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Friday, March 27, 2009

I'm So Excited I could Just Wee Wee

I'm elated! We just booked a new gig for our band, Morbid Strangers, at the 412 Grill here in Parsons. The last time I played at the 412 was in February of 2008. It will be like homecoming for me. If you live nearby come on over. The 412 Grill surely has some of the very best steaks around. The band will be playing from 9 until 2. We're all planning on having a rocking good time.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

Bass Guitar Update

Yesterday, I took my broken Gibson SG Bass to a very nice dude named Richard Taylor. He is supposed to be the guitar repair guru. The good news is that he says he can fix it, no sweat. The bad news is that he probably won't get it done until May. He had a whole house full of guitars needing work. I still have my trusty Fender.

Sunday, March 22, 2009

My Debut with Morbid Strangers

Well, I had a large time last night with Morbid Strangers at the AG Pavillion in Centerville. It was my debut performance with the group and I played bass guitar and keyboards with them. They also let me sing a song. It was good for me to finally play live again after being out of the pocket for almost a year. I'm looking forward to the next gig on April 4, 2009, at Memories Bar and Grill.

Friday, March 20, 2009

A Broken Neck and A Broken Heart

Last Saturday night at band practice, I got my foot caught in the instrument cable and pulled my Gibson SG bass guitar off onto the floor, fracturing the neck at the headstock. Nobody's fault but mine!

Now not only does my guitar have a broken neck, I also have a broken heart. It is a real Gibson, and it is expensive, but it's a lot more than that. My sweet wifey gave me this instrument and I had one similar to it when I played back in the 60's and 70's so there is a lot of sentimental value attached to this thing.

Fortunately, there is a guy over in the next county who repairs guitars and the lead guitar player in our band had the same thing happen to his 6 string SG. Our guitar player says this injury can be repaired with glue, however I am wondering if replacement of the neck is a better option. Anyway I am taking my baby to the guitar hospital Monday for an examination. If push comes to shove, the Gibson factory is in Nashville and I'll take her there.

Evidently, this is not an unusual occurrence with Gibsons of this variety. They are made out of mahogany which accounts for the deep tone of the bass. Problem with mahogany is that it is heavy (trust me) and brittle making it prone to fracture.

I still have my Fender Mustang bass, and it is a fine instrument indeed but things just won't be the same until my SG is back on stage again.

Woe is me!

Sunday, March 8, 2009

Rockin with Morbid Strangers

Little wifey and I took a trip to Memories Bar and Grill in Centerville, TN last night to enjoy live music by Morbid Strangers (my new band). All the wives, girlfriends, other friends were there and we got to meet and mingle with them. We have rehearsal scheduled this coming Thursday night and next Saturday night. I am hoping I can get enough of their songs under my belt so I can begin performing with them real soon.

Tony Hensley (guitar and vocals) invited little wifey over Saturday night to meet and get to know his wife, Mary, while the band reahearses. What a nice change of pace for me! I'll keep everyone posted on Morbid Strangers.

A Little Music

I just wanted to put this track up from the last group of musicians I was with. I'll not mention the name of the group as they used to get mad if I said anything about the group on a blog, imagine that (See my previous post, Musicians Are Crazy). This is unlike the present group of guys I am with, Morbid Strangers. I asked the new group about posting stuff about them on the blog, and the reply was, "Hell, we'll take any free publicity we can get!" Just goes to show you the difference in people.

Anyway, here's "Born on the Bayou" by CCR performed by my old band. I paid for this recording, so if any of the old band members don't like that I put it up, well, that's just too damned bad! Click the "start" button to listen.

Thursday, March 5, 2009

The Road Morons of Tennessee

I like driving. Driving gives me a chance to be alone with myself and contemplate the ways of the world. The other day, I drove to New Johnsonville which is 2 counties away from us. I made a run to the liquor store, since our county is dry. Little wifey sure does like to booze it up so I have to keep her supplied…………just kidding, but we do have wine every night (for medicinal purposes).

My drive gave me an opportunity to reflect on the wide assortment of road morons that we have here in West Tennessee. I'd like to share a few of them with you:

1. The squalling tire poker: You'll be sailing along on the open road at highway speed and this moron will burn rubber and squeal tires trying his best to pull out in front of you. Once he's out there, he pokes along about 20 mph, weaving from line to line, twisting his head right to left………..Idiot!

2. The emergency lane pullover: Normally the emergency lane is for just that…..EMERGENCIES! But this moron will poke and weave, running about 20 mph in the 55 zone. You'll get on his tail, hoping to pass and finally he'll look in the rear view mirror, suddenly veering over into the emergency lane to let you by. Why not just do the speed limit in the first place?

3. The variable speed turn signal fooler: This dude will speed up, slow down, almost stop, turn on his turn signal, turn off his turn signal, speed up slow down……you get the idea. My daddy always told me that if you don't know where you're going, you should at least have the courtesy to get out of the way.

