I love getting older. Considering there is only one alternative to aging, I'll take wrinkles over a coffin for as long as I'm able.
Music and DISCUSSION Thread
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Ramjet159
pHeno pHisher
Gotta laugh how life is back to front . When your body and mind is young and virile you spend most of it working your ass off . Then you get to retire with and old and weathered frame that’s still operates in an adapted way depending on your career path . You can’t really retire and take up downhill skiing or mountain climbing . Instead you get to go motorhoming or visit museums and play golf . Ah such is life
I've never done anything right, always forged my own path and been fortunate enough to be living a life I enjoy.
John D McDonald's character Travis McGee appears in many novels. He's kind of a beach bum who works when he needs to. He speaks of "taking his retirement in little pieces whenever he can afford it".
Due to our harsh winters, there is a lot of seasonal work. As a kid I heard the magical phrase "take the winter off" from some of the oilfield construction guys.
Some combination of those philosophies and the reality of life in Alberta led to me spending much of my adult life working 7 days/week, 10-14 hours/day on Shutdowns(Turnarounds) in remote dangerous locations for the majority of the Spring and Fall, and fishing and smoking weed in the Summer and Winter. It certainly isn't for everyone, but it works for me.
Luckily my health is reasonably good, I'm thinner than I've been since high school, and I intend to keep tromping the trails(and making my own) for as long I'm able.
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Inferno Mike
In Bloom
Me either and me too. I worked in the coffee business, music business, and computer programming. Fuck all that hard dangerous shit, that's the stuff I do for fun! To be fair; I've been pretty broke most of my life...but I almost got rich a couple times. Since I didn't sire any offspring I'm more free than most folks to be a fucking skid, and I like it that way. Getting older is great, because it means I didn't die yet. I like living, chronic pain stuff notwithstanding. I'm in worse physical shape than I have been in a long time and in better financial shape than normal. I feel very fortunate not to be struggling through the pandemic times, to the point I feel a little guilty about it.
Anyway, music. A Frank Zappa guitar solo that is tender, emotional, and even gentle is a rare moment. Pink Napkins is one such moment. I love the tone he gets from the VCF filter he uses on this live version of Black Napkins. The bass playing with the tapped harmonics in the beginning is pretty cool, the whole band is so damn tight.
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Inferno Mike
In Bloom
Here's the original released version of the previous track, Black Napkins. A very different feel to the whole band. Frank's conducting direction of the band made every night a bit, or a lot, different. Ever hear the reggae version of Stairway to Heaven they did at soundcheck? Good shit.
I'll post a few Frank Zappa - "Guitarist" tracks as a theme in the next few days, then move on to Frank Zappa - "Composer"
I'll post a few Frank Zappa - "Guitarist" tracks as a theme in the next few days, then move on to Frank Zappa - "Composer"
Z71banshee
In Bloom
I just turned 40 last month and I’m feeling the pain of 20 years of drywall. I’m still in better shape than other drywallers I know, but the pain is starting to come faster. Hopefully within three months my grow store will be open and the drywall tools can get hung up! It will be a whole new set of headaches, but my body will be able to rest a little.
Here’s some modern music that kinda fits the pain theme....
Here’s some modern music that kinda fits the pain theme....
It took me a while to make my friends understand why shit like rollercoasters have zero appeal to me; that I risked my life for real at work. I had ZERO desire to seek those kind of manufactured adrenaline rushes.
Watching rigging fail while there is a 100 ton load in the air, knowing you are in the fall path if the sling rips or if the weld on the lug tears, knowing that even if you could move to safety, you are the one on the radio who has to bring the load down; there is no one else.
Cutting a component you've rigged, free of the structure, and watching the crane raise it up hundreds of feet into the air, knowing that if you fucked up and it falls, you are likely going to live with deaths on your conscience.
Having your personal alarm go off while using only filters in a confined space and not knowing if it is a malfunction, or if you are about to asphyxiate.
Being in a Genie or JLG basket and having the wheels come off the ground and only being saved from going over by the fat ground-rigger noticing and jumping on to act as a makeshift counterweight.
Etc, etc...
Naw, you can keep bungy jumping and skydiving and running with the bulls. I'm good.
I'll stick to camping in the wilderness, where the possible dangers at least make sense.
