OutlawDrifter
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The Ray Charles version is my favorite as well!
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Having a fun week. A few months ago I went to my dentist for a cleaning. They found an infection in one tooth socket that needed to be checked out by an endodontist. I put it off but finally made an appointment with the endodontist who did some excellent work in my mouth a decade ago. The more recent one left me with a serious sinus infection and fistula when he pulled 9 teeth. Somewhere back in this thread I shared the gory details and the major surgery that resulted.
I didn't expect the doctor or his staff to remember me but it was like old home week. They put me in this Medieval torture device that enclosed me in a chair under a dome. A pair of plates traveled around my head while I sat still in my lead apron. I left there with a $375 lighter wallet, a memory stick and a "nothing to worry about unless it starts to hurt" diagnosis and a "keep the gumline clean" prescription (the tooth already had a root canal).
Next day Liane and I met with our primary care [concierge] doctor and he asked me about my HO's (hematology oncologist) response to my progressively worsening osteoporosis. When I gave him my Duh answer, he left the room and called the HO, who surprisingly called back a few minutes later. They agreed I need monthly Xgeva injections so it's back to injecting money into my body. Actually, I inject the money into Aetna and United Healthcare first.
HO's assistant calls me to get a clearance document from my dentist because a side effect of Xgeva is ONJ (osteonecrosis of the jaw) and atypical femoral fractures. Once you're on these shots, dental work is a no-no. Rather than call our dentist Friday night I waited until Monday when Liane was scheduled to have a tooth extracted and a "flipper" fitted in its place. As Liane's support animal, I sat at the foot of the dental euthanasia couch while the dentist did his thing. I mentioned the clearance document at checkout (more walllet lightening) and the dentist called the endodontist for a quick consult. No clearance until the tooth is extracted and the infection treated.
This morning I was in the euthanasia couch having the infected tooth pulled. The socket has to heal and the infection verified to have been eliminated before they send in the clearance document. I think I'm in a contest to see what breaks first.
Came home from the dentist, enjoyed a lukewarm cup of coffee and took Liane to her 1:00 PM Retinal Surgeon checkup appointment. She has dry macular degeneration in the eye that suffered two retinal detachments but the surgeon doesn't feel it requires the eyeball injections right now -- maybe her next visit in 6 months.
Gettin' old is such a blast!!!
I didn't expect the doctor or his staff to remember me but it was like old home week. They put me in this Medieval torture device that enclosed me in a chair under a dome. A pair of plates traveled around my head while I sat still in my lead apron. I left there with a $375 lighter wallet, a memory stick and a "nothing to worry about unless it starts to hurt" diagnosis and a "keep the gumline clean" prescription (the tooth already had a root canal).
Next day Liane and I met with our primary care [concierge] doctor and he asked me about my HO's (hematology oncologist) response to my progressively worsening osteoporosis. When I gave him my Duh answer, he left the room and called the HO, who surprisingly called back a few minutes later. They agreed I need monthly Xgeva injections so it's back to injecting money into my body. Actually, I inject the money into Aetna and United Healthcare first.
HO's assistant calls me to get a clearance document from my dentist because a side effect of Xgeva is ONJ (osteonecrosis of the jaw) and atypical femoral fractures. Once you're on these shots, dental work is a no-no. Rather than call our dentist Friday night I waited until Monday when Liane was scheduled to have a tooth extracted and a "flipper" fitted in its place. As Liane's support animal, I sat at the foot of the dental euthanasia couch while the dentist did his thing. I mentioned the clearance document at checkout (more walllet lightening) and the dentist called the endodontist for a quick consult. No clearance until the tooth is extracted and the infection treated.
This morning I was in the euthanasia couch having the infected tooth pulled. The socket has to heal and the infection verified to have been eliminated before they send in the clearance document. I think I'm in a contest to see what breaks first.
Came home from the dentist, enjoyed a lukewarm cup of coffee and took Liane to her 1:00 PM Retinal Surgeon checkup appointment. She has dry macular degeneration in the eye that suffered two retinal detachments but the surgeon doesn't feel it requires the eyeball injections right now -- maybe her next visit in 6 months.
Gettin' old is such a blast!!!
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y'sguy
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Bob, that does sound like a fun time!
Had lunch with an old friend yesterday, all we talked about was our doctors, meds and not feeling like we used to. We're both mid 70's and as you know, that IS NOT that old.
Had lunch with an old friend yesterday, all we talked about was our doctors, meds and not feeling like we used to. We're both mid 70's and as you know, that IS NOT that old.
Bob, I guess on the bright side of all your doctor visits, would be that you have access to all the specialists you may ever need....and very close to where you live.
Out here in the sticks, our local doctors have you bite on a stick when doing light surgery! Usually for an oopsie we just rub a little dirt on it, heals faster. My dad had a saying, "if the bone ain't showing, you ain't going" for most accidents!
Hope you get over all those pleasantries soon, with stellar results!
Out here in the sticks, our local doctors have you bite on a stick when doing light surgery! Usually for an oopsie we just rub a little dirt on it, heals faster. My dad had a saying, "if the bone ain't showing, you ain't going" for most accidents!
Hope you get over all those pleasantries soon, with stellar results!
Marc, we sang both songs in grade school and also memorized the Gettysburg Address and the Preamble to the Constitution. I guess there's no need for any of that stuff now that it's all in everyone's pocket. Visited one of our grandsons and his wife. Their two year old daughter has a tablet. Not sure if it's a fruit or robot brand but it has a sparkly cover. I hear rumors she talks but not to me. No worries, she'll be sending me emojis or text messages real soon.
Alan, I'm afraid to contact old friends because there's a good chance they can no longer answer a phone. Where the hell did I put my ouija board?Bob, that does sound like a fun time!
Had lunch with an old friend yesterday, all we talked about was our doctors, meds and not feeling like we used to. We're both mid 70's and as you know, that IS NOT that old.
