Problem: brick & morter joints want/need cash. Give to Caesar what is Caesar's
Ive seen one cat really react to my playing music, it was my aunts... It loved it, purred and went nuts at my feet! Even with the crazy latin stuff..'Ladies' are ripe & ready, but unlike my cat give me no artistic feedback. He wants my lap back, boo hoo. I want the harvest done, and my valve-driven practice amp delivered already. Next week I'll give axe up to the shop for a propa set-up. Nut shaved, truss torqued, bridge lowered, Humbuckers raised. Do it myself??? I won't even adjust my bicycle! I pay professionals for critical service. I should be trading for such work with sacks of da kine
I'll post a last series of pictures of this vert crop soon. Next cage must be an octogon, multi levels. Point-source light is poorly distributed to a flat grow, so vertical to the end for Gator. Donors live in coir, but croppers will get only moving water, wit(sic).
Neither of us are likely to plug in with the Rolling Stones. 
Strat and a Sidekick? Fresh set of Slinkys then boogie
Maybe with the Stoned Rollers? Geezers at the Home in wheelchairs towing equipment dollies. Get the old girls up and dancing!
Rock 'n Roll Never Forgets works like a charm.
Mental floss, brilliant X. While pounding out scales or letting a melodic line flow, the beast abates. Petty regrets too, forget it.
The big issues of emotional state-of-being are addressable in the language of music.
When I drove taxi, some of my customers got in my cab with bad attytood from industrial disease. A memorable few got cured for a while with a deft selection on my ipod. DJ Gator the taxi driver. Good times. One girl, 30ish and a likely corporate attorney got in alone as bars closed with a bag of greasy burger & fries. She was pissed from bad relations with guys who "are all dicks". Quick as a wink, I had Cyndi Lauper singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun. She heard two bars and was bouncing side to side in the back seat, flinging her fries. Made her night.
Another girl was off her route in the dark, and righteously apprehensive. Me stopping was her good fortune, but when she heard Jackson Browne singing Too Many Angels, she felt safe and happy. Told me so. Had no idea who was that singing solo with accustic guitar. One night, I played that piece 20 times in a row, for myself.
Deege, I love drumming. I lack timing but fully appreciate it's presentation. I freaked for a while to Santana recordings, and was all about his guitar, but his art doesn't stand well without percussion. When he holds notes for ransom in Black Magic Woman, rippling congas save the day. Taiko drums make emotional impact without scales nor chords. Imagine Stars and Stripes Forever without a double synchronous snare solo? After 8 weeks at Parris Island USMCRD with no music, the base band played for graduation with professional excellence. I was thrilled to shivers, and can today 43 years later replay that performance like a video in my head.
Well, some of it
Hey jandre, strings still hurt a bit for a few minutes but numb quickly. Fingertip pads will toughen more
THsea, I had a cat who went ga ga when I would whistle any tune. Tone like birdsong? Rabbits like background music; silence warns of danger.
Strat and a Sidekick? Fresh set of Slinkys then boogie
Maybe with the Stoned Rollers? Geezers at the Home in wheelchairs towing equipment dollies. Get the old girls up and dancing!
Rock 'n Roll Never Forgets works like a charm.
Mental floss, brilliant X. While pounding out scales or letting a melodic line flow, the beast abates. Petty regrets too, forget it.
The big issues of emotional state-of-being are addressable in the language of music.
When I drove taxi, some of my customers got in my cab with bad attytood from industrial disease. A memorable few got cured for a while with a deft selection on my ipod. DJ Gator the taxi driver. Good times. One girl, 30ish and a likely corporate attorney got in alone as bars closed with a bag of greasy burger & fries. She was pissed from bad relations with guys who "are all dicks". Quick as a wink, I had Cyndi Lauper singing Girls Just Want to Have Fun. She heard two bars and was bouncing side to side in the back seat, flinging her fries. Made her night.
Another girl was off her route in the dark, and righteously apprehensive. Me stopping was her good fortune, but when she heard Jackson Browne singing Too Many Angels, she felt safe and happy. Told me so. Had no idea who was that singing solo with accustic guitar. One night, I played that piece 20 times in a row, for myself.
Deege, I love drumming. I lack timing but fully appreciate it's presentation. I freaked for a while to Santana recordings, and was all about his guitar, but his art doesn't stand well without percussion. When he holds notes for ransom in Black Magic Woman, rippling congas save the day. Taiko drums make emotional impact without scales nor chords. Imagine Stars and Stripes Forever without a double synchronous snare solo? After 8 weeks at Parris Island USMCRD with no music, the base band played for graduation with professional excellence. I was thrilled to shivers, and can today 43 years later replay that performance like a video in my head.
Well, some of it
Hey jandre, strings still hurt a bit for a few minutes but numb quickly. Fingertip pads will toughen more
THsea, I had a cat who went ga ga when I would whistle any tune. Tone like birdsong? Rabbits like background music; silence warns of danger.
bigirishdoode said:dang i really miss my daily hangings out in the forum, here at mums today, i managed new pics, but now its time to go, if my remoteness allows more like prohibits my fancy new android from delivering the web, but ill be back, full time eventually
