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Rock Shows, Well, Rock

Can you guess from the title of this post what we did last night? If you said “I’ll guess you went to a kickass rock show last night.” You win! Congratulations! Of course there’s no prize or anything for your correct guess, except for the warm sense of self-satisfaction for reading a dead giveaway and not fumbling it away.

We (B2 and I) went up to Greensboro last night to see Shovels & Rope at The Pyrle, a newish venue right in the middle of downtown. This is the 2nd show we’ve seen there, Patterson Hood with John Moreland being the first, a couple three months ago, and this is rapidly becoming one of my favorite venues, for a variety of reasons. Not least of which is because it’s only about 30 minutes from home. That’s no small thing either, as every other venue we/I have been to here in NC (10 off the top of my head) is between 45 minutes and an hour and a half away. Since last night was “An Evening With” (there was no opener) and it started at 8:00 we were home at 10:15. The old man lurking in various body parts of mine has a deep appreciation for that. My only complaint with The Pyrle is that the acoustics feel a little off. Or the mixer board/person running the board. I’m far from an expert on things of this type, but I noticed at both shows the guitars were way louder than the vocals, and the vocals seem a little distorted compared to what I’m used to at other venues where I’ve seen shows. I feel like otherwise it’s been a pretty great experience to this point.

Another key factor in favor of this particular venue is the plethora of dining experiences from which to choose prior to the show. The first time we went, we made a reservation at a cajun/creole place right across the street. (That btw is the 3rd slash I’ve used so far, idk why, but after noticing it I feel like I need to make them a point of emphasis moving forward, let’s see how I do.) That was the first time either of us had eaten there and the food/service/ambiance were just outstanding. So naturally I looked to make another resy there for last night, but, alas, they’re closed on Sundays. Our Plan B for dinner proved excellent anyway, a taco joint a couple doors down from the venue, that we’ve been to several times in the past. I had a couple of Korean bbq tacos and B2 had a Nashville chicken taco and a version of the ones I had only with tuna replacing the bbq.

I feel like at this point I need to diverge from my previous course here for a brief detour to describe one of the (many) endearing quirks B2 has. Bearing in mind that I have outquirked her by a factor of roughly 37. Also I want to tread carefully here so as not to offend/infuriate/piss off/cause them to launch a counterattack any of my female readers/friends. Many persons of the female persuasion (and some males as well, I’m sure) carry a handbag or purse of some type or another because, well, sometimes people need things and sometimes they need those things right. effing. now. and I totally get that, I truly do. There have been multiple times where I have asked B2 “Hey, do you have ____.” and the answer invariably is “Yes” as she reaches into her purse and produces the requested item for me. Now, here’s where the quirk part comes in. She refers to her purse as a “pocketbook” and my frequent comment to her is “Who has pants big enough for the pocket that thing could fit in? It’s a valise, if not suitcase. If it wasn’t for the handle it could be a steamer trunk.” Again my quirks are numerous, but I will always chuckle at her description of the weight lifting apparatus she calls a “pocketbook”. I mean, seriously, you could anchor a small watercraft with it.

Back to last night, after we ate we walked a couple blocks back to where we parked so B2 could leave her “pocketbook” in the car, rather than having to take it through security and check it etc, etc, etc. and due to the close proximity of, well, everything, we were back to the venue with ample time to get to our seats. Which is, of course, very convenient. So I’ll end this portion of the post with, yes, lovely venue, we’ll see more shows there, I’m sure.

The show itself was just excellent. This was my 2nd time seeing Shovels & Rope, and B2 saw them last night for the 1st time. It was not for lack of trying to see them however. The first time saw them was, I think, in Chattanooga at a music festival in the before times. I got tickets to a music festival in Charleston, SC that they were hosting. Then a crazy little thing called COVID 19 happened and the fest was among the things that didn’t happen. There have been, I believe, two other occasions over the years when I’ve bought tickets to see S+R and had to miss it for whatever reason. So I was very hesitant to buy the tickets for last night. Like I wavered with this decision for a week or so before I finally thought it was worth the risk. And holy crap was it ever worth it. For the unfamiliar, S+R are a husband and wife team, Carrie Ann Hearst and Michael Trent, they’ve been touring for 15 years, and they make more music out of the two of them than some bands do with 5 or more pieces. For example, this song, which they played last night, and, btw, is brilliant also and aptly demonstrates their multi-instrumentality. Watching Carrie Ann sing, while she’s playing the drums and the keyboard simultaneously and omfg, mind officially blown. While you’re watching that video (you really should) pay attention to the lyrics and it’s clear that in addition to their musical skills, they love their dog. “Runnin’ like a color-blind, love-sick fool, runnin’ like I’ll die if I don’t get to you, runnin’ like I got more legs than two…” I mean, come on. If you’ve ever had a dog in your life you can relate to those lyrics amirite?

I think I’m gonna tap out here, I have a couple errands to run and I need to get moving. So I leave you with my musical choice which, today, is unironically Shovels & Rope at a reasonable (note I didn’t say moderate) volume. I’m not gonna lie, I think the cherry on top of this sundae would’ve been to listen to Guns N’ Roses (see what I did there?) but having never been a fan, I thought why start now. Besides, how far can you push a bit?