Fred, you're right about the easy access. I continue my mission to get people to look up from their glass covered life and participate in a conversation. At the eye doctor office today we were in a waiting area and a huge guy with a tiny Bichon service dog was having a meltdown. He stormed out of the place cursing up a storm. Apparently his vocabulary went no further than the 'F' section of the dictionary. Made a comment to the other elderly couple across from us (who were both looking at their phones), saying "He's not going to make it to 81" and both of them laughed. Turns out they live in the really rich enclave north of us (Highland Beach) and they have traveled a lot. They had been to Australia and New Zealand on a cruise and the Mediterranean on another. I told them of my shock at seeing the pyramids right across the lawn from the hotel where we had lunch and they had visited the same hotel. I took a guess they took the same tour we did and asked if they stopped in Israel to see Jerusalem and Bethlehem. Sure enough, they had. Taking another guess I asked if they saw Ephesus in Turkey. Right again and they were blown away by the Roman ruins just like we were.
It's amazing how fast a doctor visit is over when you get into an interesting discussion with other people.
Not sure why but my parents avoided hospitals. My brother ran at the back screen door when he was seven, expecting his outstretched arm to knock it open. Not only did the door not open, dad had replaced the screen with the plain glass panel for the winter. His arm looked like hamburger once through the window and even worse when he jerked it back out. My parents wrapped it in gauze after rinsing the arm off -- but at least he got Mercurochrome instead of Iodine. Hey, we played with liquid Mercury every chance we got and our Long Island home was covered with Asbestos shingles that I got to replace every time we broke one with a golf or baseball. We even had the hundred pound shingle cutter/punch in the garage.
At a Boy Scout meeting I got into a friendly wrestling match with one of the other scouts. We got our feet tangled up and when he rolled over (he was twice my size) something in my knee made horrible noises. Rode my bike home with one leg and went straight to bed. When I didn't get up for dinner, my mother came upstairs to check on me. My knee was swollen like a cantaloupe but it was Saturday night so my father, a
My second visit to a hospital was "The Luckiest Day of My Life" and my first was the Maternity Ward of the Phelps Dodge Hospital in Douglas Arizona. No clear recollection of that visit but I have some papers that indicate I was there in 1944. In recent decades, I've made up for those infrequent hospital visits. I mean, I went to the hospital for a ****** nose this year!
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Bob... I'm just reading through everyone's memories that were written in the past week... I must say that I brought up more than a few thoughts from you folks. It makes me think that I have lived a relatively sheltered life, as compared to some of ya. I read through most of them with my mouth wide open. Haha. Woodstock must've been something to see. If it happened in '69, I was 4 years old. We moved to the big farm in Duluth that year. I did watch the video with Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, and really liked Prince's solo on guitar. I liked Prince, he had a little bit different taste in most of his music, but I'm not saying that was a bad thing. I was once at the "First Avenue" bar in Minneapolis where Prince had some clout, maybe even got started there. He wasn't there that night, of course, but lots of posters on the walls in the place. Tom Petty, I like his stuff. Most rememberable is his song, "Refugee". I like Rush. I have only one of their albums--- "Moving Pictures". I memorized every word of the lyrics to "Tom Sawyer". I've never tried doing karaoke or whatever the kids call that nowadays, but think I could've nailed it on that song. Rush had more songs like "Limelight" that I mostly remember the lyrics to. I sometimes put my headphones on and sing out loud to the dog.... Dog appreciates my efforts, Cheryl, not so much if it's a bit later in the night and she is trying to sleep... We once a a cat... What a cat, he was... Again, I'd put headphones on and listen to music at some volume, then start whistling the song to my beloved kitty. He responded by jumping on my lap and putting one of his paws on my lips, thus cancelling any further efforts on whistling my favorite song.... Sheesh, what a grouch, but a very smart cat. (Cheryl really got a kick out of that) Maybe I wasn't that good? Maybe I was too loud? Ha. We once had a dog (of many) but Sheba (Malemute-Shepard) recognized my appreciation to music and used to sing along with me (in the form of howling). We got along so good together. Again, Cheryl shook her head and hated our efforts and went to bed. If you've ever watched some videos of the band, "Skillet" There's a very small gal, sitting behind a gigant set of drums. She does an incredible job, plus she sings vocals. I mostly like some of their earlier stuff.
Scooter, I did try some Steeve Ray Vaughn. (Sp) I did recognize some of his stuff, but it feel that his music is a bit before my time. My history barely goes past Led Zeppelin, "Stairway to Heaven" the Who, even Aerosmith is on the very edge of my limits.
I do have "Eagles" Hotel California on my Spotify list.
I like the song, by the band... Filter, that is quite good. "Hey Man Nice Shot". I like the guitar work on songs like that. Ever heard of the band... Refused? Try "New Noise". Love that song.
I like the song, by the band... Filter, that is quite good. "Hey Man Nice Shot". I like the guitar work on songs like that. Ever heard of the band... Refused? Try "New Noise". Love that song.
I do have an appreciation of Queensryche... quite a group. Love their music. I only have one of their albums. Silent Lucidity, Empire, Eyes of a Stranger. Too bad that the band broke up into two groups, and both sides of the band wanted to call themselves... Queensryche... Never did hear how that turned out.
Another band was Boston. Loved their music. One of the band members started out as a mechanical engineer. He put a recording studio together in his house and recorded so many of their songs on their albums... He was a perfectionist, being an engineer... It didn't go as well with the other band members...
Bob, you made a good point with @nicholam77. I'll try to put some thoughts together, and write on his thread. Even though, you know me and I don't stray too far from Pull up a chair and your own thread. But I wouldn't want to meet him except for going to some public place first. He's into "cars and coffee" shows. I've never been. I've been to the ones I've talked about. big ones, like World of Wheels. So, I'll start there. I'd like to discuss 3d printers with him online. Travis owns a 3d printer... I don't. I won't buy one until I retire... In a year... My biggest point was that I'm a bit shy, away from these two threads. But I'll get over it and write to Nick.
