"Death as Considered in the Carefully-Modulated Limelight of Indifference"

For ludicrous titles for college papers, I consider this a pretty good effort.  Even better, I wrote it for a class my ol' Dad was teaching.

The title is so ludicrous that it begs to become the name of a song.  At first I thought that was too ridiculous to consider but "I Love Rats" blows that argument.

What it must not be is some bum-out dirge as I do NOT want to play another feckin' anthem kind of tune.  Geez, dude, that is SO moving.  What else have you got?

Some stuff was popping fairly well tonight and was getting some good speed.  What concerns me more than speed is accuracy as that really, really bugs me when I bump a string other than the one I intended to hit.  So that was good too and now I'm thinking it needs some lyrics.

The class was "Dimensions of Death" and my ol' Dad wrote a textbook for it.  My ol' Mother typed it up, as she did all his books.  That was shipped off for duplication but it was never sent to a publisher.  So here's the tragedy part:  there's no known copy of the manuscript.  Of course, of all the stuff he wrote, it's the one I'd most like to have (laughs).

Lotho may not know that he also wrote a sci-fi novel.  There was only one copy of the manuscript and there's no known copy of that either.

So the tune continues on the vibe.  The class could not have used a dirge as he hosted a Death Party at the house and that was some crazy stuff.

It's Great Circle of Life stuff and how it applies to all things.  Stars blow up *ka-boom* and the bits end up as parts that make new stars.  The thumbnail makes it seem simplistic but it was a very cool class and it attracted some very bright students.  It was well-known that he didn't care what you believed but defend it in your paper logically.  If he was going to bust you for anything, it'd be on failure to express yourself clearly.

So, that'd be the current project.  I was playing some last night as well and that was popping pretty well too.  I'm hoping to maybe record some tomorrow night.

Getting it Back on the Air

This will seem radical but it's the only way I see to get any breathing space.  I've got one of the guitars on Craig's List but it's not selling at full price.  I'm not hugely surprised as it's a luxury item in times like these. It'd be better if she were in the hands of someone who will give her the attention she needs so I don't anticipate any huge trauma over selling her.

The object in selling it is to get some operating cash and to get the truck fixed.  The Engine Control Unit lamp is on and that means to bleed the fuel system or something worse that really sucks.  (It's not the same as the Engine Warning Light that you can ignore for 200,000 miles.  You don't ignore these ones.)

I rarely drive it and there's not much fuel in it so the light may be due to condensation.  Whatever the cause, it needs to be fixed so that goes back to the guitar as the only way to do it in a way that's more or less expendable.

With the truck fixed, I sell it.  That keeps things going until I croak or Social Security starts whichever comes first.  I can borrow Donika's car for getting about but there's very little need.

If anyone's got a better idea, I'm down with it but loans don't work as there's no possible way I can pay you back.

There's much more to this than anyone knows and surprisingly little of it has to do with drugs.  Insurance is due on the 22nd so combine that with fixing the truck and I'll blow through a grand without even getting a sandwich.  It's not sustainable.

We knew a long time ago that touring was impossible and that was a crusher so I don't figure there will be a repeat on selling the truck.  It's really kind of a bad reminder now.

So that's the logic.  If you don't see it as logical, now's the time to say something (laughs).

(It's already in motion.  I'm not looking for charity but rather solutions and selling this stuff solves a lot of things.)

Thor and the Return of the Texas Tornado

These events have nothing to do with one another but it's background stuff that plays.  The Texas Tornado will be here this week-end.  He says he knows just the stream for shooting a kid sending boats downstream.  Grandma and Grand-Aunt will be there so it's safe, nothing to do but grab the cameras and roll out.  The only reservation is that in Texas they'll drive two hours just to get a sandwich so we'll see on how much drive time is involved.  More to come.

The object for the video is the same ol' with that boring guy playing guitar but I see that cutting to the kid playing with the boats.  Maybe it'll go back and forth some to the boring guy but mostly I want a lot of clips of the kid doing his boat stuff.  There are only so many things a kid can do with a boat made from twigs so that pretty much guarantees the tune can't be one of these thirty-minute won't-it-ever-stop songs.

Thor was over several times yesterday and nothing much was going on as everyone was pretty dragged-out.  Something's going to happen, tho.  You've heard about Thor all these years so it's about damn time he went out on YouTube, right?  Right.

I'm mixed on "People Get Ready" as it's pretty close to untouchable status.  Jeff Beck plays it right and he goes around doing it with different singers.  So you can either try to play it better than him (no chance), play it the same (no point), or play it worse (most likely and a sad, sad thing to do)!  Thor and I have already talked about it but there's tons of material and no particular reason to do covers so we'll see.

TofuMommie ain't the only game in town and what a drag if she were (laughs).

The Reverend Sasquatch Statement on Cage-Fighting (pending)

Reverend Sasquatch was more fun when he was doing audio-only broadcasts so that got set up last night.  I was just about to try it last night but was falling out in the chair.  I thought to myself, hmmm, you can force yourself to stay awake or you can watch "Fantastic Voyage" and revisit pulling all those antibodies off Raquel Welch's quite young (maybe 25?) body.