Peace

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Hello In There

What do you write when you don’t know what to write? No, really, I’m looking for a little help here. I guess the nature of this interaction kinda precludes getting your help today. So I’m gonna try something I’ve never done here before. While scrolling through the backstage portion of the website I noticed I’ve got 5 drafts of posts that withered on the vine. For, I think, a variety of reasons. One, for example, has a final line of “I’ve just hit a wall here…….” so I guess that one’s pretty self explanatory. But idk why I dropped this one where I did. Maybe a similar reason? At any rate, I decided I’m going to take a previously unfinished draft and, well, finish it. So, without further ado, I take you back to April of 2020 and let’s try and put a bow in this one.

Usually when I pick a title such as the one here, I apologize to the original author. Not today. Last week the world lost an incredible artist. John Prine died from complications of COVID-19.

Obviously, this is not breaking news. And, in the grand scheme of things, maybe it’s nothing more than a blip on our collective radar. I mean after all, world-wide the death toll has passed 100,000 and of that number many famous (and, I’m sure, infamous) people have died. So why did this one seem to strike the chord it did? All I know is, I’m not smart enough to know.

What I do know is this. As I’ve read the various articles written about him this past week, it was obvious how influential he was on modern music. I read one piece that described him as the “Godfather of Americana” music and I think that’s perfectly appropriate. He was an amazing songwriter and, until his passing, I never really thought about that particular skillset of his. Shame on me. I first became aware of John Prine around 1976 or 1977. I worked in a restaurant at the time, and two of the other cooks, Ray and Skip, would sing Prine songs. Specifically “Illegal Smile“ (Ray) and “Please Don’t Bury Me“ (Skip) as we worked. I was also listening to XRT by this time, so I became familiar with other John Prine songs from his first couple albums. Here’s the part I never really considered until now though. He was 24 years old when he wrote songs like “Hello In There” and “Sam Stone” and “Paradise” and if you’re not familiar with any of them hit those links. Even if you do know the songs, they’re always worth a listen. And, as always, If I knew how to link to YT without the #*%#@% ads, I would. So apologies in advance for that. One of the other things that always blows my mind about John Prine is this- he was “discovered” by Roger Ebert, the Pulitzer Prize winning movie critic from the Chicago Sun-Times, at a small club in Lincoln Park. At the time Ebert saw him, John was still a letter carrier for the USPS in suburban Chicago, Westchester, I think.

John Prine is high on the list of artists I wish I’d seen when I had the chance. Although oddly enough, B2 and I did see his son Tommy, at his, iirc first solo show, over by Chapel Hill a couple three years ago. I’m pretty sure we’ve seen him twice now and actually, as I type this out, I’m pretty sure I mentioned seeing Tommy Prine in a post shortly after the fact. Hah! Sometimes I scare myself, lol. Here is the aforementioned post and the bonus is, since it’s from the 2nd time we saw him, I can relate my little tale about the first time.

I have no recollection how I learned of the original show, probably an email from the venue, but that’s just a guess. The opener was a name that, when I read it, I thought was familiar, but couldn’t place it, so that drifted off into the ether. The night of the show came and we found ourselves (we were easy to find, we know what we look like) at a small venue (The Back Room) which is part of a larger venue (Cat’s Cradle) that is legendary in the Chapel Hill, Durham, Raleigh area. As we walked in, I saw one of the flyers for the show listing Peter Holsapple as the opening act and, once agin, the name felt familiar, but I still couldn’t place it. The show started and Peter came up on stage and started playing a song that also sounded familiar. When he got to the chorus I recognized it as a song by the DB’s and the lightbulb finally lit. Peter Holsapple was half of the songwriting team (along with Chris Stamey) of that very band.

Here we are, now six years ish after the fact so obviously I couldn’t tell you much of what either of them played, but I can tell you we had a wonderful time along with the 40 or 50 other people that came out to the show. What I do remember is that Tommy played mostly original music, although he did play one or two of his Dad’s. Maybe Paradise, maybe Angel from Montgomery, I’m not sure but he did a fine job either way.

Ok, Imma wrap this up now. I feel like I accomplished at least a little something by A.) getting an old draft wrapped up and B.) getting words on a page again, so I’ll take it as a win. Oddly enough, even though the post centers on John Prine and his son Tommy, I’ve been listening instead to one of my playlists , titled Speeding Ticket, as I try and hammer away at the keyboard. Don’t ask, I can’t explain the way my brain works (or doesn’t) but I’ve thoroughly enjoyed my musical choice du jour.

Peace

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Let’s Try This Again

You know, stuff happens. I started hitting this happy place a couple months ago with every intention of regularly posting something that amuses, well, me certainly, but hopefully a few of you as well.

You see where that got us.

So let’s climb back up on this beyotch and see what sort of masterpiece I have in my fingertips today.