Wait, What?? Liane ( one "n" in her name, since I now know better...) played banjo, too? You didn't mention that before... I love banjo music. We had a neighbor that played banjo. Of course, Don was was one of my Dad's car customers, but that man could do some damage to a banjo... That man could play... What I thought and actually witnessed, was that man used a pick on every finger, from thumb to pinky. I'm talking wrap-around picks. One around each finger.. Right-hand, of course... Left hand, well I don't know enough to discuss, what's happening, there. But no picks. But in banjo fashion, he went nuts with the whole thing...how the heck.... Do you learn to play an instrument with all ten fingers flying as fast as they do? Liane must have an answer to this, I certainly don't.
scooterbum46
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"a bit before my time."
SRV was popular from about '83 until '90. when he was killed in a helicopter crash leaving leaving a concert in Alpine Valley Wisconsin (East Troy, Wisconsin). I picked up on him after the album "Texas Flood", I used to ride to work in my '87 Jeep Comanche with the premium after market Sony cassette cranked full tilt, listening to his work. (check out Crossfire)
His brother Jimmy, has a different more old time rock and roll sound - give a listen to the him and his group The Fabulous Thunderbirds sometime.. I saw them as the opening act for Eric Clapton, at the Palace of Auburn Hills near Detroit, Jimmy did a couple of sets with EC during the show. Great music.
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Hey Scooter, I did listen to Crossfire ( thanks for the link, I watched the video). And it is a pretty good song. A very familiar song. Just that I haven't heard it in many years; the XM stations that I listen to don't play his songs, nowadays. I'd like to recommend another song to you... Sevendust, "Everything" Love that song and play it many times in a row on my stereo.
Rick, you may have lived a sheltered life compared to some of us but you have a great story about the music you enjoy. In that arena I am the one who has lived a sheltered life. In August 1969 our son was 5 years old so he's the last of the "Boomers" and you are part of "Gen X." As a member of the "Silent" generation I am out of my depth with our son's music as well as yours. We Silent generation people living near New York City listened to AM radio, especially WINS (1010 AM), which played rock&roll. I bought a small (slightly larger than a cigarette box) transistor radio to listen to WINS but it had an almost useless antenna. Our only TV was built into a closet in the basement playroom so its antenna wire ran from the roof mounted antenna along the outside of the house and into a conveniently located basement window. Holding the radio right next to the TV antenna wire resulted in a nice clear sound. I either listened to my radio in the back yard or climbing out the second story window of my second floor window and sitting on the roof next to the antenna wire. There was a fantastic rock&roll station in Buffalo and at night I could listen to it sometimes when the signal bounced off the ionosphere just right. In case you never listened to AM radio, here's the GoogAI explanation:
"AM radio waves and the ionosphere have a special connection: during the day, the ionosphere's lowest layer (the D-layer) absorbs AM signals, limiting reception to a local range called ground wave propagation. At night, the D-layer disappears, and AM signals can be reflected off the higher E and F layers of the ionosphere, allowing them to travel thousands of miles and reach distant receivers via "skywave" or "skip" propagation."
It was all magic to me.
I stopped listening to AM radio when we moved to Florida because FM signals work great in the state's flat landscape. Only issue was the limited time the stations actually played music. Just about every song was followed by several minutes of DJ yacking or commercials. When we bought a used 1978 Lincoln Town Car in 1982 for $6,000 (with about 20,000 miles on the odometer, everything changed. The Town Car was loaded with every conceivable option, including finned aluminum rims, sliding glass moon roof and padded vinyl half roof with opera windows. We paid $6,000 for it, a great deal considering the car was only four years old and had less than 20,000 miles on the odometer but nobody wanted these gigantic gas hogs. Our Lincoln had the optional sound system that allowed for playback of 8-track tapes and provided a quadrasonic (four-channel) sound experience. It also had a built-in CB radio that came in real handy for caravans with the Corvette club (everyone had a CB radio back then).
I bought a Realistic 8-track recorder so I could transfer vinyl albums and cassette tape albums to the blank 8-track cartridges that were available back then. From that point on all our vehicles were equipped with cassette or CD players. For that reason, I have no experience listening to the vast majority of the artists you and Gerry enjoyed. I bought Tom Moon's book:
Turns out I won't live long enough to hear more than a fraction of the 1,000 recordings and only a tiny fraction of those recordings are part of my music collection.
Rick & Gerry, you lost me at Chicago (I bought their "Greatest Hits" CD). We splurged on Michael Jackson's "Thriller" and an Elvis Pressley "Greatest Hits" in pre-recorded 8-track cartridge editions and over the years I have purchased a lot of Rock & Roll collections, including **** Clark's multi-CD collection, a number of female artist CDs, one jazz album, one opera album and inherited my mother's classic music CD collection. When Liane drags me to the thrift stores I browse the CD and DVD section and have found a few jems, like a copy of the 10th anniversary edition of Ray Charles "Genius Loves Company" CD. My taste in music spans many genres but I have no Acid, Garage, Hard, Heartland, Heavy metal or Rap albums.
kaymccampbell
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Then you're missing out. Some of that stuff is pretty good.
M.Brane
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If the music speaks to you that's all that matters. There's something for everyone.
PugetDude
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I'm definitely with Bob on this one, Kay.
kaymccampbell
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Broaden your horizons. My MY-1870 grandfather rapped.
Argh! This is going to make it even harder for her to learn all of the computers and cell phone and wifi password stuff should you predecease her, Bob.
(Just kidding, you've described how she noped out of technology long ago.)
Oh dear... is this anything like phossy jaw?
Phossy jaw - Wikipedia
Yes. Your situation gets mentioned down at the bottom section, "Links to biphosphonates."
People, I have been merciful and only provided you with a Wikipedia link. If you're the kind of sicko who digs medical photographs, go to the Google image search with it because even the Wikipedia page is gentle with the subject.
In the past, it was discovered in the late 1830's among matchstick makers. Also a risk for people working in the munitions industry, or any Krauts my father called in white phosphorous rounds on to set them and all their **** on fire.
