Music

I just found that I live in a food desert.

Luck for me, we have just enough to prime the food pump.

It was a bit hectic yesterday. I spent time teaching English as a second language (ESL) remotely. I did a bit of shopping and made my second set of half-lap joints that were clean, straight from the saw.

At to that taking Ally to a presentation, and I ran out of go juice and time.

Which got me this tune, first broadcast in 1957, which seems like it was taken straight from woke culture.

And I found an early video of Gavin Newsom.

Tomorrow’s article will be titled “I’m Proud To Be An American.”

There have been so many nasty postings over this weekend that I need to vent.

Meanwhile, standup straight and be proud of our country.

Your FAFO song of the week.

This daddy has more than a shotgun. I believe in the ability to reach out and touch somebody at range, that’s why there are range cards. Of course, there is silent and close as well.

Story Time

I was at the LGS waiting for a 4473 to come through. Ally was standing near, looking over different offerings.

The owner and I were chatting as there was nobody else in the store.

Suddenly, we hear “STOP YOU MF!!!” and some more words I don’t remember.

The door opens to a loud woman screaming back over her shoulder.

I was already turning as the door sounded, I took a step to the left, bladed, my hand was back above the butt of my 1911.

According to Ally, the owner took a step to his left, making space between the two of us, clearing lines of fire.

Ally moved to her right, clearing lines of fire for the owner.

This idiot woman continues into the shop, still yelling over her shoulder. A man follows in, meekly answering her.

The owner greets the man by name and everything slowed back down to real time.

Keep strapped, keep your head on a swivel, stay away from stupid people, stupid places, stupid times.

This was a song that I played on the Yamaha CD player in my ’87 TransAm.

Allyson sticking her nose in here. I’m taking over Tuesday Tunes to provide you with the following joyous music:

Why “I Will Survive”? Let me tell you why.

For years I have been telling women in my friend circle and beyond that they are in charge of their rights. We’re all taught that when we drive a car, we must look where we want the car to go. Our focus will generally make the car go in that direction. That is not just true of cars; it’s true of pretty much everything. I have flat out told women, if you want to avoid a future that involves being used as a hired womb, then stop acting like it.

I might wear the red robes as a chuckle for Halloween. You won’t find me being fitted into them for anything else, though. I stand up for myself. I stand up to my man when he’s wrong. I stand up and admit when I’m wrong. I own my successes and my failures.

Anyone can be chained. Only you yourself can make you a *slave* though. I refuse to be a slave to anything other than my own passions.

No matter what, I will survive.

This is one of my favorite songs. This version is visually great.

Boring visual, but the music, oh my, that sound. Duke Ellington.

Or a good video with wonderful sound, 2017: Edmonds Woodway High School. (Darn, I wish my kid’s high school band sounded like this).

We have to close this out with the divine Ella, with the Duke on the piano.

I’m feeling down from the SCOTUS lack of spine. I was looking for a song about good things to come. Instead, this came to mind.

The Fort at No 4 held the annual Rendezvous last weekend. Ally had a blast. She came back with new moccasins that she is raving about.

As an interpreter for the Fort, she baked bread in the beehive oven, then sold it to the encampment, this is very much in period.

That went over so well, she had bread baking classes the next two days.

This isn’t great music, it has some great images to go with it.