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Inferno Mike
In Bloom
Respect to all that. I don't do so much crazy stuff for fun these days, fly fishing and camping are about my speed. Snowboarding like an old guy, but a real fast one; making turns on the groomers is about as crazy as I get now.It took me a while to make my friends understand why shit like rollercoasters have zero appeal to me; that I risked my life for real at work. I had ZERO desire to seek those kind of manufactured adrenaline rushes.
Watching rigging fail while there is a 100 ton load in the air, knowing you are in the fall path if the sling rips or if the weld on the lug tears, knowing that even if you could move to safety, you are the one on the radio who has to bring the load down; there is no one else.
Cutting a component you've rigged, free of the structure, and watching the crane raise it raise up hundreds of feet into the air, knowing that if you fucked up and it falls, you are likely going to live with deaths on your conscience.
Having your personal alarm go off while using only filters in a confined space and not knowing if it is a malfunction, or if you are about to asphyxiate.
Being in a Genie or JLG basket and having the wheels come off the ground and only being saved from going over by the fat ground-rigger noticing and jumping on to act as a makeshift counterweight.
Etc, etc...
Naw, you can keep bungy jumping and skydiving and running with the bulls. I'm good.
I'll stick to camping in the wilderness, where the possible dangers at least make sense.
My cub has left the den, I have no responsibilities to anyone but myself for the first time in my life.
I've lived all up and down the socioeconomic spectrum, and I've said many times that I like ME better when I'm a little bit hungry. I find that it is very easy for me to lose perspective when the bank account gets a little too fat and the future looks a little too rosy. It's easy to imagine that I am successful because I deserve it, and that everyone with less than me are just lazy or dumb. Then you take a step or two down and see the hard work and the sacrifice that so many people make for their families, or just to improve their own lives and realize how wrong that thinking is.
I've put it all on the scales, and to have the kind of material success I'm capable of achieving(and have achieved previously) is not worth becoming the person I have to be to achieve it.
We make our own way and ultimately we answer to ourselves for our choices. If I can lay down at night with a clear conscience, the thread count of the linen I'm laying on isn't really relevant.
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Inferno Mike
In Bloom
Deserve is one of the most dangerous words in our language, in my opinion, for exactly the reasons you stated. It feeds confirmation bias and the fundamental attribution error cognitive bias.My cub has left the den, I have no responsibilities to anyone but myself for the first time in my life.
I've lived all up and down the socioeconomic spectrum, and I've said many times that I like ME better when I'm a little bit hungry. I find that it is very easy for me to lose perspective when the bank account gets a little too fat and the future looks a little too rosy. It's easy to imagine that I am successful because I deserve it, and that everyone with less than me are just lazy or dumb. Then you take a step of two down and see the hard work and the sacrifice that so many people make for their families, or just to improve their own lives and realize how wrong that thinking is.
I've put it all on the scales, and to have the kind of material success I'm capable of achieving(and have achieved) is not worth becoming the person I have to be to achieve it.
We make our own way and ultimately we answer to ourselves for our choices. If I can lay down at night with a clear conscience, the thread count of the linen I'm laying on isn't really relevant.
Fundamental attribution error - Wikipedia
Confirmation bias - Wikipedia
More music...The Deathless Horsie.
Ramjet159
pHeno pHisher
Yep your words resonate with me mate . I have the same attitude and have ran a similar path career wise . I’ve shat myself on the job enough times to not go looking for it for fun .It took me a while to make my friends understand why shit like rollercoasters have zero appeal to me; that I risked my life for real at work. I had ZERO desire to seek those kind of manufactured adrenaline rushes.
Watching rigging fail while there is a 100 ton load in the air, knowing you are in the fall path if the sling rips or if the weld on the lug tears, knowing that even if you could move to safety, you are the one on the radio who has to bring the load down; there is no one else.
Cutting a component you've rigged, free of the structure, and watching the crane raise it up hundreds of feet into the air, knowing that if you fucked up and it falls, you are likely going to live with deaths on your conscience.
Having your personal alarm go off while using only filters in a confined space and not knowing if it is a malfunction, or if you are about to asphyxiate.
Being in a Genie or JLG basket and having the wheels come off the ground and only being saved from going over by the fat ground-rigger noticing and jumping on to act as a makeshift counterweight.