Steve Martin worked on it slowly as a teenager. From Wikipedia:
"Martin first picked up the banjo when he was around 17 years of age. Martin has stated in several interviews and in his memoir, Born Standing Up, that he used to take 33 rpm bluegrass records and slow them down to 16 rpm and tune his banjo down, so the notes would sound the same. Martin was able to pick out each note and perfect his playing.[citation needed] Martin learned how to play the banjo with help from John McEuen, who later joined the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. McEuen's brother later managed Martin as well as the Nitty Gritty Dirt Band. "
Since Bob's in Florida, he should at least start with this song by 2 Live Jews.
OK, that was a novelty act, their band name was a spoof homage to the Florida act, 2 Live Crew, who were, well, raunchy. Got in trouble with both Steven Spielberg and Tipper Gore.
Here's a nice story by the always good Roy Wood, Jr., telling a story from his young adulthood and what 2 Live Crew meant to him.
(adult language, esp. the intro song)
Probably about as well as Gallagher and Gallagher Too, who was Gallagher's brother, who had been given permission from his brother (Leo) Gallagher to use the act but then the feud began as Gallagher was, let's say, an irascible fellow.
Well, this is something I didn't expect! I think I've stumbled across that song on my streaming service in recent years. (My streaming service is free! It's called YouTube and has most everything.)
Listening to that song and seeing the American band label (Epitaph) I ran to Wikipedia for a reminder, yes, Swedish. And now I must back up a week:
When I brought up **** Dale, I didn't continue it to music of my youth, as there was some surf music influence on the guitarist East Bay Ray, and also a band in AZ. But I couldn't think of a song that East Bay Ray played guitar on in the 70's and 80's where the band name and lyrical content wouldn't irk some people here... and the band in AZ wasn't a surf band, but skate (as in skateboard) punk, because there's no ocean there. Their band name was abbreviated to JFA and I'll leave that one alone, too.
Here is JFA combining the surf rock classic "Pipeline" with East Bay Ray's guitar work on "Police Truck", no vocals/screaming, just instrumental:
Now back to Refused and the influences that jumped out at me.
I listened to that song today and thought, "Wow, guitar sounds like Adam. And vocals sound like Sam. And the chorus sounds like Ian Mackaye." So now I'll explain that:
First, I ran off to Wikipedia and yep, my ear was right:
Adam N. and Sam McPheeters were the core of the 90's American ******** (punk) band Born Against. Fantastic guitar noises and fantastic horrible screaming, if you like that sort of thing, not like the screaming the kids today do with their 149 flavors of Nordic black death ingrown toenail metal. B.A. never made it big but they were very influential in small circles. The best place to start is the compilation, The Rebel Sound of **** and Failure. After they broke up, Adam went on to create the band (Young) Pioneers, which has a minor country/folk influence, less Black Sabbath influence. Sam McPheeters went on to do electronic music with a former B.A. member, with the prime directive of being very silly. He's now an essayist/novelist and confesses he doesn't even begin to understand how angry he was back then.
Here's a good piece he wrote about Ted Williams' head, and other people's head or corpses being kept on ice with the futuristic, scifi fantasy that someday they can be revived and live again.
The Corpse
Of the many rumors surrounding Bredo Morstoel, here is the most endearing: He arranged his deathbed pillows into a secret signal for his grandson.
www.vice.com
As for Ian MacKaye, his arc is mostly:
Minor Threat (early American ******** punk rock guitar band, fantastic guitar noises and screaming), then Embrace (softer, still rock) one album, then Fugazi, a little more jazzy and this band had a broader audience of young people since it wasn't a bunch of angry screaming. Both Minor Threat and Fugazi came and went in the span of a couple of years but were hugely influential in, again, certain small circles.
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Now if you remember Donna Summer, or Glenn Danzig, or optimally, remember both of these songs, I highly recommend this! I laughed the first three times I listened to it but I've since decided it really does work well.
scooterbum46
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Bob - my dad started me listening to AM radio when I was about 8, with parts and pieces to build a crystal set. Next step was a Heathkit crystal radio that worked really well. A year or so later, I built the Heathkit XR1 transistor portable which was a pretty good sized table model with a big speaker. The best local station was WILS in Lansing, nights, I listened to WBZ in Boston, CKLW in Windsor, WOWO in Ft. Wayne.
I was into the popular music, which was more of a mix than today's stations i.e., there was Pat Boone, the Everly Brothers, some of the DoWop and girl groups, with of course Elvis, Dion, and on and on. By the early 60's I wasn't paying much attention until Motown came along, which really clicked with me, then the Beatles. But I'd also branched out with Dave BruBeck (Take Five, Time Out, Time Further out...). Then I got girl friends, cars, jobs and got married. Music was always there, but not until after we got married did I start spending money on audio gear and......... record clubs.
I was into the popular music, which was more of a mix than today's stations i.e., there was Pat Boone, the Everly Brothers, some of the DoWop and girl groups, with of course Elvis, Dion, and on and on. By the early 60's I wasn't paying much attention until Motown came along, which really clicked with me, then the Beatles. But I'd also branched out with Dave BruBeck (Take Five, Time Out, Time Further out...). Then I got girl friends, cars, jobs and got married. Music was always there, but not until after we got married did I start spending money on audio gear and......... record clubs.
xtremek
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First, I'm glad I'm not to your level of health care yet. The Doc just put me on statins. Making me feel really old.
Second, I'm so with Kay on the music front. I post some of music discoveries on FB and most of my friends have never heard of the groups I list (Vulfpeck, the Hu, Vampire Weekend among some of my favs). College radio is my go to. I had one friend ask me what genre I listen to, to which I answered, "Yes". Just like it's good to learn new repair techniques and tools, the same can be said about music.
PS. If you want something fun, listen to Vulfpeck's 1612 (think Guy Mark's "Loving You has Made Me Bananas" to a more modern melody)
Second, I'm so with Kay on the music front. I post some of music discoveries on FB and most of my friends have never heard of the groups I list (Vulfpeck, the Hu, Vampire Weekend among some of my favs). College radio is my go to. I had one friend ask me what genre I listen to, to which I answered, "Yes". Just like it's good to learn new repair techniques and tools, the same can be said about music.
