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Use in good health.
Namaste.
Archive for February 7th, 2008
It’s Your Turn to Feed Him
Over on Mr. Lady’s blog she wrote about her kids getting a hamster. I love pets. We have 2 cats, and a dog.
My sons, though, have never had pets. Their mother didn’t like animals. So imagine my surprise when the youngest one, aged 18 calls me to tell me that he is getting a hamster.
I don’t see anything good coming out of this.
This is the child who has a hard enough time keeping track of himself, much less another sentient being. I am envisioning the withered corpse of a rodent in a cage in my sons room.
Not a pretty sight.
Namaste.
Figured it out.
With the help of the geeks at YouTube. I love geeks. They are the best.
This is the first song that I learned to adapt to acoustic guitar. I listened to this version first, and then heard the one off on the 4-way street album.
Enjoy it. I do.
Namaste.
Where does all of the music come from?
Growing up my musical tastes were influenced greatly by my older brothers. A lot of early 60’s British Invasion, Motown, and then in the 70’s CSN&Y. I was majorly influenced by Neil Young. His sound, the words he put together, the way he played his guitar.
I wanted to be Neil Young.
But I was just this fat kid from Keeler, Michigan so I did the next best thing. I learned every freaking Neil Yound song that I could and played the hell out of that $25 guitar that I got for christmas.
And tried to impress the girls. It didn’t happen the way that I thought it would. Though I did impress myself.
Don’t know which one was more important. Cortez the Killer is the song that got me kicked off of college radio. I looped it for a couple of hours while I got high in the control room. It was late at night and I didn’t think that anyone would care.
Surprise.
I am trying to embed it here so that it can be shared with my hundreds of readers. You deserve that much from me.
namaste.