Even though I’ve been away from this for a little bit now, I’ve still made notes to myself about potential topics. Glancing at them just now I’m choosing to call an audible since I was apparently kind of angry almost every single time I made a note to myself. Rather than piss and moan about something over which I probably have no control, let’s choose instead to stay lighthearted and frivolous, shall we? I mean, I’m ok with rage-typing when the mood strikes, but that can cut both ways, you know? Sometimes venting my spleen brings a little relief, but sometimes it leaves me with spleen remnants all over the place and that’s a mess to clean up.

I’m actually going to break from my typical format here, at least briefly, because it offers a nice segue to the next thing I want to fit in. I usually include at the end a tidbit or two regarding what I’m listening to as I type. Imma jump right into that today. I’m listening to Grace by the late, great Jeff Buckley and holy christ it’s amazing. His talent; as a songwriter, singer, and musician, was just staggering. We just watched a documentary, It’s Never Over, Jeff Buckley, about him yesterday morning and it was really well done. It came out earlier this year and is available to stream on a couple different outlets. You should check it out. And also, definitely add Grace to your library if it’s not already there. Some of his songs, whether original material or covers, will send a chill down your spine. “I Want Someone Badly” “Lover, You Should’ve Come Over” “Last Goodbye” “Grace” and of course Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” all pop off the top of my head as favorites of mine. He also does a killer cover of “Kick Out The Jams” the old MC5 pearl. Yeah, you should listen to this album.

Now, I wrote that to get to this. It’s been on my list of potential ideas to trigger my writing for *checks notes* a little over 4 years. Now, to be faiiiiir, a lot of that delay was due to my distinct lack of being at this place, but today is your lucky day.

In September of 2021 B2 and I took a trip to Maine. It was fantastic btw. Amazing seafood, nice people, beautiful weather, pretty much everything you would look for in a trip of this type. Quick side note, holy crap people up there drove fast. I remember traveling on I95 between Portland and Augusta doing 80 mph and having the doors blown off by basically every other driver. This was not a phenomenon with which I am familiar btw. But enopugh of my driving habits, back to where I was headed with this…

We spent a couple, three days in Bar Harbor (Bah Hahbah for you phoneticists) and really enjoyed it. A large part of any travel we’ve done to this point, and almost certainly any travel going forward, is eating. The food scene in Maine generally, and in Bah Hahbah particularly did not disappoint. But the thing I wanted to get to isn’t food related, more like food adjacent, in that it happened while we were eating. We went to an Irish pub up there, the name escapes me because like I said, 4 years ago, but the “entertainment” was 3 old guys (apparently) inspired by Chicago as teens, now strolling downtown unleashed and playing barely recognizable versions of songs from the 60’s and 70’s. As they launched into what can be only be described through extreme generosity on my part, as a cover of the Stevie Wonder’s rollicking “Sir Duke” a woman sitting a couple tables away gleefully said “Oh, I love this song!” At which point I thought to myself “If that were true, you, madam, should be pissed off. Because what these alleged minstrels are doing to that song should be a crime against your ears as well as your musical sensibilities.”

That felt like a long way to go with not as much payoff as I’d expected, but I at least feel better for having cleared it off my ICRTD list, so I’ve got that going for me, which is nice.

I’d like to try and work this next part a little more fully in the next week or two, but for now I’m going to wrap this gem up by mentioning the OO and her SO came out for a visit week before last. We had a lovely time with them and I’m pretty sure they enjoyed their time in central North Carolina too. I (we) always appreciate when someone comes out for a visit. It’s a lot more involved than it may appear at first glance. So for someone to put in that kind of time, effort, and expense to visit with us? Yeah, there’s a lot of gratitude on our part. There were a few hijinks involved, nothing the authorities need worry about, but all involved parties need to grant clearances before anything comes out on the page here, you know?

I think I’m going to call it here today. I’ve got a couple odds and ends to take care of before I lose all interest in domestic duties, you know? For example, I’ve already lost interest in leaf removal for the day.

If only that were the last one, sigh. I’m fairly confident I’ll be dealing with them into next month. Such is life, amirite?

Peace

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Southernisms Episode III – A New Mope

Ok, for starters, and to get out in front of any Star Wars nerds that might be reading, I know I mixed metaphors in the title. But I couldn’t make anything witty out of Revenge of the Sith, whereas A New Hope seemed to fit my style. You don’t like it, write your own damn blog.

Now on to today’s literary potpourri. One of the things that B2 and I do throughout the spring and fall is go to baseball games. Specifically the games played by the 11 year old twin grandsons. They play on a local travel team (which as I write feels like an oxymoron, but it’s accurate. The team is local and they play travel ball). Moving right along. For the most part the games are within a 90 minute drive and usually within 45 so it’s not too demanding on us, no overnights, etc. They’re both good ballplayers and they really enjoy the game. That enthusiasm makes it so much easier to invest our time in their efforts. Geez that sounds harsh. We love the boys and we love baseball, how’s that? It’s a great way to spend time each week. All that to say I noticed something at the games this past weekend that got me thinking. If you’ve spent any amount of time here, or if you know me IRL, you probably just shuddered. It’s ok, you should be used to that by now.