PS. If you want something fun, listen to Vulfpeck's 1612 (think Guy Mark's "Loving You has Made Me Bananas" to a more modern melody)
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Actually, @xtremek, there really is a band called.. "Yes" a British group. But that's probably not what you meant.
Bob, I used to listen to AM radio and remember that it did actually work better at night. The reason given to me at the time (probably incorrect) was that industry was less, nighttime verses daytime. I like your explanation better with the radio waves bouncing back and forth from the ionosphere to ground. At least that's what I've learned, studying ham radio.
Had you hooked up an old car radio in your house, instead of getting a portable radio, it might've worked better for you. Car radios supposedly had a more robust system for receiving radio signals than home radio equipment had. But, that's again heresay, I've never had a chance to prove it.
Scooter, I once made a crystal radio, too. Just didn't get the chance to make a very long antenna out of wire, outside, to hook it up. I remember it had to have a special earphone to work on the radio. Probably took less current to run than something nowadays would take. I bought a kit through ARRL. I had to buy a container of oatmeal (a typical round barrel-shaped container). I had to have the container so Cheryl had to pour the oatmeal in a Tupperware, so I could start making my radio. I didn't use a crystal, though. Possibly a diode? It's been a few years since I made it. For years, whenever we go to flea markets, I always look for people selling rocks... I'm always looking for a piece of Galena. Then I can use a cat's whisker and do things right...
Bob, I used to listen to AM radio and remember that it did actually work better at night. The reason given to me at the time (probably incorrect) was that industry was less, nighttime verses daytime. I like your explanation better with the radio waves bouncing back and forth from the ionosphere to ground. At least that's what I've learned, studying ham radio.
Had you hooked up an old car radio in your house, instead of getting a portable radio, it might've worked better for you. Car radios supposedly had a more robust system for receiving radio signals than home radio equipment had. But, that's again heresay, I've never had a chance to prove it.
Scooter, I once made a crystal radio, too. Just didn't get the chance to make a very long antenna out of wire, outside, to hook it up. I remember it had to have a special earphone to work on the radio. Probably took less current to run than something nowadays would take. I bought a kit through ARRL. I had to buy a container of oatmeal (a typical round barrel-shaped container). I had to have the container so Cheryl had to pour the oatmeal in a Tupperware, so I could start making my radio. I didn't use a crystal, though. Possibly a diode? It's been a few years since I made it. For years, whenever we go to flea markets, I always look for people selling rocks... I'm always looking for a piece of Galena. Then I can use a cat's whisker and do things right...
Bob, my first stereo... Had to have an 8-track player on it. That was an absolute must. It also had cassette, turntable, AM-FM receiver. I wore out my first 8-track tape (ABBA) by falling asleep one night while it was playing.... It sounded pretty weird the next morning when I woke up. But that was the downfall of 8-track technology. A continuous loop... What could possibly go wrong with that idea. BTW... Miss Autocorrect has no clue what I'm talking about. She wants to call my 8- track tapes... Patrick....?? I keep correcting Miss Autocorrect.
Random question completely off the recently beaten path in this thread if you'll indulge me Bob...
If you were to recommend touristy type activities to a 40 something yrs old couple coming to Miami area without kids....what would your(or Liane's) be? Wife and I may be headed to Miami for a couple days without kids and trying to figure out what we may do....a day will probably be spent doing nothing at the beach....likely an evening coastal boat ride as we enjoyed those in Chicago....Frost Museum of Science gets stellar reviews....night club scene is not for us, boat tour of Biscayne Bay and maybe snorkeling as well. Little Havana seems like a must see...what's the secret recommendations of the locals?
If you were to recommend touristy type activities to a 40 something yrs old couple coming to Miami area without kids....what would your(or Liane's) be? Wife and I may be headed to Miami for a couple days without kids and trying to figure out what we may do....a day will probably be spent doing nothing at the beach....likely an evening coastal boat ride as we enjoyed those in Chicago....Frost Museum of Science gets stellar reviews....night club scene is not for us, boat tour of Biscayne Bay and maybe snorkeling as well. Little Havana seems like a must see...what's the secret recommendations of the locals?
Miss the Pontiacs
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I hear Bob makes a great Daiquiri. 
Bob, that being said about 8-track tapes... I always had playback machines for those tapes. Did they ever offer a machine to record with? Could you buy blank tapes, even? I have no idea. I did more with cassettes and CD/ DVD.
Actually, nowadays, I have a double deck cassette player, capable of recording one from the other... I haven't even plugged it in to see if it works... I have a CD player, that I haven't plugged in, since I took ownership of it... See... After I bought, I had all of my equipment, balancing on top of two tires/rims 11/8/11 tires/rims for a Honda three wheeler... One tire held air, the other didn't.. on a 120 degree day, one summer, in the tin can, my stack fell over. I can imagine, my cassette player survived such a fall, think the CD player might be a bit more fussy, my receiver survived. But all of my cassette tapes, let alone my CD collection is put away, in some boxes, in the house, lurking in the background, from some dark corner...
No problem, @loganb.... Welcome to the group. I've read through some of your stuff, too. I've not been a car guy, like yourself, but do like your writings. I've always fixed my own cars, but never beyond that. I always go oem parts. I have never gone past that. Some of the things that you write about, and Bob, too makes me think i can go so much further than now. I do own a 2000 or so Fox Body Mustang, and the only thing in the way, of that, would be the torque boxes on the rear suspension.. I had a chance of buying a pair of torque boxes... Rated at about a thousand hp.. no, my car is a 6 Cylinder... And those torque boxes were not cheap...
We had a little family crisis last week that I prefer not to divulge but it has been all consuming. I was reminded that these are my clowns but I no longer own the circus.
I'm sure you know the story but for the one or two GJ members younger than me, the inspiration came from Art Garfunkel's blind college roommate, Sandy Greenberg.
