I stepped down onto the sandbar at Beaver Point last night and found myself in the middle of a coyote convention.
Click on a photo in the gallery to enlarge in a slide show.
This one took off on its own stepping over piles of trees and sticks left by the beavers.
He had to take a break to eat some grass and make silly faces while chomping on the grass. Click on the gallery for to enlarge the photos in a slide show.
…GREEN CHILE!!!
I got our first sack of green chiles for the 2021 green chile season at Wagner’s Farm this afternoon. Anyone who has followed this blog for any time knows we eat green chile on almost everything. Chile is addictive and goes well with anything as you can see from the drinks above. I wrote and recorded The Capsiacin Club song in early 2019. I acquired the guitar and bass that I put the chile skins on at the same time. Ron Blood recorded a new bass line for the song and added his touches on mixing and mastering the recording. I made and first published the video in September 2019.
Flaming. Roasting. Roasted.
Pealing. Pealed. Stemmed and de-seeded.
Bagged. Boxed. In the freezer with rats.
This is literally a bloody awful music video. Gwendolyn and Glenda have been doing great imitations of Chupacabra. I had to make a parody music video for G&G with them doing their own imitations. This video will definitely give Brian nightmares.
Chupacabra
Lyrics: Timothy Price
Music: John Lennon
Chupacabra’s gonna to get you
He’s going to grab you by the head
He’s going to rip your throat out Mr.
He’ll suck your blood until you’re dead
Why in the hell do you want to park
And walk in the bosque after dark
What do you think you’re trying to prove
Chupacabra he’ll get to you
Chupacabra’s going to get you
He’s going to grab you by the face
Gonna suck all your blood out sister
Take you from the human race
You know you’re never going to be
Saved by a fool not me
Who the hell do you think I am
A Superman
Or Sam I Am
Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Chupa he’s the one
Bleeding everyone just for fun
Chupacabra’s gonna to get you
Gonna knock you off your feet
He’ll pull you down asunder
Like everyone he meets
You should not be standing there
You will surely meet disappear
And why it’s not so very clear
That Chupa’s everywhere
He kills and takes his share
Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Chupa he’s the one
Bleeding everyone yes everyone
Yeah yeah, alright, uh huh, ah
Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll all die young
Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll ll die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll all die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
Beware You’ll ll die young
From the wounds and the scars and the blood
The thunderheads building up in the west were taking after Resa’s Tree.
Our neighbor’s goat had a goatlet (kid). The photos in the gallery below were taken this afternoon. The goatlet was 26 hours old when I took the photos. Click on a photo in the gallery for a slideshow.
Laurie holding the goatlet shows how little or big it is for a 26 hour old goatlet
The above video is of thunderheads dancing. Turn up the volume and enjoy the show.
The painter was in a lavender/gray, blue and white mood for the sunset tonight. Looking west.
Sunset looking east.
Frumpy Man
Music: Emerson, Lake and Palmer
Lyrics: Timothy Price
He had black mittens
And lawn chairs by the shore
All made of rattan
In red crushed velour
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
White face, skin weathered
A few hairs on his head
Drove an AMC Pacer
In autumn red
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
He liked to roast smores
On a candle while he sang
No honor, no glory
No women what a shame
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
With a Bud Light beside him
He brooded as he sighed
A gutter-ball had cursed him
Into last place, he did slide
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Purple Stain
As with most parodies, Purple Stain started out to be humorous. However, the lyrics took a turn toward the more serious aspects of life. Purple Stain was inspired by Holly at House of Heart in the Fall of 2020 when we were commenting back and forth on images and poetry. I thought for a long time about how to do a video to go with the song. I finally worked it out.
Many of us don’t fit “Normal” as defined by Miriam Webster*:
For we who have fallen outside almost all of the above definitions of “normal” at one time or another throughout our lifetimes for various reasons that are often outside of our control, we have dealt with “normal” people who do not understand the issues surrounding the problems we have had, problems we have to deal with continually, and the problem of being different and trying to fit into a “normal” world.
Purple Stain
By Timothy Price
Inspired by Holly Rene Hunter
Cleverly we put off until tomorrow
Wearily the things that make us go insane
Fondly running into the waves and splashing
Fondly raising our glasses, waking with a purple stain
Purple stain, Purple stain
Are we insane? So insane
Purple rain, Purple stain
So here we are scrubbing and washing out that purple stain.
Forever longing wanting to be like others
Our sensitivities make us like the strangest friends
Unfortunately we feel our sensibilities are plundered
Again the same our glasses raised as we pretend
Purple stain, Purple stain
Are we insane? So insane
Purple stain, Purple stain
Funny how we see, we see how things are changing purple stain
You and I we need to live as two
Look! Something new
That time we had to greet her
She stared at us like we’re insane
I thought you were going to lose it
As it was all about it was all about our purple stain
Purple stain, Purple stain
Are we insane? So insane
Yeah!
Let’s get us out of here purple oh the pain
Walking hand in hand
We only want, we only want our sanity
We only want our sanity
Storm clouds built up in the early afternoon, with a constant rumble of thunder as the clouds rolled in. I took the above photo at 1:30 pm and the temperature was 81ºF (27.2ºC). Thirty minutes later the clouds pelted us with hail and heavy rain that lasted for thirty minutes or so. The temperature fell to 55ºF (12.7ºC) in a matter of minutes. Needless to say, our poor peonies got beaten up by the hail.
