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Man, I Miss This Stuff

If you’re new around here, those are my kids. They’re not really kids anymore, of course. I think the drummer was twelve and the singer/guitarist was nineteen when they made that video. The older one is out in the world making his way. He’s performing music again, as a solo act, although I’ve never seen […]

The Weirdest Composer

I love the title overlay: The Weirdest Composer. Well, there’s plenty of competition for that title, but Erik Satie is certainly in the running. No matter how hard you study, and practice, and tinker around, you have to be somewhat nuts to come up with anything really original. This piece of music still sounds profoundly […]

It’s How You Push the Rock That Matters

I’ve been remodeling a bedroom in our house. It’s in a turret on the second floor. It’s my son’s bedroom, and was my other son’s bedroom before that. It makes an excellent defilade position for covering any invasions from up or down the street. The topic doesn’t come up all that often, though. The ceiling […]

Somebody’s Gotta Go Back and Get a Sh*tload of Dimes

Well, now that you know how to run a Roman army, let’s figure out how you’re going to get that army where it’s going. Luckily, someone named Sasha Trubetskoy has made a subway-style map of all the major Roman roads, circa 125 anno domini. And it’s very, very cool: You can click on it to […]

Tuesday Trash Day on a Wednesday. A Symptom of Something, I Guess

I’ve been banging on my house again. A lot. In the last couple of weeks we’ve painted, and installed flooring, and carpeting, and fabricated and installed interior woodwork, did some landscaping, placed some concrete, concrete block, and mortared this and that. Oh, yes, you saw the roofing. There was a stretch of something like ten […]

A Song for You

Ray Charles Robinson singing a Leon Russell song in 1999, in Frankfurt Germany. He was about 70 years old then. He hadn’t lost anything off his fastball. There’s a convergence of material and audience and performer on display that’s pretty rare. You can hear a pin drop while he’s singing. You couldn’t hear a plane […]

Flight-Deck, Gutbucket, Down-Home Galvanic Soul

Whoah. That’s some Nehru jacket-pageboy-haircut-1968 goodness during the introduction. The singer is Jamesetta Hawkins, who played Boggle with her name and dyslexied it up to Etta James. That’s a Muscle Shoals production. It’s the greatest band in the history of ever. This is when they were banging away at Fame records, before they moved across […]

When Everyone Is a Record Producer, No One Is

Things are moving fast in the LLM/OpenAI/Artificial Intelligence/Autofill Straight From the Devil and a Supercomputer world (I really wish they’d settle on a name for this stuff). You can simply describe the image you’re looking for in a few words, and plenty of different chatbot/virtual assistants will make you one lickety split. They “hallucinate” a […]

One Hand for Yourself, and One for the Boat

We have a roomy front porch. It’s semicircular, set under a roof. It is about 25 feet from the street. We have a couple of Adirondack chairs out there, and like to sit in them after lunch and drink coffee, and again late in the afternoon when the sun is slinking off over the mountains. […]

Trash Day Roundup. A Day Early, Sorta

Well, as you know, Tuesday is trash day around here. Except when it ain’t. Yesterday was a holiday, so the trash gods don’t descend from their Olympus of offal and visit our shack ’til Wednesday. But we stick to the old ways, here. Tuesday it is. Let’s clean out our bookmarks, shall we, and see […]