"… I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you noticed that **** was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture..."
Confident the bleeding would stop but concerned about the apparent crime scene in the bathroom, I headed to THE GARAGE!!!! There's a much bigger sink in the garage so the secondary crime scene won't frighten future visitors. My first hour of triage was not going well so I woke Liane up and mentioned we might want to go to the ER. It didn't look bad in the dark but she HAD to turn on a light to check me out. Without a word, Liane went to her closet and pulled out the flat person who lives for these events. She's dressed and heading out to the car in less time than it usually takes her to put mascara on one eye. I grabbed one of the 5-600 terry hand towels we prefer over paper towels and put it over my nose and mouth. One gob of blood escaped during our slow two minute drive to the hospital. It was long enough to upgrade the towel's color from white to maroon.
Turns out a one-armed man showing up in the ER at 1:00 in the morning with a ****** towel on his face is not that unusual. The guard at the desk said nothing, calmly picked up the phone, said something to the person on the other end and two nurses appeared a few seconds later. Apparently avoiding a third crime scene is important. For the next two and a half hours an ER doctor and three nurses tried to stop the bleeding. Toward the end of the ride to the ER I had been capturing the blood in the back of my throat and had a rather large mouthful. Looking over my towel I gave the medical staff a look that instantaneously brought one of those kidney shaped bowls under my chin. That was the limit of Liane's "In sickness and health" vow and she disappeared. At around 4:30 AM the the bleeding had subsided and the doctor called the ENT (Ear Nose and Throat) surgeon and asked what he wanted them to do. There's nothing that overrides Eliquis but I suspect my blood pressure was dropping so the flow had subsided so he didn't think I needed to be admitted. I was sent home with a nose clamp that looked like it came from a child's toy nurse kit.
Roy Wood, Jr. is one of my favorite comedians. I was introduced to strip clubs in the late '60s when I was taken to one by a group of IBMers in the vicinity of the complex in Endicott, New York and again by a like-minded group in Chicago. They were pretty tame, with no flaming ******* but there were a lot of tasseled pasties and bikini bottoms. One year in the late early '80s I was invited to a bachelor party for one of my IBM co-workers. It was held in one of the All **** clubs in Fort Lauderdale and it was creepy. I was unaware of the need for a stack of singles but like Roy, I didn't get close enough to need them. That same month I was invited to another bachelor party for a member of our Corvette Club. Same story but more expensive and gaudier club. By that time, AIDS was front page news and the idea of getting close enough to make contact with the dancers was quite unappealing. I finished my second minimum required, extremely watered down drink, threw my wad of singles on the stage and left the building.
Liane and I were young enough to join the Disco craze but I was too old to break dance. Not "my bones will break" old but still....
Vulfpeck's 1612 is playing as I type this. Reminds me of Lake Street Dive's "Hypotheticals" with a little bouncier beat. Yes, Lake Street Dive's "Obviously" is on all my iPods.
The one place they don't list that I would put at the top for a member of the Garage Journal is The Coral Castle:
coralcastle.com
It's a 30 mile drive from Miami International Airport, at 28655 S Dixie Hwy, Homestead, FL 33033 (assuming your rental car has a GPS). One sickly man built a garden and house out of the native sedimentary rock called Oolite. By himself, without a single helper (or witness), he quarried 1,000 tons of the rock and carved them into 260 shapes and structures, the heaviest one weighing 21 tons and tallest standing 23 feet. There's a huge swinging door you can open with one finger. All of his tools and equipment were from junked Model T and A era vehicles. Your wife may enjoy the carvings but I guarantee you will enjoy the mystery. Even if he had a modern crane, cutting a chunk of rock in the ground, lifting it out and transporting it to its resting place, cutting a bunch of rock away and still having a 21 ton thing that you have to lift into position is mind boggling. Maybe it's just me -- I mean it was just tuberculosis and he hat two good arms.
My hate for Miami comes from the day we returned from a vacation to Miami International Airport on April 18, 1980. As our plane made its final descent I noticed a number of columns of smoke rising over Liberty City and Overtown. Once on the ground our African American porter told us to get on the limited access highway with our windows closed and stop for no one and don't take a side street -- get to I-95 as fast as I could. The air conditioning in our 1971 Lincoln Town car was not working so we had a sauna ride from the airport to I-95, when we opened the windows an inch or two.
The Flanigan's rep had expected to sell a dozen cases of wine but he sold none. My friends had consumed his entire week's Wine Tasting Party supply. With the wine gone and no plans for anyone other than the rep to leave, someone asked if we had anything to drink. I replied that all we had was some cheap Dominican Republic rum we bought on a cruise. We had no mixers so I went out in the yard and picked a couple dozen Persian limes from our tree. Those fresh limes were tart enough to turn one's lips inside out so we added sugar and ran the rum, lime juice, sugar and ice through our Waring blender. No one asked for a second so we only used up a bottle of horrible rum, some super sour limes and five pounds of sugar.
We had five coffee pots running continuously for most of the following morning. There were a lot of conversations that started with "Did I dream it or did I really [fill in the blank]. What happened at the Heine parties stayed at the Heine parties.
Kay, a dear friend of mine from childhood is a music fanatic. His Facebook posts include happy birthday messages to every musician, living and dead, that he ever listened to. I admire his dedication but I have way too many time consuming but useless obsessions already. When I learned the backstory of Simon and Garfunkel's "The Sound of Silence" it took me back to the time I was close to my neighbor's son, Seamus. It's probably why the music I'm drawn to is from that era.
I'm sure you know the story but for the one or two GJ members younger than me, the inspiration came from Art Garfunkel's blind college roommate, Sandy Greenberg.
@M.Brane, I agree.
Scott, do you realize you're agreeing with the guy who wondered about the traffic jam rather than the one who was actually there at the greatest music event in history?
