The Frumpy Man has started a new series called TimTALK – Bloody Awful Interviews From The Black Bamboo. His first interview of one of the members of the AWB is bloody awful. AWB is a little slow and basically tries my ADHD. The interview is 10:27. I won’t be surprised if you can’t get through it, but it does have its moments. The best part for me is the original theme song played on AWB’s new multi-scale, 7 string guitar. AWB butchers his chord demonstration of what you can do with a 7th string. I borrowed his guitar and produced a decent theme song for the video.
If you can’t get through the video, the new guitar has a multi-scale fingerboard, which means it has fanned frets. The 7th string is tuned to B for my purposes, which gives me low C and D chords that are lower than open C and D chords on a 6 string guitar.
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.
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 for for them with them doing their 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
Glenda and Gwendolyn were born on July 4, 2020. This marks their first birthday on the same day we Americans celebrate our Country’s 245th Birthday.
I finished the song BEGINNINGS that I have been working on for awhile, and since the song is based on a Saga that includes a creation story, I thought it was a good background for a music video with photographs and video of Glenda and Gwendolyn to celebrate their first birthday. There’s a video of fireworks at the end of the video to celebrate the 4th of July.
BEGINNINGS By Timothy Price
Based on the Saga
GYLFAGINNING HERE BEGINS THE BEGUILING OF GYLFI
Before there began Allfather God of gods was The ruler of twelve
Lord of Hosts is Host Spear-Lord Nikarr after Host Next the Striker strikes
Knows of many things Fulfiller of Wishes wished The Far-Speaking One
The Burner burneth Shaker puts armies to flight Destroyer destroys
Protector protects The last of these is Gelding Twelve names of Ásgard
In the beginning There was a Beguiling Our origin told
Licked rime with rough tongue Made by primordial cow Udder’s milk life flowed
Oden, his brothers Killed the Rime-Giant, Ymir Into yawning void
His blood became sea Of his flesh the land was made Gravel, stones from teeth
His skull made heaven Set it up to cover earth The corners sits dwarfs
Way points are their names North, and South, and East and West No one will get lost
They raised up his brows And they called the place Midgard From his brains made clouds
Earth and Heaven made The sun and constellations Division made days
When the sons of Borr Found and took up two trees They shaped men from these
First spirit and life Second wit and feelings Third speech, hearing, sight
Clothing, names they gave The male was called Askr The female Embla
Mankind begotten They dwell under Midgard Creation tale told
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.
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 how 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*:
Conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern : characterized by that which is considered usual, typical, or routine.
According with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, procedure, or principle.
Approximating the statistical average or norm.
Generally free from physical or mental impairment or dysfunction : exhibiting or marked by healthy or sound functioning.
Not exhibiting defect or irregularity.
Within a range considered safe, healthy, or optimal.
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
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.