Due to idk what, somebody on the team had to miss the weekend. Maybe it was an illness, maybe a prior family commitment, maybe the soon-to-be-mentioned kid happened to be available. All I know is the boys’ team had a “guest” player last weekend. If you’re unfamiliar with travel baseball, this is apparently kinda common, down here at least. Their team has had guest players before and I know of at least one occasion when the boys both guested on another team. At any rate, the guest player’s name was Ty. Nothing unusual about that, right? Many of you may know a Ty. Some of you may even be a Ty. It’s, well, I wouldn’t call it ubiquitous, but yeah, it’s a common name nowadays.

But this was what caught my ear and sent me spiraling down a bit of a rabbit hole. The name Ty, in the southern dialect, is pronounced Tah. Which, by logical conclusion leads me to believe that tie dye is, of course, pronounced TAH DAH (all caps to encourage your brain to read that with the appropriate sound of fanfare). Now, to be faaiir, I haven’t tested this hypothesis with my local (very local) native southern speaker, but I’m pretty confident I’m right on the money here.

Ok, here’s a brief editorial comment. Apparently I need to apologize for at least one and possibly two things here… A quick look at the top of this gem will show I chose Episode 3 for part of the title. I did that because in thinking I had written about Southernisms before I wanted to check back to confirm my thoughts. I quickly found a post titled Southernisms – The Sequel from a few years ago. Now, if you’re like me, seeing the word “sequel” in that title would lead you to assume that a prior edition of Southernisms existed. You, like me, would be wrong. Because I just spent 20 minutes looking for the original Southernisms post without success. So I’m sorry I don’t know how to count and you’re welcome for not having to fight the urge to look up the nonexistent original. Also I’ve already forgotten the other thing I may have wanted to apologize for, which leads me to my next entry on the topic of Southernisms. After all this confusion I’mma throw a duck fit.

Yes, you read that right. Duck fit. It’s a polite way to say lose your shit. Don’t bother asking, Idk the origin. It occurs to me I should really have B2 here next to me when I write about things like this, so I’ve got a quick reference handy. Although I’m not sure she knows the origin either. If I find out before I hit “Publish” I’ll let you know. Don’t hold your breath.

Lastly, at least until I compile some more (which will also probably be mis-titled)(just sayin) distinctly southern expressions, I’ll drop this one on you. What do you call the headwear, typically worn in the winter? You know the one; knit, usually snug fitting, possibly with a fluffy ball on top. Canadians call it a toque, but I’ve known it as a stocking cap, or a beanie. Here in this part of the country they are known as toboggans. I know, I know. I asked the same thing. They call them sleds. Even when they’re toboggans. Not the hat the sled. I hope you followed that one, I think lost myself. In summary- if you wear it on your head it’s a toboggan. If your butt sits on it as you slide down a snow covered slope, it’s a sled.

Lastly Lastly as I hammered away at this one I listened to some early Bob Dylan. I read a long form article on Dylan’s early days this morning on Mojo. I have to admit although I knew a lot of his early (ie early 60’s) work, I didn’t know a lot more of it. B2 and I went and saw A Complete Unknown in the theater last winter, shortly after it came out. I couldn’t tell you the last movie I saw in the theater, it had been quite some time prior to that. But we were both blown away by the film. It’s available now on Hulu if that’s an option for you. I highly recommend the movie. Unless you’re trying to write something at least theoretically humorous. If you don’t know Dylan’s songs from that era they were mostly either political or dark and sometimes both. Maybe I should go back to just listening to instrumentals while writing.

Peace

PS- because, well, you know… B2 wasn’t sure of the origin of “duck fit” she thought it might be a family thing. So of course I had to fire up the Google Machine because my curiosity got the best of me. And because I care about your education dear reader, here is the definition/origin of duck fit according to Wiktionary, which I’m sure is a highly reputable resource and clearly highly citable. You’re welcome.

Again,

Peace

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Why Modern Radio is A-OK

I suppose this is, to paraphrase the immortal Harry Doyle juuuust a bit behind. I wrote a couple months ago that I would be taping a segment to be played on a local radio station at a later date. Well, that date came and went. It aired on July 1st, something I didn’t find out until a couple weeks later, but regardless, it happened. I had thought it might be nice to put up a post with a link to the radio station in case anyone wanted to listen as it aired, sigh, and with that now an impossibility, I’m left with a couple options for those interested. As it turned out, B2 videoed my bit the night it was recorded, so I could put that up. Or, I could send you to the page on the website of the production company that recorded, edited, and got it radio-ready. As I type these words I haven’t decided which way I’ll go, so I guess we’ll find out together.