I am super excited about this collaboration between Resa at Graffiti Lux Art & More and ArtGowns, and me. Resa mentioned that the construction project to replace the 130 year old sewer lines that run under the street in front of where she lives in the old area of Toronto, Canada goes on “all day and all the night through!” I told her that would make a good parody. Resa wrote the parody lyrics to go to All Day And All Of The Night by The Kinks. I go the music and recorded the first round with my vocals. I sent the music to Resa and asked her to try singing her parody. When she sent me the audio file of her vocals, I was like “Wow!” she sounded super good. I mixed her vocals in with the music, Resa sent me video clips and photos of the construction from her window, and I put the parody music video together. Laurie was reviewing the video and she thought there needed to be more desperation in the chorus, and asked if I could add construction sounds to the chorus. I pulled the scraping sounds off a backhoe video and added snippets of the scrapping and clanking to the chorus and solo. That was enough to give a better sense of desperation to the parody.
When Resa first told me about the construction I really felt sorry for her. When we lived in Madrid, Spain, the city constructed a new Metro stop about 100 feet from the apartment building we lived in. The construction noise went on 24/7 for a year. It was horrible. However, we were not in lock down, and so it was easy for us to simply go to parks, museums, and bars to get away from the noise. Toronto is still locked down with stay at home orders, so Resa cannot simply say the heck with it, go out and get away from it all. She can go on walks, but she is very limited in her activity under the lock down orders.
ALL DAY AND ALL NIGHT THROUGH
By Resa McConaghy
Oh they have got loud work to do in the day time
Evac, jack hammers and backhoes too, all the night through
There is no time nowhere to hide losing my mind too
It’s cruel they pound and crash then roar all of the time
All day and all night through
All day and all night through
All day and all night through
I believe this crazy work will always be there
Oh yeah all day and night time through – PTSD
There is no time nowhere to hide losing my mind
Evac, jack hammers and backhoes too, not a good time
All day and all night through
All day and all night through
Oh go away
I just know that they will be here forever
Oh yeah all day and night time through, fixing the sewer
There is no time nowhere to hide losing my mind
Oh they have got loud work to do in the day time
All day and all night through
All day and all night through
All day and all night through
Bazooka’s fist Dragonfly
Major Tom Peepers, Sleepy and Mona Lisa.
Finch
We finally got Laurie’s new MacBook Air M1 so I could have my MacBook Pro that I use for recording back. The first thing I did after I got Laurie’s new M1 set up yesterday was to go into the studio and re-record the lead guitar parts and cleaned up some parts with the bass and rhythm guitar where I was out of compás in Wood Duck Daze. Then I put the new track with the video. I think there are still one or to rough spots, but overall it’s much improved and the lead guitars are really wild like those crazy Wood Ducks.
Tabatha Towhee gave us her rendition of Habanera from Carmen by Bizet.
Bravo! Bravo! Tabatha Towhee.
On the flip side.
Well done Tabatha.
Major Tom Peepers and Mona Lisa.
Lizards looking for love. The male, above, was chasing the female, below. He was doing a bobbing lizard dance for her.
Larry Lizard
Lorena Lizard
All three owlets snoozing.
Altisimo in profile.
America
Mama Owl
Lady Banks in her massive Glory.
Honeysuckle
Mona Lisa and Major Tom Peepers. Sleepy is, you guessed it, sleeping.
Lilac
A pearlet on Marina’s Incognito Pear Tree.
Mona Lisa and Major Tom Peepers posing.
“Hey Mona. I think we need to get that stupid Paparazzo to build us a shade structure.”
Life’s Habit
Music: Jefferson Airplane
Lyrics: Timothy Price
One bill makes you wonder
And one Bill makes you sad
And the bill for the electric
Only makes you mad
Was in Corrales
When I took the call
When climbing walls becomes a habit
And there’s no paper in the stall
You dream of hula and smoking hot chicks
You have nothing left at all
To call Corrales
Where I take my calls
You see those men on the surfboard
Hang ten got it all on GoPro
They crash and burn like Max Headroom
Now their moving very slow
Was in Corrales
I had seen the show
Sympathy nor restoration
Dialog cut off is dead
And the dark nights reel us backwards
And feeling mad about what’s ahead
Remember simple words you said
“Try peace instead, try peace instead”
I recorded the music for Loki’s Beauty Rest in 2018. It’s a parody of Jethro Tull’s Locomotive Breath. I’ve been thinking about how to do a video for the parody for a long time, especially what to do with the long introduction and the meow meow solo. I finally came up with what I thought are decent solutions. Parody Lyrics at the end of the post.
Sunrise
Sunset
Loki’s Beauty Rest
Music: Jethro Tull
Arrangement: Timothy Price
Preformed by AWB
In the bustling catness
Loki needs his beauty rest
He’s the all-time snoozer
Awakened nonetheless
Oh, I hold the dish a scraping
Tie hanging off my brow
Spunk’s playing with the candle
And Loki won’t stop snoring
No, he won’t come down
No, he won’t come down
He sees those pens to knock off
From the table one by one
He doesn’t have to pretend
In bed he’s having fun
While I’m standing in the corridor
Cameras hanging on my knees
Spunk’s playing with the candle
And Loki won’t stop snoring
No he won’t come down
[meow meow solo]
He hears the Spunk a howling
Killing lids as he calls
Silver the all-time whiner
Has gone and lost his balls
Oh, he licks his ridiculous rival
Both lying in the sun
I think Spunk’s playing with the candle and
Loki won’t stop snoring
No, he won’t come down
No, he won’t come down
No, he won’t come down
No, he won’t come down
No, he won’t come down
No, he won’t come down
Off Center & Not Even 