gritty musings...Bright Shiny Pennies

so I am sitting home adding some music to my i phone...headphones on ...the niece is sleeping ...so are the dog and the beautiful girl for that matter...but to the point...it is music ...music that my friend gives me...we live far away..but not that far from our memories of the can...sitting on that beat up couch..him trying to force me to open my minds eye to Zappa...screaming over this riff or that line...he still gives to all of us at Bandana's with spinner...but today its a couple of cds... 1500 songs to be exact... we made on my last trip up...drinkin martinis...smokin cigars...and letting him do what he does the bestest...throwing music up...saying "heard of him sunshine?'..." ohh he's so fuckin strange you'll love it'...so todays its Llyod Spiegal, Guy Forsyth, Hamilton Loomis and lest i forget David Midgen and the dirty words..." one by one"...screaming in my headset...I always loved music...the one thing i know i can't do...i can on

those famous words... muttered by the newest village idiot...who lives in a state still decimated by the Valdez spill...who probably never really recognized the significance of the disaster...wants to share the wealth...well I live in a very beautiful place...a place that I chose to live for it's natural beauty...i also read...which is more than i can say for those people who think that drilling any further in the gulf of mexico would increase our independence on foreign oil...like I have read that all the oil in the gulf would extend our oil for less than ten years...or that the oil pumped would be added to the pool of crude and sold to the highest bidder...china...so now... we have the ecological disaster off the coast of Louisiana...where there are something like 717 wells...each capable of the self same destruction... right now...and remember the oil company people telling us that the disaster that happened off the Australian coast could not happen here because of the advance

okay I get it ...there are a whole lot of pissed off white people...who blame the depression, the war, the great global warming lie, the bank failure, sick poor people and bad weather on weekends on Barack Obama( he's a black illegal immigrant lest we all forget)...led by gosh and shucks mental decathlete Sarah " oh no you don't" Palin...they forge forward to take back "our government"...they deny that stimulus money helped our still ailing nation...these self same idiots would be dragging out their muskettes as the banks failed...even the most anti obama critics understood the effects of an american bank collapse...even g dub...I understand that the health care reform is not everybody's cup of curative...but I actually watched a guy with a picture of hitler and a transposed obama head try to tell the "liberal media" that "it ain't a pertdinal attack, But I just hate sochalidm"... In reality there is a world wide rise in conserva

Watchin the masters yesterday...brought tigers whole mess to a final concentrated point to me...the idiocy of his behavior and our collective interest and concentration on that behavior, brings a couple of things to mind...If you have never been around the rich and famous it is easy...very easy to elevate them to a pedestal above the rest of us...but to my mind it is exactly that fact that so skewed our reaction to his problems... tiger...billionaire, golf god, marketing guru, trademark... tiger... is just a guy...a sort of clumsy jock...never good with words...who probably wasn't all that successful with women before his fame...not great looking,,,and in a room full of great looking...personable guys would never be the center of attention...but fame got hold of him...and he, admittedly, succumbed to people, normal people and their desire for a piece of him...this doesn't excuse him for anything...it just makes him a guy...a bad guy...but a guy...many of our society's great

I forget sometimes how much fun it is to listen to a baseball game...there is no TV that gets a game in the kitchen,,,so i have to listen...and i am transported back to being a little kid...the radio on in the garage...my dad put zing around on some piece of furniture...listening to Harry Kalas...imagining the game and the field... in those days only the best teams were on TV...the Phillies were on occasionally..or maybe i was just wasn't in front of the TV that often...the excitement in Harry's voice when Dick Allen crushed one to deep left... Baseball was different then...it was the national pastime...some argue it still is...in fifth grade Mr. D the toughest teacher in all of Audubon Elementary would wheel in a TV to catch a business man's special...even if it wasn't the world series...I can't argue that its fun now...my I-phone spitting out the score...inning by inning...but it's fun to remember your youth and how simpler things gave us such joy