There are some differences between the two; despite my best efforts, my stories (well one of them anyway) weren’t “radio friendly” since it got lopped off completely. Kind of a shame too, that one got a great response from the crowd that night. But I guess I get it. Apparently you can’t say genitalia on the radio in the Bible Belt. Maybe anywhere else idk. I mean, I know George Carlin’s famous bit about the seven words you can’t say on the air (it’s a classic btw and if you’re unfamiliar I suggest you GTS) but genitalia wasn’t on his list so… Another difference is that, since the production company, you know, produces things, their version sounds a lot cleaner than the one B2 recorded. By that I mean it sounds like it was professionally recorded whereas our version sounds like it was recorded on somebody’s cellphone, which, oddly enough, is exactly how it was recorded.

So, you know, pros and cons for each. I suppose as far as that goes I could link to each of them and leave it up to you, gentle reader, to decide which one you prefer. Let me ponder all this for a bit as I meander across the keyboard.

The experience of doing the radio show was pretty excellent, I must say. But I already did kind of a recap of the evening, so I’ll just leave it at that and move along. Funny thing about that too. I was a couple hundred words farther along than I am here when I started to realize how familiar the things I was typing sounded. I scrolled through my last couple posts and there it was, this post covering the evening from the perspective of the next morning. *eyeroll* *facepalm* #reallygladicaughtthatbeforeitposted

Moving right along…

I’m not sure why I came to today’s musical selection but I’m listening to the Drive By Truckers this morning. In particular the Friday night show from 2019’s HeAthens Homecoming, a show which I happened to attend. They just came through our area recently, but we were unable to make the show. I can’t wait for them to come back around, they are firmly on the medal stand of my favorite bands, and just incredible live. Speaking of live music, I felt like I needed to name this with another radio-centric title and as I thought about which song to choose, this one popped into my head. It’s a long time fav of mine and I haven’t listened to it in a while. Apologies in advance if the ads get in the way.

I guess I’ve put off the inevitable long enough. Here’s the link to the video B2 shot and it’s age restricted due to subject matter, which is maybe why it got axed off the air, lol. This link will take you to the professionally recorded version that aired locally on July 1st. So check them out if/when you get the chance, and, as always, I appreciate any and all comments. Even those from you, Ray.

Peace

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Bugs, etm

So, I’ve been intermittently thinking of a place to use the above “new” abbreviation for a little bit now and I decided this was as good a way to do it as any. I stumbled across it a few weeks ago on social media (one of the few things it’s still good for is finding things that make me laugh) and my first thought was “well, this is probably not a real thing.” because,you know, internet. Followed quickly by “I don’t care, I love it and I’m going to incorporate it into something as often as I can.” which brings me back to this. According to the post; etm is a Latin abbreviation, similar to etc, et al, and the like. It is an abbreviation of et merda which, the internet tells me to believe, means “and shit” as, for example, etc which is the abbreviation of et cetera, translates to “and so forth” and now that I have expanded all of your vocabularies by a little bit I feel like I can move on. I’m nothing if not helpful, right?

To the title, well I’ve been slacking lately on my “WTF is that?!?!” posts. Mainly because the bug life I’ve encountered, while varied, and often new to me, has rarely been alarming. It took me a little longer than I expected to find this particular post due to it being almost four years ago, as well as me stopping to peruse a few old posts because, why not, but I wanted that post in particular because it was one that I knew featured an excellent example of “WTF IS THAT?!?!”

If you haven’t figured out yet that all of that is leading to this, well, I guess you’re new here. But, also, it’s leading to this because the other day I experienced a new and semi frightening example of WTFIT.

There were a couple reasons my foot is as close as it is to that bug… A.) I wanted something in the frame so you could more easily visualize the size of this behemoth bug. I assure you, that picture is not comparable to, say, a typical fishing trip photo. My foot is about four inches away from the bug. I swear to god that damn thing was at least the size of a golf ball. B.) It was dead.

At least I thought it was dead. As I debated where to kick the corpse, the bug’s legs started churning like a colonial era butter maker. I won’t say I’m afraid of bugs, but we have an understanding; stay out of my personal space and I’ll likely let you go about your ugly business. Mostly. In this particular case, I grabbed a brick and dropped it on the bug from a height of about two feet. This seemed to accomplish what I was going for here, namely killing the bug without leaving a huge buggy mess to clean up. I kicked the bug out into the street, about three kicks on what I guessed to be a par 4 down my driveway and put the brick back in the neighbor’s yard where it belonged. I took one last look at the bug and, much to my surprise, it was still moving, efforting desperately in an attempt to right itself. And probably to hunt down the SOB that dropped a brick on it for all I know. A short time later B2 got home from work, and as I watched her back into the driveway, I saw she rolled over the beast. Taking another status check on the monster I must admit I wasn’t totally surprised to see that, while it wasn’t moving, it also didn’t exactly look any worse for the experience. It wasn’t until about an hour later, when I took one last look, that I could tell some passing vehicle had sufficiently flattened it out of existence. Finally satisfied Bug-hemoth (get it? Behemoth/Bug-hemoth?) had gone to its final destination, I went back about my business.

As long as we’re on this topic, here’s another odd bug I don’t ever remember seeing before. Our carport gets a lot of use as an outdoor sitting area. Since I’ve lived there I’ve enjoyed sitting there, for no real reason other than it’s typically protected from the weather. The exception to that rule is in the warmer months of the year when the afternoon/early evening sun beats down mercilessly on our sitting area. When that happens, we move to a little patio just off the carport that is pretty well shaded.