4. The emergency lane right turner: Hey idiot! The emergency lane is NOT a right turn lane.

5. The left lane left turn. Hey idiot, you're not supposed to cross the centerline into the oncoming lane before you turn left. Believe it or not I have seen a couple of close call head-on collisions because of this numbskull.

The following episodes cover idiots on the interstate:

6. The left lane impeder: You all have seen them. On a 4 lane highway they will be poking along in the left lane. There will be signs stating "Keep Right Except to Pass". Often times you'll look over at the driver and there will be a cell phone stuck in the ear. Well I don't have to tell you where I'd like to stick that cell phone! There is a special place in hell for left lane impeders, right next to Adolf and Saddam.

7. The left lane obstructer: This is a variation of the impeder. They will ride in the left lane next to and at the very same speed as the vehicle in the right lane. This may go on for miles and miles. Often times a mile long line of traffic will be following the idiot. Again, these drivers frequently have cell phones growing out of the sides of their heads. I have heard that some states are beginning to cite drivers for doing this. I'm afraid there is no evidence of this in Tennessee so far.

8. The right lane whipper: These people baffle the hell out of me. They will come sailing by you in the left lane, whip suddenly over into the right lane, suddenly throwing on the brakes, forcing you to suddenly throw on the brakes. You move over into the left lane, speeding back up to normal speed to pass the moron. They give it the gas and pull out in the lead. You ease back over to the right only to suddenly be reading his license plate again in a few seconds. This dance can go on for many minutes until one of you finally gets off the freeway.

9. The blind spot bluffer: As you ride comfortably along in the right lane, you notice that you are slowly but surely approaching the back of a semi truck. A move to the left lane will eventually be required. You see a car rapidly overtaking you in the left lane. It looks as if he will pass quickly, but to your dismay he comes into your blind spot on the left and just sits there. As you approach the semi truck you have to make a decision. Either you slow down behind the truck and then wait for the blind spot bluffer and the line of traffic that has accumulated behind him to all pass, or you give it the gun and whip quickly over in front of the moron. I generally prefer to whip over in front of the moron, and frequently the moron will, honk, shake his fist, or flash his lights………hell like it's my fault??? Idiot!

Well, that's a few of the road morons that I have gotten to know. I betcha all of you know them too and maybe some others. If you have one of your own favorite morons that I left out I'd like to hear about it.

Playing again

Well, once again I'm playing in a band. I jammed with "Morbid Strangers" last night. I liked them and I guess they liked me cause they invited me to come join them. They play a little of everything, old time rock-n-roll, blues, country, and even some modern alternative stuff. I knew a bunch of their songs already and they knew most all of mine and seemed very interested in what I offered them. I still have a bit of a learning curve to overcome but I'm hoping to appear with them on March 21. They seem like a friendly buncha dudes and I thoroughly enjoyed myself.

Sunday, March 1, 2009

Gone but not forgotten

Sad news friends. Paul Harvey, long time radio personality is dead at age 90. Boy I grew up hearing that unmistakable voice on the radio. Rest in peace our friend. You're gone but never forgotten.

A Fresh Breath of Rush

I listened to Rush Limbaugh address CPAC on the Fox News Channel yesterday. As always, it was like a breath of fresh air. The speech was scheduled to run for 20 minutes and it ended up going for like an hour and twenty minutes, and the crowd was loving every minute of it.

Rush takes constant criticism from the looney left and from many out there who have heard what an "evil, right wing, bigot, homophobe" he is but have never bothered to listen to him on their own.

I was laughing at the left wing commentator on Fox yesterday trying to explain Rush away as "entertainment" never admitting for a minute that everything he said was absolutely correct.

As I said above, Rush is frequently criticized by people who have never actually taken the time to sit and listen to him. He challenges people to make the time to listen and try to listen to his show for a couple of weeks before passing judgement on him.

For me it did not take that long. I remember the very first time I heard Rush on the radio. It was probably in late 1988 or 1989. I was sitting in the airport in Dyersburg, Tennessee, waiting while the mechanic did some work on my small airplane. The local radio station was playing over the intercom in the FBO and on the air was some dude talking. I did not pay much attention at first but as he went on, it dawned on me that this man was saying everything in my current belief system. That man was Rush Limbaugh.

My most favorite thing about Rush is that he pisses liberals off and knows just exactly which of their buttons to push. Anytime you can piss off a liberal, it is a very good thing.

If you believe in life and liberty, the power and greatness of the individual, the greatness of America, and the horror of our bloated and intrusive federal gubment, you'll like Rush.

If you can't listen to Rush on your radio, I'd strongly encourage you to subscribe to his website, http://www.rushlimbaugh.com/, and set up your computer to receive the daily podcast. The podcast condenses the normal 3 hour show down to about an hour and 45 minutes (no commercials). Sweet wifey and I are faithful listeners. Sometimes he leaves us happy, and sometimes mad, but usually always smiling. Check it out!

(By the way, it is my understanding that all the proceeds from his website go to charity.)