Over the years, I have sworn off various things. Actually, it was more of a worn off than sworn off. Television programs lost quality, although there was a vast increase in quantity thanks(?) to cable. Too many choices, not have enough time to actually follow a series, so now it’s the occasional Netflix.
I do watch the morning news for the weather forecast and traffic report. Unfortunately it seems to be 80 percent commercials, so I have to pay strict attention while shaving or else I miss it.
I used to love computers, which led to a fascination with the internet. Most of what is available online is best left alone. Let’s just say that it’s a bit worse than a naked stroll through a tick infested patch of poison ivy complete with brown recluse spiders and venomous snakes. I admit that I deny reality and look for decent content. Unfortunately, the best I find are things like YouTube videos showing me how to adjust the carburetor on my weed eater.
So, what does that leave? Reading, writing, experimenting, ham radio, guitar, drums, or puttering around the house.
All things considered, much better choices.
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Tagged Amateur radio, cable television, computers, drums, experimenting, Guitar, ham radio, internet, Music, reading, Writing
I often wish that my blogs would lend themselves to more pictures. I’m not a bad photographer, and some blogs are full of sunsets, beach scenes, Grand Lake up in the Rockies, or whatever. Mine—not so much.
I’ve been going through some physical therapy for some old injuries. The therapy has actually worked better than a variety of drugs that have been prescribed in the past. However, for it to work, I need to be consistent in my follow through. It struck me, that if there’s a common theme in life, that’s it.
How do you get to Carnegie Hall?
Practice! Practice! Practice!
It’s true of music, physical fitness, painting, even math or science. (Do YOU remember how to solve a quadratic equation? We all learned how in high school.)
Calvin Coolidge was not one of our more noteworthy presidents, being known as “Silent Cal.” However, he did leave us with a great thought:
Nothing in the world can take the place of Persistence. Talent will not; nothing is more common than unsuccessful men with talent. Genius will not; unrewarded genius is almost a proverb. Education will not; the world is full of educated derelicts. Persistence and determination alone are omnipotent. The slogan ‘Press On’ has solved and always will solve the problems of the human race.
30th president of US (1872 – 1933)
Practice! Practice! Practice!
When John Lennon died, it was a senseless shooting. It was shocking, but it really didn’t affect me personally.
Freddie Mercury died of AIDS, which was pretty much a death sentence back in the early 90s. No one was surprised, given that Freddie Mercury was—Freddy Mercury.
Dan Peek from America died; I love their music, but have no idea what he even looked like.
David Bowie—I wasn’t a huge fan, but he was a little too close to my age when he died.
But Glenn Frey? That hits too close to home. I love listening to the Eagles, and have been known to play along with their CDs. My wife and I saw the Eagles perform, and thoroughly enjoyed it. I suspect he was a bit—shall we say—headstrong? Don Felder would probably agree with that. As Joe Walsh said, “It’s Don and Glenn’s band.” It won’t be the same, even if they try to keep things going. It’s yin without yang or heads without tails.
Plus it reminds many of us that no one lives forever.
But I will always enjoy Glenn’s music, and am glad that he left it behind for us to remember him by.
I admit it. I’ve been trying to write blogs lately, but:
- There was Christmas.
- My son, daughter-in-law, and grandchildren drove 12 hours to visit.
- My daughter, who has started reading my blog, says all my blogs are the same.
- I keep coming up with ideas that are incomplete—which got me thinking.
Some of the Beatles songs, including much of Abbey Road were actually the parts of songs that had never fully developed. Therefore I tried to piece together ideas:
My New Year’s resolutions. After “I will never be a staffer for Donald Trump,” I got stuck.
I tried to write about the era of Downton Abbey and how people were once born into wealth and/or married into it, and how that is rare today.
Then I thought of:
- The Bushes
- The Clintons
- Miley Cyrus
- Jaden Smith
- Colin Hanks
- Drew Barrymore
- Prince Charles
Which brought me back to square one, so, attempting to steal from the Beatles, using the tune from “She Came in through the Bathroom Window”:
My son and daughter trashed the bathroom,
I think they lost my silver spoon,
So I sat there and I pondered,
I should not get mad so soon.
My kids have always been expensive,
Cost me more than I could know,
But I wouldn’t change a minute,
So now I have these joys to show
Is it any wonder?
Let me close this year with my thanks to God for my NORMAL family (the emphasis is there to remind me that despite the condition of their bedrooms and bathroom, my kids are normal; on the other hand, given their outstanding academic, athletic, and musical accomplishments, I owe it to them to differentiate between normal and average).
For you, may 2015 be the year that was just before when everything became wonderful.
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Tagged 2015, 2016, New Year, writer's block
Bay Youth Orchestra of Virginia, Wind Ensemble
My daughter played in a symphonic concert this weekend, and I was the designated (volunteer) photographer. I used to do a lot of photography in my younger days and still remember a thing or two. Of course that pales in comparison to what I’ve forgotten (e.g. if you own multiple digital cameras, put different lenses on them rather than trying to juggle two lenses at the same time).
Taking the pictures is the easier part, and while darkrooms are rare, many of the darkroom techniques have migrated to computer. So, when I got home, I sorted the photos. I then dodged and burned images, adjusted framing just like the old days, but without getting my hands wet. I’ve gotten used to this by taking the pictures at my kids’ soccer games. However, I began to think (always dangerous) that while sports photos are an American tradition requirement, photos of a concert are a bit different.
When you think about it, it just seems odd to use one artistic medium to share another. It’s true that music can reflect other arts—Mussorgsky’s Pictures at an Exhibition is an excellent example. However, it seems more difficult to work in the opposite direction. I don’t think that even a masterpiece painting could reflect a particular piece of music such that the viewer would recognize the melody. I suspect even the greatest choreographer could not create a dance that causes the audience to taste peanut butter. Mixing media is like writing a haiku explaining hockey—it just doesn’t work.*
So, my photos may not transmit, explain, or even reflect the melody, the harmony, the counterpoint, or even the thematic chords that were performed, but it does give the parents a chance to see their kids on stage.
Sometimes that’s enough.
* Although my son wrote his college entrance essay on soccer and its comparison to international relations.
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Tagged band, brasswind, ensemble, orchestra, percussion, symphony, woodwind
My priorities never seem to be in the order I wish they were. I’m dying to get in some guitar and drum time, and after readjusting my ham radio station, I want to get on the air.
Unfortunately, we had a bit of a plumbing disaster, with the need to cut a hole in the wall. Naturally, the hole needed to be cut right next to my radio gear. I need to finish patching the hole—which is progressing nicely, thank you—which creates large amounts of dust. I have a number of painting tarps, but I don’t want that much weight on my gear, so I need to get a couple of cheap plastic ones. Once the hole is patched, sanded, primed, and painted, then I can……….put all of the shelves back and all of the office supplies, etc. back on the shelves. After dusting, vacuuming, and replacing all of the air purifier filters in the room (theoretically to keep regular and kitty litter dust under control), then I just may have time to play.
If I’m not too tired, maybe something inspired by one of my favorite groups (with apologies to the Beatles).
“I’m Fixing a Hole”
I’m fixing a hole where the plumbing was broke, Which keeps my hands from playing, My guitar.
I’m priming the crack that is now plastered up, Which keeps my hands from playing, My guitar.
Oh, it really doesn’t matter if I prime it right, Or if I paint it right, No one will know.
A great big shelf will hide it all,None of this work will show at all. No one will know.
I could continue, but I’ll spare you the insult.