Excuse the morning light/shadows, I’m never going to be confused with PhojoMamaTM as a photographer, but this should at least give you an idea of our little sanctuary. Sitting out there one afternoon, as B2 and I chatted about our day, I noticed what appeared to be a piece of lint on a leaf of one of the potted plants pictured above. When I realized it was moving purposefully across said leaf, I knew it wasn’t lint. I’m pretty perceptive that way apparently. A quick GTS led us to believe it was some kind of mealybug and again I’d like to point out to you that this is a direct violation of bugs staying away from my shit. They are supposedly harmless to people, but they’ve been consuming my plants like, well, me when confronted with a pastry cart filled with lovely baked goods. And I can’t have that. Either, really. The pastry cart and these fluffy little bastards are both on a parallel track with the destination leaving me shaking my head and muttering obscenities. I asked someone at the local nursery what I could do to rid my plants of these pests and she advised me the best way was to take a cotton ball and wipe the leaves down with rubbing alcohol. Look at the picture again. If you think I’ve got the patience to wipe each #@%**$# leaf with rubbing alcohol, well, you’ve apparently never met me before. That ain’t happening. So, instead, I chose what some may see as sadistic (I however refuse to accept sadism as remotely applicable where bugs are involved. Have you even seen Men In Black?) but I have found to be quite effective in removing these pests. A lighter. The extended version typically used to light candles, etc. The bugs are quickly and efficiently immolated with minimal scarring to the leaves of my plants.

Win/win for me. The bugs? Not so much.

I’ll put a bow on this one by noting Manchester Orchestra is bouncing between my ears today. Man I love that band. Whenever I mention MO, I always feel like I should give a hat tip to my friend Tom for pointing me in their direction. What a great call Tom, thanks again and always. I would certainly place them on the medal stand of my current favorites, along with Drive By Truckers and John Moreland. Additionally, all three bands have got new, or at least newish albums out and all three are stellar. I can’t recommend enough that you catch any of these acts should they be touring in your general area. Not sure if I wrote this bit up or not so I apologize if I’m being redundant, but B2 and I caught a John Moreland show this past spring in Saxapahaw and actually ran into him outside the venue chilling out before the show. We talked for maybe twenty minutes. Just an absolutely lovely human being to chat with. Also one of the best songwriters around.

Peace

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Back To Back, Baby!

That’s right, two days in a row! Don’t expect this to be a regular occurrence btw. But I figured, given yesterday’s post, the least I could do was to pop out an update of some sort.

Last night was a lot of fun for me and I feel comfortable saying it was for everyone involved too. A very supportive crowd of around 50 people, seven local performers/artists/me and I’ll sum it up briefly by saying there are some ridiculously talented people living in this area.

Right off the bat, first performer, Jack, sang three original tunes and accompanied himself on piano. Next up was a local writer, Barbara, who told the story of her car crash from a few years back. That brought up Marquez, again singing and playing the piano on an original piece as well as a cover of “Times They Are A Changin'”. Another writer, Luke, came up and read a bit of crime fiction that was so vivid and descriptive, man he nailed it. After that came two of my favorite people from out here, Luke and Rosemary. B2 works with Luke, so I’ve known him for a little bit and I knew he and Rosemary were musical. We have, from time to time watched their toddler so they could practice, or record, or mix, or whatever they needed to do for an EP they’ve got coming out soon. Anyway, GOOD GOD THEY KILLED IT! Beautiful voices, excellent harmonies, and outstanding picking on two original pieces. Man, I get chills just thinking about how good they were. This brought me to the microphone and, truly, I was pleased with the way it went. I got some laughs, a couple “Awww’s” and I think I even heard a gasp in there at one point. So, all things considered, I couldn’t have asked for a better reception. Rounding out the evening was Lalenja who sang songs from Tuck and Patti, Billie Holiday, and Bessie Smith all a cappella and each one outstanding.

One of the things Jeremy, the Artistic Director/Emcee/Talent Wrangler/prettymuchanythingelseneeded mentioned is that these pieces will be streamed. I looked up the radio station website and there was nothing there about streaming, so I’m not sure how or where it’ll happen, but once I find out the details for that, I’ll pass them on here.

In summary, last night was a total gas. As both an audience member and as a speaker. I really hope this type of thing can become a regular or at least semi-regular part of the community.

Final thing; trying to choose videos for yesterday’s post put me on a definite R.E.M. kick so I’ve had Automatic For The People echoing between my ears (at a reasonable decibel level) (kinda) whilst putting this together. Great album from an excellent band.

Peace

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Radio Sweetheart

This is not only a wonderful song by the equally wonderful Elvis Costello (as they used to say on XRT “if your Elvis is dead, try ours”) it’s also an appropriate title for today. I’ll be reading a couple brief excerpts from my scrawlings this evening in front of a small (50 or so people) group at a taping for a segment on one of the local country music stations.

