Music and DISCUSSION Thread

Lockedin

In Bloom
This is a common practice in Michigan. If I look up directions to a place, the first thing I look at is time.....actually, I never even look at how many miles the trip is! Lol. Here, instead of the caveat ‘depending on traffic’ (which is used in cities), we would follow the time of travel with ‘depending on the weather’.
Spent most of my career in the studios, but living on the fringe of LA. Only 45 miles, but it took 1.5 hours on a good day. Don't start me on Californians in the rain.....:hotpoop:
Our driving style is misunderstood however. In Southern California we figure since they teach Defensive driving, Somebody must be on the Offense - might as well be us!

 
Spent most of my career in the studios, but living on the fringe of LA. Only 45 miles, but it took 1.5 hours on a good day. Don't start me on Californians in the rain.....:hotpoop:
Our driving style is misunderstood however. In Southern California we figure since they teach Defensive driving, Somebody must be on the Offense - might as well be us!


I did a small vacation in Cali with some German friends. We were staying in Santa Barbara, but we flew to Salt Lake City to see FFDP for one of their birthdays. Driving from Santa Barbara to LAX was pure hell!!! Almost an hour to go six miles and we booked a different flight knowing that we would miss it and then missed that flight as well!! I will never understand why anyone would want to live there.....just madness and concrete ?.

I just stumbled upon this picture shortly after my last reply!
3963B057-FF4C-4221-BD6E-DA8913E3E6BB.jpeg
Translation if we don’t use miles or time for a measurement! ?
 

Lockedin

In Bloom
I did a small vacation in Cali with some German friends. We were staying in Santa Barbara, but we flew to Salt Lake City to see FFDP for one of their birthdays. Driving from Santa Barbara to LAX was pure hell!!! Almost an hour to go six miles and we booked a different flight knowing that we would miss it and then missed that flight as well!! I will never understand why anyone would want to live there.....just madness and concrete ?.

I just stumbled upon this picture shortly after my last reply!

Translation if we don’t use miles or time for a measurement! ?

I lived a good portion of that drive for 25 years. (maybe THAT's where my hair went...)

My favorite directions ever were in Branson Mo. - everything was based on Walmart:
"Well, you go 2 blocks past the Walmrt and make a right."
"If you get to the Walmrt y'all went too far."
"You can see it on the left as you pass the Walmrt"
(Walmart spelled phoentically)

 

Amarok

bad mother chucker
Staff member
Moderator
This song is a bit of a trip.

If you don't know better, it's just about a guy who is watching his lady enjoying herself on the dance floor.

The true story behind the song breaks my heart. The man who wrote it, Jerome Felder, suffered from polio. On his wedding day he watched his new bride from his wheelchair, and was moved to write this:

 

Lockedin

In Bloom
It's a long track, but I still like this one with a solid stone and a creative project.
I have to admit though, that it had a better effect with mushrooms - or other "Deadhead" type of substances I got into back then....

 

Amarok

bad mother chucker
Staff member
Moderator
That was terrifying, @Lockedin. I only ever knew a few hardcore skydivers.

First was a married couple around 1990. She died when her 'chute failed to open (I do not know details, but was told it was her first jump with a different type than she was used to). Within a year or 18 months, her widower hit a powerline and was badly burned, along with the other damage he took. Only time you'll catch me jumping from a plane, would be if it was on fire.

Many years later, I worked with this guy. Hardcore is one thing, but he had a young family to look after. He had no business still doing this shit at that point, imo. Once you are a Dad, your life doesn't belong to you anymore, at least for a while.
Last time I saw him, he was in the office picking up a cheque and his son was with him. Gabe was in a sling that day from some earlier incident. IIRC, his fatal fall was less than 6 months later. :(

 

Lockedin

In Bloom
That was terrifying, @Lockedin. I only ever knew a few hardcore skydivers.

First was a married couple around 1990. She died when her 'chute failed to open (I do not know details, but was told it was her first jump with a different type than she was used to). Within a year or 18 months, her widower hit a powerline and was badly burned, along with the other damage he took. Only time you'll catch me jumping from a plane, would be if it was on fire.

