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Where does all of the music come from?

Published February 7th, 2008 in Family, Music | No Comments »

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.

Pass me the donuts

Published February 5th, 2008 in Uncategorized | No Comments »

Fasnachts, actually.  Today is Fat Tuesday.  The day before Ash Wednesday, if you are a Christian.  The day before the Lent season begins.

Fat Tuesday is the day when all of the fat and Butter had to be used up and gotten out of the house prior to Lent.  Weird science, I know, but hey.  What are you gonna do?

Anyway Fasnachts are basically donuts that are powdered with sugar, or plain.  And they are a pretty boring big deal here in Pennsylvania.

When I lived in Michigan in the Detroit area the poison of choice there was Paczki.  Pronounced poonch-key.  This is a Polish version of Fasnacht.  The main difference with Paczki is that they are filled.  Thereby making them superior to Fasnacht.

I love Paczki.  Especially when they are freshly made.  Warm, and soft, filled with bavarian creme.  MMMMM….

I am now hungry.  And I can’t have any because they will make me fat.

Now I am sad.

Namaste.

Initial Stupor Bowl Observations

Published February 3rd, 2008 in Uncategorized | 3 Comments »

Jordin Sparks singing the National Anthem.

AND SHE WAS LIP SYNCHING IT!!!

How disappointing is that?

Namaste.

I belong anywhere but inbetween

Published February 3rd, 2008 in Commuting, Family, Music | 2 Comments »

I have way too much time to think on my way to and from work.  I have an hour commute.  I try to listen to music to drown  out the voices in my head, but it doesn’t always work.

Now, let us be clear here.  We all have voices that talk to us in our heads.  Our conscience, our thoughts, our guilt.  We all hear things going on in our heads.  Me, I just have a few more than most.   So I am not that crazy.  Though I am a little left of center.  I will admit to that.

Anyway.  I was thinking of my Father coming home tonight.   My Dad passed in 1996.  November to be exact.  He had been sick since November of 1995, and had lingered until November of ‘96.  I got the phone call telling me to come home, that he was not going to last.  I was living in Columbus, Ohio at the time.  Mom and Dad were living in Dowagiac, Michigan.

Unfortunately, Dad passed before I got home.  I got a phone call while on the highway to slow down, that he had already passed.  I can’t describe what went through my head at that moment.  This man that I had wanted to make proud one time, had gone and I would never have the opportunity ever again.  This man, who I ran away from all of my life because I never felt that I measured up to his standards, was gone and I would never have the chance again to make him think that I was worthwhile.

I was thinking about that tonight driving home.  My kids are strewn about the country.  Two out in Arizona, and one in the Detroit area.  I wonder if they ever questions whether I am proud of them, or if they even care.  I try to tell them, when we talk, how much I love them.  I didn’t get that from my Parents as much as I would have wanted.   Maybe I tell my kids too much now.  Maybe it doesn’t mean anything to them.
But I wonder.   Do they think of their Father as someone they can come to?  For anything?  What do they think of me?  I just don’t know.

The Knob Creek is kicking in.  Work tomorrow.  Gotta scoot.

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Namaste.

Come dance the silence down through the morning

Published February 2nd, 2008 in Commuting, Music | 1 Comment »

What the hell is that supposed to mean?  Sometimes song lyrics are so freaking obscure they become parodies of themselves.

Not that I would have done that back in the day when I fancied myself a musician.

Sigh.  Lo those long ago days.

Anyway.  Wassup?  Saturday morning.  Groundhog day.  It is obvious from where I sit in relation to Punxatawny Pennsylvania that Phil the Rodent did not see his shadow.  So that means an early Spring.  And I am all for that piece of news.  We have had a pretty mild winter precipitation wise here.  Though we did get a ton of rain Friday, and into Friday night.  We have just been lacking in the snow department.

I am not unhappy about that.  My daily commute to work involves driving over hill and dale, through farmers fields to get to my place of employment.  I like having dry roads to drive on.  Makes my life that much easier.

Keep your eye on the commercials for the Stupor Bowl so that we can talk about what you liked, and didn’t .

Gotta scoot.

Namaste.

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