That might sound like a bigger deal than it really is. I mean, I think it’s pretty cool I was asked and all, but the reality is they’re taping eight 15 minute segments and will air four. So, to me, the chances of my stuff getting any air time tilt toward remote. Not saying I’m not pleased with what I chose for this evening, I went back and forth countless times until I found the right combination of drama and humor while making sure it was “safe” for the radio. In my mind I accomplished that. It was no easy task either, going back through trying to find something with no profanity for instance. Or at least a small enough amount that I could edit it out and not lose context completely. I’m just saying I don’t know how realistic actually getting air time will be.

You may be asking “Geez, how did this come to be? You getting your stuff on the radio? Why you of all people? Have they never read any of your writing?” These are all valid, if possibly harsh, questions. Allow me to give you some background.

A couple months ago I got a text from B2 asking if I would be interested in sharing some of my writing on a radio show taping June 8th. You might say I was intrigued. Go ahead, say it, I was intrigued. So the deal is this. The local theatrical production company is aiming at putting on a regular or semi-regular radio drama. They needed to find a way to work out any kinks in the system prior to attempting that type of undertaking and thought a Prairie Home Companion esque radio show might accomplish that goal. The first taping was last month at the local microbrewery and B2 and I went to see what it was all about. Let me tell you, it was all about a lot of fun. Local musicians, storytellers, and authors got 15 minutes each to do their thing in front of an audience. After the show, the audio was taken back to the studio for editing, cutting the performances into radio friendly time bits. The show that was taped last month airs this month, every Monday at 6:15 PM local time. Of course I forgot to tune in to the first segment to check that out, but that’s what I mean when I say my bits might not even see the airwaves. As far as the artists taped tonight, they’ll air next month.

I’ll keep you all in the loop if and when it airs, although tbh, I’m not even sure if the station has any kind of streaming ability. I’d like to make a crack about how they play both kinds of music (s/o to Jake and Elwood) but I have never tuned in to them, so I should probably keep the snark to a minimum. Kinder, gentler me in action right there.

I knew I wanted to throw in a link to a video related to radio, I never stopped to think how many there were to choose from. Holy crap. REM has a couple, including the aptly named Radio Song but I liked the Costello title better. Side note; damn, REM had some great music videos. Second side note; damn, I wish I had seen them live at some point. Maybe just prior to the height of their powers, while they were still playing smaller venues. Must have been pretty wild. I thought about The Buggles happy little pop hit, made famous by MTV or Queen’s song Radio Gaga but again, probably a misleading title. I’m not actively looking for any more radio-related videos/songs, but if anyone would like to fire off a suggestion for the followup post when and if my stuff airs, well feel free to launch them at me.

Lastly, in addition to the aforementioned videos bouncing between my ears, I’ve also been listening to a playlist I put together a while ago and add to on occasion, called Speeding Ticket. Various songs from Nirvana, Tom Petty, blink-182, The Clash, DBT, among others over the last 40 minutes or so, and it’s been thoroughly delightful. I think I’m going to pack this up now though. I’ve got to go bring out my stuff for tonight (yup, going old school) and read through it a handful of times in an attempt at not looking like a boob tonight. Fingers crossed…

Peace

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Decoration Day

I really had no thought about posting anything today. No real reason, other than a clear lack of cogent thoughts. I know, I know, some (like Ray, for instance) would say that’s never stopped me before. What can I tell you? But then, as I was driving from the coffeehouse to the grocery store, the muse stopped by and deposited a couple things in my head. Since anyplace that doesn’t also sell gasoline along with coffee is now closed for the remainder of today, this is one of the rarer posts created at home.

I noticed today being a holiday didn’t seem to have much of an impact on local lawncare services. I totally get how some businesses remain open without regard to things like holidays, I guess I just never counted Memorial Day as one of those. It seems to me that this day in particular elicits kind of an odd response from the general public as it is. Over time it appears to have devolved from its origins as Decoration Day in the aftermath of the Civil War to where we are today. How many people have you heard say “Happy Memorial Day!” or some similar sentiment? It just seems odd to me that anyone would use that phrase given what today is marking, you know? Almost as odd as thinking that this is the perfect day to buy a mattress, but if you turn your television on today I guarantee you’ll see more mattress commercials than you will remembrances. Today is supposed to be about honoring the war dead. I don’t claim to know the correct way to honor them either. I mean, I have thoughts about that, but I recognize they may be skewed by my personal beliefs and that some would find my ideas offensive. So I won’t be telling you how to observe today, but I would suggest at some point to take a few minutes to recognize that hundreds of thousands of lives have been taken for causes, just and not so just. And perhaps we, as Americans, should strive to be the type of Americans worth fighting for.

Growing up I was never aware of the term Decoration Day btw. The first time I heard it was in the late 70’s. The original ex had two maiden aunts, I guess spinster is the term, although I don’t know if that’s a derogatory term or not. If so, I mean no offense. At any rate, Carrie and Clara were twin sisters and they were about 187 years old when I met them. Not really. But they pretty old nonetheless. Back to the point, they were the ones that referred to the day as Decoration Day. I remember thinking they seemed insistent on calling it that too. Kind of like Chicagoans that insist Willis Tower is still Sears Tower.