Etc, etc...
Naw, you can keep bungy jumping and skydiving and running with the bulls. I'm good.
I'll stick to camping in the wilderness, where the possible dangers at least make sense.
BH
Tha Dank Hoarder
it was great instrumentals but the doll girls and then the people doing mosh pit to that, shows people will mosh pit to anything
Ramjet159
pHeno pHisher
The fella on the right is a Canuck that came down for our Summer and went fishing with us for the season . He was a crazy bastard but one of the funniest fellas I’ve ever known . These two clowns did this for fun to see if they could hang on while being pounded by the crashing swell across our deck . I took the pic while trying not to laugh . Was late eighties
As you have learned, Canadians are a different kind of critter.
A Canadian is more likely to do something to test himself or to have bragging rights among his buds than to try to prove he's the biggest, baddest sumbitch that ever walked the planet or for fame and fortune.
To us, few things are more cringy than the stereotypical American athlete with all the bling and bragging and showing off. Watch old interviews with Wayne Gretzky, or current ones with Connor McDavid, arguably two of the greatest hockey players ever. McDavid especially would rather gargle razor blades than ever say anything about his own talents or accomplishments. Bragging isn't cool here, outside your own circle.
Any Canuck that gets too big for his britches gets the piss taken out of him pretty quick.
Primal
CHOOSE YOUR TITLE
Epic....
I’ve actually worked (after my accident) as a writer/photographer and I was doing a story for a biker mag about a Birthday Bash for Richmond Harley Davidson and was doing the rounds and came across <gasp> a beautiful woman washing a motorcycle. She saw my camera and stuck her rear end out hoping I’d probably zoom in and do a shot something like this:
well I didn’t.... The reason being because of my curse I notice everything and saw a much more epic shot instead. The reason this shot is grainy is because it’s a blow up of the actual shot I took. The sadistic side in me took over and I said NOTHING as I took the below image:
That guy was sooooo pissed, he’d just spent $15.00 on the beer in the solo cup. The girl was soooo upset with me... but it was worth it!!!
Ramjet159
pHeno pHisher
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Ramjet159
pHeno pHisher
Yep I think we walk a very similar path as nations called the tall poppy syndrome . Humility goes a long way and ego does not last long unless your truly willing to laugh at yourself . I have no time for big heads or those that have to celebrate feats of success on field with a little routine of might . I thinks it’s disrespectful to the opposition the same as I dislike Soccer players who ruin the sport by throwing themself to the turf feigning injury every time an opponent comes within a few feet to try and hoodwink the referee into a free kick or penalty . The scoreboard tells the story . Leave it at that .As you have learned, Canadians are a different kind of critter.
A Canadian is more likely to do something to test himself or to have bragging rights among his buds than to try to prove he's the biggest, baddest sumbitch that ever walked the planet or for fame and fortune.
To us, few things are more cringy than the stereotypical American athlete with all the bling and bragging and showing off. Watch old interviews with Wayne Gretzky, or current ones with Connor McDavid, arguably two of the greatest hockey players ever. McDavid especially would rather gargle razor blades than ever say anything about his own talents or accomplishments. Bragging isn't cool here, outside your own circle.
Any Canuck that gets too big for his britches gets the piss taken out of him pretty quick.
Primal
CHOOSE YOUR TITLE
To put this simply as I understand it.... you believe in honor as a way of life and frown on dishonorable behavior???
Ditto...
Any time an athlete would have a big celebration, my Dad would yell at the TV. "Act like you've been there before!"
Then he'd look at me, shaking his head in disgust. "Do you jump around like an idiot every time you fit a pipe or close a manway? Does your sister do the Wave every time she grades an exam? These @#$&% guys! It's their JOB to do that." (he'd mumble or use euphemisms, since womenfolk might hear.
)There are a lot of new Canadians who are huge soccer fans, so it's a growing demographic here, but old school Canadians mock soccer and soccer players for this reason. We grew up watching guys lose teeth to a puck or stick and only miss a shift to get stitched up and stop the blood. (you must leave the ice if you are bleeding). To us, it is the exact opposite of what sport and competition are supposed to be.
Now rugby, or my Irish cousins with their hurling, or you madmen with your version of football, those are manly sports, the kind that can leave you properly concussed.
