Listening to Larry Carlton’s guitar solo on Kid Charlemagne makes me think all those years ago Steely Dan gave me an unfair baseline for what constitutes a good solo in rock.
One plot line that was left out of the New Testament was that Doubting Thomas just followed Jesus around saying “But who’s gonna pay for all that?” to whoever was within earshot.
My cat, Venn the @#$%!, has taught himself to wake me up by leaping from the headboard onto my groin. I don’t enjoy this.
I’ve outsmarted him again though. I get up at 3:30am now.
This is him after explaining … the rest “Venn the @#$%!”
Mr. President, since you’re in the mood for giving out medals, I just wanted to let you know I’m on my way to set fire to a homeless encampment. I’ll swing by your place afterwards to pick up my bling.
- I really want there to be a cure for cancer.
- Thirty years ago Rush Limbaugh was a bloviating, bigoted, jackass.
- Last week Rush Limbaugh was a bloviating, bigoted, jackass.
- Today, Rush Limbaugh is a bloviating, bigoted, jackass.
I’m not sure if this is resistance or acquiescence, but I’m listening to this wonderful music to deal with yet another grey day here on the plains.
So here’s a bit of what we have so far.
"That was a disgusting, immoral display that objectifies women."
"That was a powerhouse performance by two strong women who aren’t afraid to express their sexuality."
"If I wanted to watch
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After almost 5 years, my 1st generation Apple Watch has lost the ability to record whether I have stood up and walked around during the last hour.
The tyrant has fallen.
I am free.
If you believe that freedom comes from physical constructs (guns, walls, etc.,) and you don’t work to create an internal, personal construct of freedom that releases your mind from fear, then you equate freedom firstly with violence instead of love and respect and you are always going to be afraid.
I know what it feels like to be over-matched; to find myself trying to operate beyond my abilities. That’s why this confirmation of what we feared, no, what we’ve all known, fills me with dread.
You’re in over your head. … the rest “Dread.”
Wherein Nate Smith’s snare drum gives George Lawrence Stone, Ted Reed, and Joe Morello a big fat wet kiss.
Here is a short list of men I’ve never met whom I nevertheless allow into my ear-holes. They are buglers of some renown. The list is in order of something.
1. Woody Shaw
3. Freddie Hubbard. The Maiden Voyage solo was a career.
4. Miles, particularly if he was pissing someone off at that very moment.
5. Don Cherry/Lester Bowie/Bill Dixon, because WTF guys?
Also, Clark Terry, we did meet and it was seminal. I love you.
Also, also, whoever decided I should have to stop and look up whether it’s ‘who’ or ‘whom’ every time (and then still get it wrong,) should be wrapped in an old Sousaphone and set adrift. You know what you can do with that ‘m.’
I ended a streak tonight. After 167 consecutive days of walking at least 5 kilometers (3.1 miles) outside, I was thwarted by ice on the pathway.
It was a good run. Some days I would do 6K, some days 10. … the rest “Streak.”
I’m not a religious person, but Sunday does remain my day of rest. A good time to reflect and do some of the light chores that don’t require my full mental focus.
My music collection contains around thirty versions of … the rest “Come Sunday”
No worthy problem is ever solved within the plane of its original conception.
I started today strong with good food and a good friend and then I started feeling slower and weaker as the day went on. Like something got in my bones.
No symptoms just fatigue. So I did the only thing I really know how to do, which is move.
I headed out for my daily walk, but it’s already 8pm so it’s dark. I’m kind of slogging along listening to music.
Just as I’m walking around the pile of ‘decorative rubble’ that marks the halfway point at Parkville South H.S and Highway 9, Marvin Gaye sings,
“Don’t you know how sweet and wonderful life can be?”
You know how he does it. Damn.
It’s like having all the tired cells in your blood injected with honey.
Feeling better now.