I’m going to cut this one short today. I do have other things bouncing around that I’d like to address, but I figure if I’m going to bitch about today, I should keep it about today. So, lastly, today’s background music is the newest album by Manchester Orchestra – The Million Masks of God and man I really dig it. This is one of those albums that, the first time I listened to I thought “yeah, it’s ok I guess.” But the more I listen to it, the more I get into it. Just outstanding. Lastly, lastly, there’s no way I could name this post what I named it without throwing in a link to Decoration Day by Drive By Truckers and eventhough it’s not entirely about honoring war dead, it is ultimately about the feelings toward a generations long feud and the results of it.

Peace.

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Confessions of a Budding Fat Guy

One of the things I have learned, probably too late in life, but I’ve learned it nevertheless, is how pervasive body-shaming is and how wrong it is. Self reflection also taught me how often I was guilty of it in the past. I made a conscious effort a few years back to stop doing it, and it wasn’t as difficult as I feared it would be. I mean, really, it’s more about being a decent human being than anything, right? That shouldn’t be too hard for any of us.

I wrote that as a segue to this – the title is absolutely, totally, unequivocally, this guy. And, fwiw, I have no problem body shaming myself when necessary. If you know me IRL, maybe even only if you know me from here, you probably know I have an affinity for baked goods. Sweets, in general really, but more specifically pastries and the like. Ice cream has been a big part of my life for a long time too. I can’t help it, I just love the stuff. In the past I’ve always gotten away with eating those types of things with no regard for weight gain due to my metabolism and/or genetics I guess. I’ve been accused, on more than one occasion and by more than one person, that I have the dietary habits of a garbage truck.

Guilty as charged.

But, as I said, in the past it never really affected me. I was able to stay around 195 pounds pretty consistently for a pretty long time. And the time or two where my weight did jump up over 200 pounds I was able to cut back on careless eating habits and get things back under control fairly easily.

Those days are, apparently, behind me. Along with a rather ample rear end. In front of me however, is the prospect of moonlighting as one of Santa’s department store helpers. And I wish I was joking about that. B2 got one of those high techy scales from her parents (her request) for Christmas. I should specify that she wanted it for herself, not because she thought I needed it. She has been nothing but kind about my expanding horizon. I, on the other hand, have become increasingly agitated with myself. Anyway, I started using the scale this past week, not every day, but probably four of the last five days. Much to my dismay, the numbers on the digital display rose like the express elevator in a skyscraper. As it stopped at 215 pounds this morning, I made a decision. I went out to the kitchen and threw out every last one of the delightful little nuggets left.

I’m swearing off sweets/pastries/baked goods/whatever for the foreseeable future.

However long that may be.

This is not an easy thing for me to do, but I’m really left with no choice. It seems I’ve finally reached the point where my body will no longer let me eat like an unsupervised 8 year old. Frankly, I’m surprised it lasted as long as it did. But maybe it makes some sense. I’m roughly the same age now as my Dad was when he retired. As far back as I can recall, Dad weighed around 165 pounds. Until he retired. Then he grew a little bit of a paunch. I guess I’m there. Judging from what I see in the mirror and on the scale, I’m past there. Also, as I’m putting this missive together, I feel like there’s a little bit more redundancy than I’d normally like. Typically, if I catch myself doing that, I’ll either apologize for it, or go back and edit what I’ve written to resolve it. I think I’m ok with it today, I probably need to keep rubbing this mess in my face.

So it’s cold turkey for me. That approach has worked for me in the past, specifically when I’ve quit smoking. Maybe by throwing that stuff in the garbage, I’ll be able to pull this off too. I told B2 this morning that I’m going to get back out and start walking too. Can’t hurt, might help, right? That’s the same reason I decided to post about this, put a little extra pressure on myself by going public.

One last thing before I move on to the musical portion. Don’t expect this to turn in to a regular feature. I don’t plan on doing any kind of an update on this A.) because I don’t think anyone cares so much that they would want to follow along with my “misery” and B.) I feel like this particular topic is pretty boring and I’d much rather write things about stuff I enjoy writing about.

Peace

PS

Here’s today’s musical guest – John Moreland. Again. I really wasn’t going to listen to him today, had other stuff queued up, but when I sat down at the coffeehouse and said hi to the owner/barista she mentioned she hadn’t had a chance to give him a listen yet. The backstory there is; she has a sign in the shop that says “Long Live The Songwriter” so one day I asked her who her favorite songwriter was. She was kind of stumped I guess, cause she answered by asking who mine was. I told her in my case the answer was kind of transient, depending on my mood, etc. but that currently my favorite was John Moreland. She was unfamiliar with him, but wrote his name down and said she’d give him a listen. So, when I walked in this morning, she asked his name again and put him on the house system. So my decision was made for me. I have no complaints.

About anything really.

Other than my waistline.

Again, Peace