Brody Buster One Manning opening for Paul Thorn
Paul Thorn Band
Hi readers. When Jeanne’s oldest son, Kenneth, called around 6pm last night Hydrox and I were wondering whether to pester Shiva all evening.
Kenneth: There’s a concert down at the Olathe Park tonight. We were wondering whether you’d care to go.
Me: Does the Pope crap in the woods?
And so it happened. Kenneth, Andrew, Hailey [Kenneth's daughter] and I drifted down and got a parking spot about a quarter-to-half mile from the park. And with a rest stop or two and a bit of heavy breathing, I spang walked down there for a bit of toe tapping and grinning.
Brody Buster – Guy’s a bull-goose harmonica player. Does a middling fine Creedence Clearwater Revival song or three as a stand-alone.
Paul Thorn Band – Reminds me in some ways of Leon Redbone. Reminds me in some other ways of early Jesse Winchester.
Heck of an enjoyable evening. Now that global warming went on coffee break it was comfy enough so all us people in shorts were wondering whether it was worth a walk back to the car for a jacket.
Hailey ended up wrapped in that blanket sticking the plastic light sticks out waving them around in the dark. Me, I figured it was going to be better struggling back to the car in cool night rather than crawling back on all fours in regular old honest late-July heat.
Turned out both bands were sufficiently good to distract everyone from global warming or a hair cool for the choice of clothing. Got them waving their arms around and clapping instead of talking about the polar bears dying off and Antarctica either melting or not melting.
An evening well spent. Physical therapy performs wonders. I never thought I’d be able to do something of that sort again.
Posted in 2014, America, Music
Tagged Human Behavior, music, entertainment, culture, lifestyle, humor, Life, society, sociology, ks, olathe, concert, paul thorn, brody buster
Hi readers. Mr. Hydrox explained something for me I’d been wondering about a longish while.
Hydrox: Meeeeeoooooww. Meeeeeoooooww. Meeeeeoooooww.
Me: Jeeze Hydrox. Ain’t it a bit late for this crap? Something bothering you?
Hydrox: No. I just got to thinking about things. Missing Niaid. All those Y2K chickens and that cabin. Mehitabel. Tabby and that mountain place we used to live. All I’ve got now is this other cat here, Shiva. You. And that woman who lives here with Shiva.
Me: Well you do have that. You’ve got to live for the moment.
Hydrox: I’m not asking for any of that cheap tripe philosopy. You asked why I was weeping aloud and I told you.
Me: I’m glad you did, amigo. I was afraid you were getting sick again.
Hydrox: So where’s that woman who lives here? I haven’t seen her for a couple of days?
Me: She’s off somewhere else, Hydrox. It’s just you, Shiva and me for the next couple of weeks.
Hydrox: So I can meoooow as much as I want and nobody’s going to be kept awake?
Me: I’ll sleep right through it. You know that. And who cares what Shiva thinks? She used to be a good cow cat, earned her keep. Nowadays she’s worthless. I don’t know why Jeanne keeps her around.
Hydrox: Yeah, but I’m glad she’s here anyway. This place almost echoes. I’d go crazy if there weren’t at least one more cat around.
Me: You’ve got it then, amigo. I’ll keep feeding her so long as the food holds out. Maybe Jeanne will pick up some more when she gets back.
Posted in 2014, America, Animals
Tagged animals, cats, culture, felines, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, pets, senior citizens, society, sociology
Hi readers. Most of you are too young to remember who Audie Murphy was. Who he was was a killer the likes of which most wars don’t have the violent potential to produce. Baby Face Murphy lodged himself on a burning tank with a machine gun and proceeded to mow down close-up and personal more Germans than is possible. Armed and dangerous Germans.
Well, hell. That got him the Congressional Medal of Honor because nobody wanted to have him come home carrying any grudges against anyone back here. Made him a movie star and he stayed one until his death sometime in the 70s. Free basing cocaine I think it was, and caught fire. But that might have been someone else. Maybe Ricky Nelson.
