without a rehearsal, I want them to know I got their backs, and if there's time I'll do my homework until I know the material. In fact I could've snagged several gigs out from under guys I was subbing for but I'd never do that to anyone. It's bad Karma but mainly it's just wrong, and that would come into play later. It's like a guy's wife or girlfriend who might hit on me...it's a total no-no, no matter how fine they may be. It's wrong. It violates my ethics. So the first night of the gig I prepared to drive twenty minutes to get to the C-Shell 2. I prepared by doing a mental checklist...briefcase...check...water...check...spare sticks...check. Got my wallet, got my keys, got my dick...I'm good to go. Oh, and I rolled about five Js. That long boring highway the last half or so of the trip would come in handy. Highway 150 was mostly dark and desolate with little traffic, and I could smoke a big ol' doob without having to worry too much about being careful. There was plenty of time to get as baked as I wanted, in total solitude, but the first night I only had a few small puffy-wuffies. I was about to be playing a lot of songs that I'd literally never played a time in my life, although I needed to SOUND like I'd played them all a million times. I didn't want to be too fried, and I also didn't want to LOOK too fried, and make them think I was just a stoner who didn't give a shit, because I very much did. [ ]The first night was just a blast. I don't remember any hiccups at all, or for the rest of the week either. I really had to pay attention and watch for cues on songs I didn't know, but I bullshitted my way through it well-enough that nobody really knew I was playing the tunes cold. Doug and I locked-in and everybody followed suit. It was tight from the first number and it felt pretty natural. Back then I wasn't as concerned with being robotically-perfect with the time as I was getting the groove of the song and the feel and the licks right, and if it sped-up or slowed-down a hair, as long as it wasn't as drastic as your ex's mood-swings or whatever, it wasn't a deal-breaker, at least live. It's called "human." Having said that I don't remember having any glaring tempo issues either. It was an absolute blast. []I drove home with a great gig-afterglow and a grin on my face the whole way. We'd pleased the audience and the management and ourselves. Of course they'd already been there and laid the groundwork and proved they were a good band and all, but having me sub didn't hurt matters I don't think. Again I'd heard Ron play these tunes many times, and playing stiffly just doesn't work for every song, at least the ones back then. Stiff is the opposite of groove and flow. I didn't play sloppily at all but I did let things breathe a little more. I had to keep it steady because the C-Shell 2 was basically a dance club, so the tempo couldn't be all over the place. On breaks they'd play Disco and Funk and some Rock tunes that were danceable, and the people were really fun but fickle. They'd get up and dance their asses off on breaks, but if the band didn't groove they'd sit down and pay attention to their dates and their drinks. We kept 'em dancin'. [ ]The second night started off better then the first. We just powered through these tunes and I couldn't wait to count-off the next one. Luckily the basic drum parts to the tunes had snuck into my head through osmosis, hearing them on the radio. It wasn't Rocket Science (SCIENCE) to learn most of the drum parts, but one missed cue, where either you stop early while the rest of the band keeps playing, or they stop and YOU keep on playing, either way messing up the tune and looking like a total fuckup and everyone in the room knows it, can ruin your day. [ ]I have to say that over the years I've accepted as many last-minute gigs as I could, where there was no time for a rehearsal and I had to go in cold. It kept me on my toes and made me HAVE to listen to the other guys as opposed to going into my own world of wankage. It sharpened my reaction time if a change took me by surprise or whatever, and it made me a much more reactive drummer anyway. I get zero compliments on my actual drumming but I've been told that I have "big ears" and that I play for the song, and with many musicians (and drummers too) that isn't always the case. It's just how I grew up playing. I'm a song guy. When you're listening to a song it's sometimes hard not to focus mostly on the guy who's playing your instrument, but you have to just relax and take in the whole picture. I get just as much of a boner hearing a cool guitar or a sax part or whatever as hearing cool drum parts. [ ]Some time on the second or third night I started a thing that came to be known as "Chair Dancing." They had these huge swivel chairs on coasters, with the curved backs and tacked-leather. There was this young lady who'd given me a look and a smile earlier. I'd gone out on break for a breath of fresh air and when I came back in she was smiling at me again. Most of the floorspace of the place was a giant dancefloor. Between where she was sitting and the stage was maybe 75' of clear space. I noticed that the chairs looked a lot like the cars on the classic Tilt-a-Whirl ride, same color and shape. I grabbed the arm of the chair and spun it and sent her sailing and spinning across the floor. She went nuts and immediately asked me to "Do her again," and within about a minute everybody was spinning around and flying across the floor like lunatics, and Chair Dancing was born. The only people who didn't enjoy it were the regular guys who came in and refinished the floor every morning, and had to do a lot of extra work, bless their hearts. For everybody else it was like Six Flags with booze. Luckily there were no injuries and no one got sick. Except for the floor guys. [ ]Of course every gig story should have a girl, and this one does. Friday night a cute little darlin' took a shine to me. The C-Shell was a typical motel/hotel lounge. On one side was highway 150 and the Sticks, and on the other was the Interstate, so the crowd was a mix of out-of-towners and locals. She