Kay, I live in a room filled with cranky old computer gear and a smartphone that has voice and GPS tracking records that prove I don't speak or ever leave the room. I do like music with a story or message so I am fully aware some of the things I don't listen to would be a great addition to my horizons. I just fear my life will be justifiably ended if Liane hears me humming some of the lyrics of "Baby Got Back":
"… I like big butts and I cannot lie
You other brothers can't deny
That when a girl walks in with an itty bitty waist
And a round thing in your face
You get sprung, want to pull up tough
'Cause you noticed that **** was stuffed
Deep in the jeans she's wearing
I'm hooked and I can't stop staring
Oh baby, I wanna get wit'cha
And take your picture..."
@Squankum, I appreciate the nightmare you describe. I had suppressed the memory of meeting my brother-in-law's mother-in-law a year or so before she died. She had cancer in her lower jaw and they removed a section of it. They continued removing sections until she had no lower jaw left. She was unable to hold a conversation so we just sat around listening to her try to **** down a smoothie. She wore a large silk scarf to hide the damage but pulled it down to eat.Argh! This is going to make it even harder for her to learn all of the computers and cell phone and wifi password stuff should you predecease her, Bob.
(Just kidding, you've described how she noped out of technology long ago.)
Oh dear... is this anything like phossy jaw?
Phossy jaw - Wikipedia
en.wikipedia.org
Yes. Your situation gets mentioned down at the bottom section, "Links to biphosphonates."
People, I have been merciful and only provided you with a Wikipedia link. If you're the kind of sicko who digs medical photographs, go to the Google image search with it because even the Wikipedia page is gentle with the subject.
In the past, it was discovered in the late 1830's among matchstick makers. Also a risk for people working in the munitions industry, or any Krauts my father called in white phosphorous rounds on to set them and all their **** on fire.
Among my many NTB (Not too Bright) moments, I stopped taking Eliquis three days before I had the nine remaining teeth in my upper jaw extracted one day. One of the nine extraction resulted in a fistula (passage between two parts of the body that should not have a passage). Food trapped in that passage led to a nasty infection, which required major sinus surgery to fix. Stopped taking Eliquis three days before the sinsus surgery and resumed the Eliquis a week later. A day later, I lay down in bed and my upper lip is wet when I put on my CPAP mask. It's around midnight so I go to the bathroom to inspect the wet lip. It's blood and there's quite a bit of it. Now that I'm standing, blood is gushing out of my nose so I plug my nostrils with some toilet paper that is conveniently nearby. Believing I had everything under control, I returned to my bed and sat down. Turns out blood will take the next easiest path and I was suddenly gagging on huge gobs of partially clotted blood exiting my nose and down my throat.
Confident the bleeding would stop but concerned about the apparent crime scene in the bathroom, I headed to THE GARAGE!!!! There's a much bigger sink in the garage so the secondary crime scene won't frighten future visitors. My first hour of triage was not going well so I woke Liane up and mentioned we might want to go to the ER. It didn't look bad in the dark but she HAD to turn on a light to check me out. Without a word, Liane went to her closet and pulled out the flat person who lives for these events. She's dressed and heading out to the car in less time than it usually takes her to put mascara on one eye. I grabbed one of the 5-600 terry hand towels we prefer over paper towels and put it over my nose and mouth. One gob of blood escaped during our slow two minute drive to the hospital. It was long enough to upgrade the towel's color from white to maroon.
Turns out a one-armed man showing up in the ER at 1:00 in the morning with a ****** towel on his face is not that unusual. The guard at the desk said nothing, calmly picked up the phone, said something to the person on the other end and two nurses appeared a few seconds later. Apparently avoiding a third crime scene is important. For the next two and a half hours an ER doctor and three nurses tried to stop the bleeding. Toward the end of the ride to the ER I had been capturing the blood in the back of my throat and had a rather large mouthful. Looking over my towel I gave the medical staff a look that instantaneously brought one of those kidney shaped bowls under my chin. That was the limit of Liane's "In sickness and health" vow and she disappeared. At around 4:30 AM the the bleeding had subsided and the doctor called the ENT (Ear Nose and Throat) surgeon and asked what he wanted them to do. There's nothing that overrides Eliquis but I suspect my blood pressure was dropping so the flow had subsided so he didn't think I needed to be admitted. I was sent home with a nose clamp that looked like it came from a child's toy nurse kit.
Liane picked up the banjo, got it to make a little noise and put it back in its case. It remained in the case for several years and left the building when our son came home on leave with a buddy who mentioned he always wanted to play the banjo. She paid it forward and we never spoke of it again.
I can't tell exactly where the 2 Live Jews are doing their video but I may have visited that stretch of beach. I've never heard the lyrics before but I've heard the conversation too many times to count.
Roy Wood, Jr. is one of my favorite comedians. I was introduced to strip clubs in the late '60s when I was taken to one by a group of IBMers in the vicinity of the complex in Endicott, New York and again by a like-minded group in Chicago. They were pretty tame, with no flaming ******* but there were a lot of tasseled pasties and bikini bottoms. One year in the late early '80s I was invited to a bachelor party for one of my IBM co-workers. It was held in one of the All **** clubs in Fort Lauderdale and it was creepy. I was unaware of the need for a stack of singles but like Roy, I didn't get close enough to need them. That same month I was invited to another bachelor party for a member of our Corvette Club. Same story but more expensive and gaudier club. By that time, AIDS was front page news and the idea of getting close enough to make contact with the dancers was quite unappealing. I finished my second minimum required, extremely watered down drink, threw my wad of singles on the stage and left the building.
For me, Gallagher's best skit was the one with the big mushroom anchor. He described his early married life and then mentioned having his first child. His sentence ended with the thud of the anchor on the stage with him attached by a big hunk of rope.
I listened to several segments of "The Day Walt Disney Died" and realized why I never heard of JFA (Jody Foster's Army). Liane and I DANCED to the vast majority of the music we listened to. Same thing happened when I listened to Refused's "New Noise." I can only survive a few minutes of that kind of music.Well, this is something I didn't expect! I think I've stumbled across that song on my streaming service in recent years. (My streaming service is free! It's called YouTube and has most everything.)