Many years later, I worked with this guy. Hardcore is one thing, but he had a young family to look after. He had no business still doing this shit at that point, imo. Once you are a Dad, your life doesn't belong to you anymore, at least for a while.
Last time I saw him, he was in the office picking up a cheque and his son was with him. Gabe was in a sling that day from some earlier incident. IIRC, his fatal fall was less than 6 months later. :(


I had a few "hardcore" pursuits in my 20's - Big wave surfing, spearfishing (no tanks) & a bunch of other stuff I still don't tell Mom about.
After a few people around me had accidents, and having my daughter; I mellowed considerably --- sort of.
Now that she's older, I find that my interests have changed somewhat - instead of fast fishing boats, I dream of cruisers and spending weekends at the islands with my family.
I still surf & dive - still have a couple "big wave guns" in the quiver - just a more............................"mature" perspective than back when I was bulletproof. ;)

 

Amarok

bad mother chucker
Staff member
Moderator
having my daughter; I mellowed considerably --- sort of.
Now that she's older, I find that my interests have changed somewhat - instead of fast fishing boats, I dream of cruisers and spending weekends at the islands with my family.
I still surf & dive - still have a couple "big wave guns" in the quiver - just a more............................"mature" perspective than back when I was bulletproof. ;)
Becoming a Dad to a baby girl was a life altering in so many ways I never anticipated.

Even before she came along though, I was trying to age appropriately. I had my last bar fight in my late 20's, gave up moshing around 30, stopped smoking tobacco and chasing strange a few years after that. The booze stuck around longer than it should have, but that's done too, and has been for a long time.

I'll still stay alone in the wilderness, I'll trek the thick bush, I'll float down rivers by myself. I still do stuff I love, some of it dangerous, but that stuff has evolved as the years roll by.
 

Lockedin

In Bloom
Becoming a Dad to a baby girl was a life altering in so many ways I never anticipated.

Even before she came along though, I was trying to age appropriately. I had my last bar fight in my late 20's, gave up moshing around 30, stopped smoking tobacco and chasing strange a few years after that. The booze stuck around longer than it should have, but that's done too, and has been for a long time.

I'll still stay alone in the wilderness, I'll trek the thick bush, I'll float down rivers by myself. I still do stuff I love, some of it dangerous, but that stuff has evolved as the years roll by.

I've always wanted to trek through some forests - a friend did the John Muir trail a while ago. Sounds like a life changing experience.
 

Amarok

bad mother chucker
Staff member
Moderator
I've always wanted to trek through some forests - a friend did the John Muir trail a while ago. Sounds like a life changing experience.
Honestly, for me the woods were home. I grew up with miles and miles of woods and swamps all around and very little supervision. I love it so much. Some people get claustrophobic in the thick shit, but for me it's the other way around. I love being in deep where you become part of it, and I feel exposed and vulnerable out on the prairie.

In ~50 years of playing outside, I can only think of a very small number of times when I was afraid in the bush. Walking home from the bar in the city holds far more danger, in my experience.

Once you become attuned to it, you become aware of things that you didn't consciously notice. I can think of numerous times where I knew a person or animal(s) were nearby before I saw them, because my subconscious was noticing tiny sounds or smells or lack of sounds or whatever other signals. I miss that sense of connectedness.

I'm sure other outdoorsmen here have felt the same thing. I imagine those of you who spend a lot of time out on the ocean develop a similar relationship with your surroundings.
 

Amarok

bad mother chucker
Staff member
Moderator
Always related hard to this one:

I'm nothing, I'm like a cloud
I'm free to be alone in a crowd
What's your reality it's not real to me
What's your anomaly it is my destiny




I'm nothing now and I'll be nothing when
This nothing world has it's nothing end

:carlton:
 

Lockedin

In Bloom
Excerpt from the 'pedia:

The Requiem in D minor, K. 626, is a requiem mass by Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart (1756–1791). Mozart composed part of the Requiem in Vienna in late 1791, but it was unfinished at his death on 5 December the same year. A completed version dated 1792 by Franz Xaver Süssmayr was delivered to Count Franz von Walsegg, who commissioned the piece for a requiem service to commemorate the anniversary of his wife's death on 14 February.

For me this has always been a go to for storm watching; very dramatic. (Night on Bald Mountain is great too).
Of course, being at home in SoCal, the current "storm" consists of low, gloomy clouds, occasional drizzle & wind --- it's all over the news. :LOL:
Musically, some of the male basso & female soprano leads have seriously heavy metal progressions that translate like 1792 Metallica or Slayer.

 

Amarok

bad mother chucker
Staff member
Moderator
My nomination for the legit toughest rap group ever: about a ton and a half of gansta Samoans who are all actual brothers.

Db9fGurW0AAfmVD.jpg

 
Top Bottom