how it is done...

 

THE RIVER FLOWS...

 this lovely little ditty is in the key of D. find the changes and count them till becomes automatic. harder than it seems because the song dances like a river itself and which way to go is so hard to tell. once you master the underlying structure and symmetry then you too can dance like the river and mirror its every move in the flow of your own soul.

Etta James - If I Had Any Pride Left At All

platinum plated diamond studded ruby inlaid solid gold...

the greatest country album ever. it contains two of the absolute best country weepies of all time.

there is none better. sure willie and george and conway twitty all gave it a go and leroy van dykes " world caving in" comes close not to mention freddy fenders "next teardrop falls". Johnny knocks it out of the park.

If you want the backstory then wikipedia is the first go and the rest you have to make up for yourself.

The title of the album itself is the controversial ditty take this shove and shove it which I think everybody in every station has thought to themselves at sometime but there are two standout tracks.

Cotton To Satin and Barstool Mountain. 

Two tragic whitetrash tales of romance heartbreak and despair.

All the necessary ingredients for a crying drunk.

Crying harp

Weeping pedal steel

Crisp piano licks

A tragedy in four verses and recondite chorus

3/4 time and accapella lines.

ace changes an nice key change modulations

sublime music

listen to early byrds for sublimity. their whole thing transcended any and  all pre imposed rules or musical boundaries and entered another level of consciousness.

roots...

 

bit of music to soothe the soul...

Ronnie Gilbert of the Weavers

Tommy Tedesco and Hal Blaine

 

two of Americas finest heroes...

 Harry Truman. Gregory (pappy) Boyington.

plane sailing...

 German pilot is Gerhard Barkhorn.

When F105's were stationed in Germany during the cold war they would sneak over into East Germany and wake them up then leave all chasers in the dust so the story goes

The light aeroplane is the prototype Fu 24 and I built a few of those at Mechanics bay in Auckland

stop crony governance by this lot...

 

Buddy Guy on Maxwell St, Chicago...

 Buddy Guy: Some of the guitar gunslingers wouldn’t help you if you was bleeding to death. They’d see that as one less competitor to worry ‘bout. But others, like B.B. King and Muddy couldn’t do enough for you. God blessed them with a generous spirit. Those are the guys I was trying to be like.

You can read books that say there was a South Side style to the Chicago blues and then a West Side style, but I say that’s bullshit. We was playing all over. I started out at the 708 on the South Side, but I went to the Squeeze Club on the West Side.

Muddy told me before he ever played regularly in clubs that he and Walter and them would set up on Maxwell Street in Jewtown—this is on the Near West Side—where pushcarts were selling everything from lima beans to lime-green trousers. “It happened on the weekends,” said the Mud. “You’d get over there around noon to find you a spot on the street. You just started playing. If it rained, you stuck an umbrella over your head and played again. Could be snowing, could be sticky hot—didn’t make no difference ’cause the people, they’d come no matter what. They shopping for junk and jewelry and God knows what. Everyone looking for a bargain. You ain’t ever seen so many people out there as there was on Maxwell Street. You’d make good money on Maxwell Street. I liked it a lot better than being up in these clubs with the guys pulling out their knives and shooting off their pistols. Ain’t no more music on Maxwell Street these days, but if you wanna good suit at a cheap price, go down to Jewtown, Buddy, and tell ’em Muddy sent you.”

Guy, Buddy. When I Left Home: My Story

memo to United States Postal Service...

 what took you so long?

good news...

 The decision for the Carterton District Council to take back community housing in Carterton will be reconsidered in five years.

One person who was an empire builder and a councillor and everything else persuaded the CDC to relinquish control over Porritt Place and other council housing assets in Carterton to the care of The Carter Society who are in effect a band of amateurs and to be managed by Carter Court whose present manager was plucked from Toastmasters. Nobody in Carterton knows who they are or where they came from.

This person has no people skills and is reliant on the same old sneaks and snoops to feed her information. 

when I offered to sweep the path if they provided a broom the GARDENER delivered a whopping great concrete finishers broom left over from the additions to carter court. She stood behind the hedge and laughed!!!!

She walked into my place for the first inspection took one look at my degrees on the wall and said," its the intelligent ones you have to watch out for"!

???????????????

This is my home and I am not an insect in an insectarium.

On the surface all is well but the groundstaff at Carter Court have the weird idea that somehow they need to be FRENZ with everybody and they too have been chosen because they KNEW somebody and any qualifications were not necessary.

When I told that particular  manager that the lawmower guy had no gardening qualifications she flat out lied and said he did!

I cannot say for sure if he did or not but he was a ladies hairdresser for  all his working life and where he found the time to obtain any horticultural quals baffles me.

After all anyone can walk round with a spray outfit spraying the hell out of everything and posing for the old people in the home looking out the windows. 

There used to be a rose garden at the entrance to Carter Court taken care of by the Carterton Rose Society who got elbowed out and left to the tender mercies of an idiot who sprayed them to death. He was the GARDENER and he did not want anyone with any real knowledge telling him what to do.

They cant even  mow the lawns properly.

They have sprayed the front lawn to death so many times that there is very little grass left and most of it is weeds and if the management of Carter Court knew what they were doing they would order a BAG OF diphasic super and some grass seed and put it back into order. I would be ashamed to call it a lawn.

They have let the hedge between Carter Court and Porritt place grow rank and are basically too lazy to trim it properly. Both of them are obese.

The word on the ground is contractors ARE COMING IN TO PULL THE WHOLE THING OUT.

My tenancy agreement guarantees me privacy and there will be none once the hedge is gone.

I repeat. This is my home not a motel for transients.

anyway they have five years left to do the right thing before this travesty comes up for public consultation again. 

The original brief for Carter Court was a home for indigent old men but over the years the bigheads have seen the possibilities for empire building and to hell with the people getting in the way of their dreams of even bigger authority. and QSOs and MBEs.

When the council takes over again and retrieves their property then proper maintenance and property managment will again be undertaken by a democratic institution without fear or favour and interference by people with their own personal agendas. 

and when the silk trees drop their leaves in autumn they will send a guy round with a broom to tidy up instead of loading the budget with yet another outside contractor and a large machine to do the job the people who dont believe in effort will not do and should be doing.

sunday morning special...

 rinse the blood from my toga...