Listening to that song and seeing the American band label (Epitaph) I ran to Wikipedia for a reminder, yes, Swedish. And now I must back up a week:
When I brought up **** Dale, I didn't continue it to music of my youth, as there was some surf music influence on the guitarist East Bay Ray, and also a band in AZ. But I couldn't think of a song that East Bay Ray played guitar on in the 70's and 80's where the band name and lyrical content wouldn't irk some people here... and the band in AZ wasn't a surf band, but skate (as in skateboard) punk, because there's no ocean there. Their band name was abbreviated to JFA and I'll leave that one alone, too.
Here is JFA combining the surf rock classic "Pipeline" with East Bay Ray's guitar work on "Police Truck", no vocals/screaming, just instrumental:
Now back to Refused and the influences that jumped out at me.
I listened to that song today and thought, "Wow, guitar sounds like Adam. And vocals sound like Sam. And the chorus sounds like Ian Mackaye." So now I'll explain that:
First, I ran off to Wikipedia and yep, my ear was right:
Adam N. and Sam McPheeters were the core of the 90's American ******** (punk) band Born Against. Fantastic guitar noises and fantastic horrible screaming, if you like that sort of thing, not like the screaming the kids today do with their 149 flavors of Nordic black death ingrown toenail metal. B.A. never made it big but they were very influential in small circles. The best place to start is the compilation, The Rebel Sound of **** and Failure. After they broke up, Adam went on to create the band (Young) Pioneers, which has a minor country/folk influence, less Black Sabbath influence. Sam McPheeters went on to do electronic music with a former B.A. member, with the prime directive of being very silly. He's now an essayist/novelist and confesses he doesn't even begin to understand how angry he was back then.
Here's a good piece he wrote about Ted Williams' head, and other people's head or corpses being kept on ice with the futuristic, scifi fantasy that someday they can be revived and live again.
The Corpse
Of the many rumors surrounding Bredo Morstoel, here is the most endearing: He arranged his deathbed pillows into a secret signal for his grandson.
As for Ian MacKaye, his arc is mostly:
Minor Threat (early American guitar band, fantastic guitar noises and screaming), then Embrace (softer, still rock) one album, then Fugazi, a little more jazzy and this band had a broader audience of young people since it wasn't a bunch of angry screaming. Both Minor Threat and Fugazi came and went in the span of a couple of years but were hugely influential in, again, certain small circles.
Do I remember Donna Summer? Is the Pope Catholic?
Liane and I were young enough to join the Disco craze but I was too old to break dance. Not "my bones will break" old but still....
Kirk, seems like I've been on statins since before I went through puberty.
Vulfpeck's 1612 is playing as I type this. Reminds me of Lake Street Dive's "Hypotheticals" with a little bouncier beat. Yes, Lake Street Dive's "Obviously" is on all my iPods.
Rick, I think heat was the enemy of magnetic tape, especially housed in a plastic thing. Didn't seem to matter if it was 8-track or cassette. If you left it in the car (at least in Florida) its days were numbered. I transferred all my 8-tracks to cassette and eventually bought the CD versions of the ones I loved.
Rick, I have some hearing left but some of my younger (younger than dirt) friends are already talking about hearing aids. My enemy is pneumatic tools so I'm migrating to battery. My latest acquisition is a Cuisinart Automatic Grind & Brew 12-Cup Coffee Maker with Blade Grinder. It was $25 at one of our nearby thrift stores. It appeared to have been used, perhaps once. First time I turned it on I thought an F105 was warming up. The noise and the amount of stuff that has to be washed before making a pot of coffee educated me on the reason such a lightly used appliance was donated.
Logan, Miami and I have a love/hate relationship so I have little advice on the things to do. I think you're already on the right track and Tripadvisor has some good suggestions:
The one place they don't list that I would put at the top for a member of the Garage Journal is The Coral Castle:
Coral Castle: a Modern Wonder Shrouded in Mystery
Step into a captivating world where each stone holds a secret and every corner whispers a tale of ingenuity and mystery.
coralcastle.com
My hate for Miami comes from the day we returned from a vacation to Miami International Airport on April 18, 1980. As our plane made its final descent I noticed a number of columns of smoke rising over Liberty City and Overtown. Once on the ground our African American porter told us to get on the limited access highway with our windows closed and stop for no one and don't take a side street -- get to I-95 as fast as I could. The air conditioning in our 1971 Lincoln Town car was not working so we had a sauna ride from the airport to I-95, when we opened the windows an inch or two.
Emil, I don't know who told you that but my daiquiris caused some of our friends to quit drinking. Back in the Disco days we heard about a local Flanigans that offered "Wine Tasting Parties." A representative would come to your house with a selection of wines that your guests would taste and then purchase a bottle of said wine. We had a rowdy mob of Corvette Racers and Waxers show up and we all began tasting the **** out of this guy's wine. He got into the party mood and kept going out to his van to return with another case of wine. We had air mattresses and mats so no one was expected to leave our house drunk. The group outside in the pool was pretty loud and the unexpected knock on the door was a couple of city police officers. In her usual calm way, Liane yelled "it's the Police -- I have all your albums" and they laughed. We were warned to keep it down and if they had to return someone would be incarcerated.I hear Bob makes a great Daiquiri.
The Flanigan's rep had expected to sell a dozen cases of wine but he sold none. My friends had consumed his entire week's Wine Tasting Party supply. With the wine gone and no plans for anyone other than the rep to leave, someone asked if we had anything to drink. I replied that all we had was some cheap Dominican Republic rum we bought on a cruise. We had no mixers so I went out in the yard and picked a couple dozen Persian limes from our tree. Those fresh limes were tart enough to turn one's lips inside out so we added sugar and ran the rum, lime juice, sugar and ice through our Waring blender. No one asked for a second so we only used up a bottle of horrible rum, some super sour limes and five pounds of sugar.
We had five coffee pots running continuously for most of the following morning. There were a lot of conversations that started with "Did I dream it or did I really [fill in the blank]. What happened at the Heine parties stayed at the Heine parties.
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