Heard this today and remembered something that I’ve always known: Greg Brown is a great songwriter.
Listen to this one, Billy from the Hills.
Man.
Lots of good imagery.
Good, good, good stuff.
I woke up from a dream pretty PO’d this morning.
In my dream, I’d run to the back of the library to get a couple of boxes.
I needed the boxes for the giant stack of magazines that I’d found up at the “free section”.
There were a bunch of vintage rock and roll magazines….irreplaceable….and a bunch of vintage comic books….irreplaceable….and a bunch of other….irreplaceable…..magazines.
That’s what my hurry was all about.
I needed those magazines.
I remember telling Jenny on my frantic way past her….on my way to the empty boxes stacked at the back of the library…that I’d even “skip the booksale” because I was loading up on all these….irreplaceable…treasures.
When I got back with my boxes, though, the magazines were all gone.
There is a real competitiveness when it comes to loading up with vintage crap.
Someone stole my highly curated pile.
I was PO’d.
I was PO’d because every single magazine that I’d found was really “kind of cool”.
“Kind of cool” is going to be the death of me, though.
I look around at the stuff I’ve accumulated….and, although it’s all somewhat useful, and all of it is “kind of cool”, I don’t know that most of it is really all that important.
How much stuff do I own that I salivated over initially because it was “kind of cool”?
How much do I hold onto because it’s…kind of cool?
How many thrift store purchases do I talk myself into because they’re cheap….and “kind of cool”?
How much stuff sits unused but necessary….because it’s kind of cool?
That is some crazy stuff.
Those were some cool magazines in my library dream…..and I’m sure that I would have enjoyed reading them.
And, if I never found the time to read them, I know that I would have enjoyed owning them.
Owning more “kind of cool” magazines would have been….kind of cool.
The booksale is Friday.
Cool.
“You can’t get stuff no more” Blind Willie McTell
Here’s a guy who was an enthusiastic drug user.
Now, he’s a very enthusiastic runner.
Enthusiastic….like a 100 miles at a time kind of enthusiastic.
It’s good to see people trade harmful addictions for more positive ones.
This channel, “Munchies” is one that profiles different athletic pursuits and the diets that they use for high performance.
Look at the meal that he and his wife prepare…..good stuff.
I’m not running….still….but, it’s a good thing.
Maybe I need to lace up some shoes and get out again…..eat some more coconut oil.
Nate told Sparrow the other day that she was the winner in the “losing contest”.
That’s a nice way of putting it….but I suppose that you’ll only be able to get away with that for a little while.
A comment like that works better when it’s directed at a new person.
A three-year old takes something better than an adult will.
A seven-year old might be the only one who could make a comment like that, too.
Adults read between the lines.
Being the winner in the losing contest wouldn’t fly with a grownup.
We keep it under our hat if we win at losing.
We lay low.
From the Vimeo description:
Val Geissler, singing “Tennessee Stud” originally by Jimmy Driftwood, to us one evening in a cabin deep in the wilderness. Val is a wonderful gentleman and a cowboy, who we met while in the backcountry of the Greater Yellowstone Ecosystem. He and his wife Cindy caretake a ranger cabin in the wilderness for the USGS, shining examples of folks you want looking over your wilderness areas. When not looking over the wilderness where the headwaters of the Yellowstone are, Val and winters in Cody, Wyoming. Every moment spent with Val and Cindy is a moment to be cherished, wonderful people.
Cabin and a song….I’ve been there, somewhere.
It doesn’t get much better than that.
I got a flat tire up on Rixhaven (one of the points on my mail route where I’m farthest away from the PO) yesterday….and I didn’t have a spare tire.
The tire store ripped me off on a defective tire….but, while they were waiting 7 days to tell me that they weren’t going to help me, I drove the route without a safety net.
This new flat was just like the first flat that I was contesting with the tire store…..a small series of slits in-between the tread. Eventually, the belts start showing….so I didn’t even try to get this tire patched….even though it had a good bit of tread left.
Jenny went and bought a used tire for me while I was driving the route, and, luckily, was my hero when I called her to tell her that I was marooned.
She turned around on her way home after picking Nate up from school….and drove down the mountain to find me.
It’s a long way to drive….some of my route is pretty remote.
It was good that she had a new/old tire for me to put on and get going on the route again….and strange timing that I had a flat the day she got the news that buying another tire was my only option to fixing the situation.
It’s kind of short-sighted when a business treats a customer like that.
I will never patronize or recommend the store again….and I may never buy another Goodyear product again.
Just because of how I was treated when a tire blew apart in a way I’d never seen before.
Oh, well.
Having someone to rescue you is a good feeling.
We have each other’s back.
Heard an interview with Taj Mahal and Bonnie Raitt (who are touring together this Summer, apparently!) and they were talking about their careers and they mentioned Ry Cooder.
Ry Cooder.
Good grief! Ry Cooder!
He’s so good!
Here’s a performance from 1987.
Film called “truth” by Jesse Brass.
Man.
Thanks, Jesse!