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Here is an example of what you can learn from the founder and keeper of the list of the 25 Blogs Guaranteed to Make You Smarter.
Where entertaining meets informative.
The Nose Podcast can be found here, at Cultural Offering.
Maybe Santa will bring me a few proper glasses?
Is it egotistical to re-blog one of your own posts? 
I hope not.
A short, Throw Back Thursday Post.
Picture of “Larry’s Last Stand”, February 2016. (It was the last time we played together as a band, after almost ten years) It was a slightly different band back in 2011 when we were playing this song, but I sure miss playing with these guys.
Eleven more days until her South Carolina vacation begins.
So, Martha is daydreaming about listening to some vintage Hootie and
hiding Big Red’s tennis balls.
What a busy couple of weeks, and it has nothing to do with the upcoming Christmas holiday.
It’s just life . . . and maybe a little eschatological urgency.
Elissa, Steve and Me, September 2014, Chrlotte, NC.
Early starts and late endings and it seems that as I get older I can’t get by on four hours of sleep like I used to.
If I can’t sleep, there is always music to keep me going during the day.
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I have been a Steve Forbert fan for forty years. That’s a long time. I remember the first time I heard Alive On Arrival. I was hooked.
My wife and I first danced to a Forbert song at our wedding.
I’ve seen him dozens of times, the last time with Elissa and that was a few years ago. Too long ago, but I successfully passed the baton to the next generation.
Aside from the hit “Romeo’s Tune”, his work, while brilliant, is known only to those who have had the good luck to seek out his music.
I guarantee that it’s worth the search.
One of my dreams is to play this song with Steve on stage. Ask anyone in my family, they’ve heard me play it often, nailing every nuance.
It’s a little tongue in cheek, but I thought of this song as I drove home in the rain this evening, getting in at 10:00pm.
From the 1992 album, The American in Me. . .
Poor ole surrender Mimosa, fin’ly burnt out by the sun I feel pretty burnt out myself when the long, hot summer is done summertime’s long been my fav’rite, now I can’t grab it no more can’t find no time for a fish on the line or that swing in the old Sycamore I’m in such a hurry now it starts to worry me stop an’ smell the roses? baby I can’t hardly see no, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be, but I’ve got so much responsibility baby, you know how I’m working, sorry I’m busy so much sorry those days when the world went our way are so hard to return to an’touch maybe our future looks brighter, maybe our ship will come in maybe these years an’these muletrain careers will be things we wont think about then but I’m in such a hurry now it starts to worry me stop an’ smell the roses? baby I can’t hardly see no, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be, but I’ve got so much responsibility competition’s heavy on a hard line wreckin’crew the good ones never leave an’still there’s always some one new pressure comes down hard up on a top notch rivet team we don’t get time to pace ourselves, we don’t stand around and dream Poor ole surrender Mimosa, fin’ly burnt out by the heat I feel pretty burnt out myself when I make that ole turn down our street summertime’s long been my fav’rite, now it’s ole autumn I love summertime fun on some beach in the sun is not somethin’ I’m seein’ much of I’m in such a hurry now it starts to worry me stop an’ smell the roses? baby I can’t hardly see no, I aint forgotten just how good it all can be, but I’ve got so much responsibility
I believe it is my BB (Blogging buddy) Steve Layman who coined the phrase “Photo Dump” to denote clearing off all the accumulated photographs on your desktop that you planned to use for some blog post that just never came to be.
Here is my contribution as we get to the end of the year, apologies for not citing all the sources I got these from. If you see something you recognize, at least I’m looking at your content.
Martha, still in Houston.
My dogs would never look at me with a sharp, vindictive glance unless of course, I hid their stash of tennis balls.
“Now I am not a cat man, but a dog man, and all felines can tell this at a glance — a sharp, vindictive glance.” — James Thurber, “My Senegalese Birds and Siamese Cats,” Holiday Magazine
I believe it was Steve Layman who stated something along the lines of that “It’s not Christmas until these guys show up in town”
He was referring to the Trans-Siberian Orchestra.
I had the joy of seeing them perform three years in a row, each time sitting in a different area of the venue and it’s amazing how that changes your experience. The best though, was second row, center seats with our daughter Jelly, just to the left of Alex Skolnick.
Through those shows, I was introduced to the individual work of Alex Skolnick, Anna Phoebe, and Al Pitrelli, who is the guitarist featured in the video below.
Anyone who has ever experienced a TSO show will tell you that it is the best concert they have ever been to.
Catch them if you can.
This week, following my Take The Backroads philosophy, I’ve already traveled about 100 miles on roads that I have never been on before. The picture below was taken less than 8 miles from where I live.
I thought this was a common-sense alternative to the “Climate Change Warriors” at The Weather Channel.
Southern Ingenuity!
Another quintessential, Winter album.
Here, in its entirety, George Winston, December..
Music for any day of the year.
Click below and enjoy 39 minutes of beautiful while you contine your work.
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