was definitely one of the locals. She was super-sweet and just as pretty as she could be, and she was couuunnntreeeee. She had an accent that would probably make people from up north think she was brain-dead, but after I talked to her for a while she was actually very intelligent and funny. She was really cool and we hit it off. Next thing I knew, on the break instead of chair-dancing we were out grubbing in the car. We decided to take it to the next level, but I wasn't crazy about having to drive all the way home and back before morning. She lived with her folks, and she said we couldn't go in or I'd get shot (seriously), but we could park out front. I said hell yeah and off we went. [ ]We pulled up in front of a little white house that sat way up on a hill, at the top of an unpaved driveway that I'd just as soon not driven up anyway. The yard was huge and sloped, and every ten feet or so they'd terraced the land and made level spots for chicken coups, rabbit hutches, gardens, birdbaths and what-have-you. It fit the definition of the "Sticks" to a T but it was really cool. Without going into great detail, Miss Honeydrip was a winner. She was sweet, horny, fun and funny, and she definitely had the Fire Down Below. Off to the back seat we went. I stayed from around 2am until literally when the rooster started crowing at daybreak. She told me Daddy'd be getting up soon and he was a pretty good shot from the front porch, and it'd be in my best interest to scoot. We'd been twangin' it for hours anyway, and we were in the chatting/cuddling stage by then. Yes, I can cuddle. I didn't relish the idear of trying to drive off with a bullet in my brain, so we made plans to get together in a few days. I kissed her and drove off. Little sister was fun as the Sun, and my car smelled like "country pie" for a week. [ ]Saturday night was a rip-roarin' party, with chairs flyin' and people dancin' and havin' a big time. I was already looking forward to the next week, but then there was some bad news, at least for me. Ron had gotten word about how good the band sounded and how much fun everybody was having, so he decided to cut his vacation short and scurry back, so that ended up being my last night. I was bummed. I had absolutely no intention of stealing his gig, but apparently that's what he thought might happen. I guess too much time had passed since we were close, and he didn't know I'd never do that to a stranger, much less him, but he came back to protect his turf anyway and I got my walking papers. [ ]I was really jacked for the next week and that was a huge letdown. I hated Ron felt that way. I was going to really miss playing Frozen Love. That turned from just a great song on the set list to something really special, and every time the guitar intro came in I'd get goosebumps. Losing a week's pay wasn't a big deal although I'd put a lot of energy into it. I was going to miss the C-Shell 2, the reefer-cruise along 150, playing kickass Pop tunes, chair-dancing, and maybe most of all my new friend. She couldn't make it that Saturday but we had plans to get together again, but I was never able to contact her after. I'd have gotten her number when I was with her but I thought I'd be back the next week. Big mistake. ALWAYS get them digits, first thing. You can always lose the number later, but you can't find it if you don't have it. Man I'm brilliant. [ ]I was bummed for a bit, and I think the guys in the band, and even Kitty, were sad to see me go. They knew I wasn't after Ron's job, and I think they enjoyed having a bit more of a relaxed feel to the tunes, for a week or so anyway. If the drummer is stiff then the rest of the band has to be somewhat stiff too, and if they aren't or they can't be it just makes it stick out more. I know my little honey was upset when she walked in the next week and instead of seeing my face up there she saw a guy with an Afro and a moustache, although he did have great hair, and his gig back safely. The poor floor cleaners probably didn't miss me too much, but I'd made friends with most everybody, and it sucked not to get to do it for another week. It'd have been even more kickass. [ ]Looking back I mostly remember the fun. I got a bit of a new appreciation for Pop music, and what it took to play it. Chair-Dancing was fun, and it had caught on quicker than the Twist back in the day. I never had stage-fright but I was still new to playing for lots of people, and I got to see what did or didn't make people groove. Sometimes you get a "listening" audience and sometimes a "dancing" one, and it's good to know how to work both. I was happy about locking-in with Doug and was grateful to play with people like Kitty and the boys, who could really play. Getting to play Frozen Love with a live band who could handle it was something I never expected, and is still a high point to this day. Taking-on Kitty was kinda fun too, and in the end I won her over. Well, not in HER end but at the end of the day. Good stuff. Thanks for the gig y'all, and I'll never forget the C-Shell 2. Music is the best.

Life

[ ]Life is so amazing and so beautifully-tenacious, and you never know where you're going to find it. We've had rain the past few days and these birdseed plants (Birdus plantificus) sprouted up in the cracks of this 2x4. I'll stuff a pinch of worm castings in there, and water them for as long as they'll keep growing. I don't know why I get off so much on things like this but I sure do. Have a nice day.

The E-mails

[ ]Have you heard about the Fauci e-mails that have come to light? They indicate exactly what people like me have been trying to tell you...this plannedemic is just that...it's been PLANNED. It's purely a psychological operation- a psyop. Look it up, and while you're at it, WAKE up too. You can do it. We're being LIED TO. Like it or not IT'S THE TRUTH. They'll do all they can to supress this info but it's there for all to see, and it takes about five minutes to look into it. Look into this shit people...this is our world. It's REALITY. If not for you, do it for OUR KIDS. Still think people like me are full of shit? Think again.