Aoife O’Donovan, Sarah Jarosz and Sara Watkins are great by themselves…..and pretty darn great playing together under the name “I’m With Her”.
This is another episode of a series from National Public Radio called the Tiny Desk Concerts.
Any of these Tiny Desk Concerts are really good.
Oh?!
What the heck!!
This is so weird and sort of wonderfully….weird.
From the 1944 movie “Broadway Rhythm”.
Can Beyoncé do this?
Ahhhhhhhhhh!
Yo-Yo!
Now, here’s some GOOD MUSIC!
For sure.
The Post Office is making me take a whole bunch of time off in the coming month and a half.
Like….almost a month and a half.
Off.
So…I’m going to have to figure out some good stuff to get done during all my down time.
The story of why they said I had to take all this time off in the next 6 weeks will come in a future post.
It’s an interesting story….and says a lot about how the USPS operates.
When you hear what happened, YOU WON’T BELIEVE IT!
Anyway, good music can truly get you through just about anything.
It won’t pay the bills (listening to it, at least)….but it makes everything a whole lot sweeter.
Yo-Yo…you make my life sweeter!
I’ll bet you never knew.
Incense and Peppermints…Strawberry Alarm Clock.
Good name for a band…..
Here’s the Marcus King Band with a live performance from WNCW’s Studio B.
WNCW is our local public radio station….broadcasting out of Spindale, NC.
The Marcus KIng Band is from Greenville, SC.
Check out more videos from Studio B at their YouTube channel….
Man…this guy was a lot of fun….and a really good guitarist.
Nobody really talks about Jerry Reed that I’ve heard lately.
And…I have a customer named Amos Moses on the mail route.
I wonder if anybody’s ever asked him if he’s heard this song?
I’ll bet they have.
They told me at work today that I was going to have to take some (3 weeks) of Leave Without Pay to make up for taking too long on the mail route.
Apparently, that’s what they do when you go over your evaluation.
Even though I don’t get paid overtime (I’m paid like I’m salaried), they’re going to stick it to me at the end of the year because I worked too many hours.
I was bent out of shape.
That’s saying it lightly.
Then I started to put it all into perspective.
I have a lot to be grateful for.
Beaucoup things to be grateful for.
A multitude.
What a victory it would be to not let some bureaucracy steal my joy!
And…is it really a hardship to spend time away from work?
Maybe I’m looking at this demand from the wrong angle?
It does seem wrong to be penalized for working too many hours, though.
It’s not like I wanted to be there all the time….you know?
Our son, Nate, was almost “Amos”.
He was almost, and this is kind of interesting, “Amos Lee Rorvig”….back when Jenny wasn’t thinking about Amos Lee or anything.
We just pulled that name out of the ether.
He was almost “Amos”…until his older sister said that they’d call him “Anus” at school…and we settled on Nathaniel instead.
Man.
That was a close call.
Amos Lee is pretty great at singing songs, though.
That would have been a good name….but I can’t imagine Nate being anything other than Nate.
He’s full-on Nate to me.
All the time….24/7.
Rock solid “Nate”.
I replaced the starter on the Grand Caravan last night.
I did it so that we could all go to church this morning.
Watch the first part of this video to see what really gives me problems when I do this job.
It’s the plate that is the bugger.
It is really hard to put the starter back in its proper position and keep the plate correctly oriented at the same time
I called it a lot of things last night….and, if I called it “bugger”, it was probably the most benign thing that I called that plate “under my breath”.
I may have said it loudly.
“Under my breath” is designed to make me look better than the angry and greasy little man I was last night.
The irony is that I walked into church this morning like I hadn’t been cussing like a sailor last night.
What a greasy hypocrite.
When I went to church this morning, I was clean on the outside.
I’d washed the grease off my skin.
I’m glad that they didn’t play a video of me in the gravel on the Jumbotron when I sat down in the pew.
That would have been bad for me.
Watch how very patient this fellow is.
That’s pretty nice to be so controlled.