The Gun Runners 1958NR82 minutes A down-on-his luck charter boat captain is ensnared in the deadly machinations of a wily American who is smuggling illegal arms to Cuban rebels. More Info Starring: Audie Murphy, Eddie Albert Director: Don Siegel
Anyway, most of you probably don’t remember that Cuba used to be a place where a Carib dictator named Batista did what Carib dictators do. Did it enough worse than Papa Doc Duvallier to cause the US public to cheer the revolutionary splinters operating in the jungles. Including one carrying the name Fidel Castro
Anyway, streaming on Netflix is the full version of Audie Murphy and wossname, the guy who played Marcus Welby, and a lot of Goldiloxes all getting into a lot of trouble between Key West and Havana.
Poor Baby Face Murphy. Life was easier for him when he was just shooting a machine gun from atop a burning tank. Wasn’t as dangerous as free-basing cocaine, either. Or whatever it was got him dead.
Posted in 2014, America
Tagged audie murphy, cuba, entertainment, free basing cocaine, humor, Life, lifestyle, movie, senior citizens, the gun runner
News in Brief• Science & Technology• healthcare• News• ISSUE 50•28• Jul 17, 2014
THE HEAVENS—Expressing His hope that the contribution would assist efforts to find a cure for the devastating disease, the Lord Our God, Creator and Supreme Ruler of the Universe, confirmed Thursday that He had pledged $5,000 to the American Cancer Society to help fund ongoing research. “I have the means, so I can afford to give a little bit of money to support such an important cause,” said He Who Commanded Light to Shine Out of the Darkness, describing the contribution as “the very least [He] could do” in the fight against the disease that causes more than 8 million deaths annually. “Now, obviously a $5,000 donation isn’t going to just make the cure appear by itself. Clearly, there’s no magic bullet for this thing. But every little bit helps. And knowing I might be making a small difference in the life of some kid with leukemia or mom with breast cancer just makes me feel like I did my part.” The Divine Creator of Life, Heaven, and Earth told reporters that if the timing works out, He also plans to participate in a 10K benefit run for Hodgkin lymphoma this fall.
Hi readers. Wil pointed out in a comment that the guy in the White House mightn’t have known yet whether a plane went down when he made his might be a terrible tragedy statement. I’ve been re-thinking the post and I hope Wil is wrong.
Maybe Wossname, the guy in the White House was demonstrating an uncharacteristic, Zen-like wisdom. Maybe he was trying to exert some of the world leadership thing presidents are occasionally accused of, albeit wrongly accused.
Fact is, that airplane actually mightn’t be a terrible tragedy because someone the CIA or such had on a list of suspects of being terrorists. In which case everyone else on the airplane was just part of the price of fighting terrorism. Maybe the prez didn’t want to stick his foot in his mouth and be forever harangued about it until all the authorities went over the passenger list carefully.
It’s an ill wind that blows no good, any way you cut it. While it’s tempting to think Wossname wanted to make certain someone he’d personally like to see dead was on the plane, or that someone he had to make a public display NOT being glad as hell, the crash was certainly a secret blessing to some peoople.
People can accurately be described as a pain in the ass to other people. All of us. If one of the passengers was the guy next door to someone and had a dog that barked all night, he neighbor would consider the prez a fool, or a liar if Wossname proclaimed it a terrible tragedy. And so on 295 times. Plus or minus the airline crew. Lots of people collecting flight insurance, losing troublesome mothers-in-law, competing people on the career trail, it all reduces the equation when attempting to determine whether there was a whiff of good in the ill wind.
And Wossname!, the guy in the White House, might have recognized this!
In any case, we might as well be ecstatic because now we can make up our own minds whether anyone on the airplane needed killing more than the rest of the people aboard needed to keep living.
Posted in 2014, America
Tagged culture, environment, Events, History, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, philosophy, plane crash, senior citizens, society, sociology, ukraine
This one’s worth the laughs.
You watched this on 7/17/14
A Man Called Sarge
Posted in 2014, America, Movies
Tagged culture, entertainment, Human Behavior, humor, Life, lifestyle, movies, philosophy, politics, society, sociology, WWII