I had to go with the antibodies.

Take a look at TofuMommie and then take a look at Raquel Welch.  What would you have done.

But I fell asleep before the part with the antibodies (sob).

I'll put a sample out here just to see what it looks like.  (There's no script, just stuff that flies about my head with the demons and bugs and whatnot)  Doesn't mean it will end up in the recording:

Out here in the country, kids like to go out to fields with a lot of cows in 'em as shouting, "Moo," means that every single one of 'em will turn around to look.  The same thing works with mommie bloggers except all you do is shout out, "Lindsay Lohan."

We'll see!

TofuMommie Wants Cage Match with Reverend Sasquatch

TofuMommie and mommies everywhere think Reverend Sasquatch should buzz off and go back to playing with snakes.

TofuMommie is going to take the gloves off, get her eyes on the ball, make every second count, and prove once and for all that Reverend Sasquatch is not funny.

Cage Match, bitch!

TofuMommie is sorry.  Sometimes emotions get the best of we mommies, don't they.  But TofuMommie is still going to rip out the bastard's lungs.  Reverend Sasquatch is NOT funny.

Tomorrow on TofuMommie:  Adam Lampert.  Creepiest person on Earth?  You be the judge.

Reverend Sasquatch Intervention

You see, what we have here is a failure to communicate.

That's like somethin' yer woman says before she kicks your ass but she's going to drag it out before she tells you what you did.

So, here at the Ministry of the Internet, we've been watching Scarborough writin' this TofuMommie hogwash and we need to remind him that TofuMommie is not funny.  Reverend Sasquatch is funny.

TofuMommie gives her kids Ritalin to quiet the annoying little bastards, weighs four-hundred-pounds, and screws with Facebook all day.  That not only isn't funny, son, that'll never be funny.

We get it that mommie blogs are written by idiots but here's a country clue for you, son.  ALL blogs are written by idiots.

So try to remember in that little part of your mind that hasn't been completely ravaged by drugs that TofuMommie is not funny.  Reverend Sasquatch is funny.

Say it again, Scarborough:  TofuMommie is NOT funny.  Reverend Sasquatch is funny.

TofuMommie Remembers Whitney Houston

It's been so hard to write the last few days what with the tragedy in the news plus the free samples of chocolate margarine that they've asked TofuMommie to test.

I think back to how much TofuMommie loved "Lady Sings the Blues" and what a fantastic performance it was.  It just brings tears to TofuMommie's puffy cheeks recalling the intensity of the feeling in her work.

Then TofuMommie, most likely like many mommies, thinks back to her during the days with her band and the song mommies everywhere love the most, "Baby Love."

But mommies everywhere know that baby love and she lives on every time the song is played, every time mommies hear it in our heads.

But mommies everywhere need a little excitement so long as it's legal, approved the church, and doesn't burn too many calories.  That's when we listen to "Can't Hurry Love."

Love, love, love.  All you need is love.

Tomorrow on TofuMommie:  Mickey Rourke.  Would you still do him?  You be the judge.

"All the Man That I Need" Whitney Houston (video)

Just enjoy!  I'm not going to think about which one of her songs was her best but this one is fantastic.

3.5 million hits and it's from the Grammy's!

It was funny hearing the Twitterites going on about the outrage of the Grammy's as they were too old for Bieber and too young for McCartney.  I don't know if it's dawned on them yet that they call that Middle Age (laughs).



Thank Anonymous (wink, wink) for this one!

"Birds Will Fly" - Dedicated to Whitney Houston (video)

The reactions to her loss were very disturbing and this is what came.

Fly on, Little Wing.

(You've never seen the Galaxy Guitar sparkle like this before.  There are no lasers.)

"Birds Will Fly" (Pending release)

The video was shot last night.  On the plus is a cute dedication to my cuz in Scotland as I know it ripped him up when Whitney Houston died.  On the other it's way past shut the fuck up with all the lead guitar.

Dunno what I'll do with it.  In addition to the normal YouTube humiliation, I'll also have my sisters coming after me with fish knives from Facebook (laughs).

I may have another go tonight as the only words that come to me on hearing the guitar are 'self-indulgent.'  It ain't about me, it's about Whitney Houston.

What's keeping this going is I see the poem as about a B, maybe even a B+.  The phrasing over simple chords works fairly well so I guess that's a B as well (laughs).  However, the guitar is almost killer at times but it goes way too long so that's coming in with a D.

You've got to be so, so careful with the sustains and the string-bending as it can be Santana soulful or sound like a cat being skinned on the beach, even tho it's exactly the same sound.

Oh, there's an A on one part as this one got more sparkles out of the Galaxy Guitar than ever before.  I was running more light and zero lasers.  The LEDs were mostly red and many of the sparkles picked it up so there are times when it looks like there are red stars sparking all over it.  Most amazing!

More to come.