Venus, Mars, stars, and the Moon aligned last night from lower right to upper left.
The key to the night sky last night from LiveSky.com.
How many flies do flycatchers catch when flycatchers are catching flies? That is a good 17-syllable question. However, I couldn’t get a Timku out of the question as it is phrased. I made a couple of gifs and wrote and recorded a silly song to go with the gifs, and made a music video instead of a Timku.
This lizard ran up ahead of me and stopped in a sliver of shade and looked at me. When it saw its reflection in the Bazooka, it came back toward me to challenge the lizard in the lens. I had to back up because it got too close for me to focus. It did push-ups for the challenge.
WARNING! Psychodilic features a Psycho Kitty, a Western Diamondback Rattlesnake, a Black Mamba, and colorful psychedelic patterns and holes that move in a regular, irregular fashion. The lyrics are nonsensical, as well. If you have tendencies toward Ailurophobia Psychopathesis (Fear of Psychopathic Cats), Ophidiophobia (Fear of Snakes), Trypophobia (Fear of clustered patterns of irregular holes), or Emetophobia (fear of vomiting), you might want to take a pass on viewing the above music video, and simply enjoy the photo of the sunset below.
Psychodelic Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[Chorus] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Verses] Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho colors are so hazy Psychopathic’s normal say How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy Psychopathy’s here to stay How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake I don’t even hesitate Feeling how it resonates I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake You know I hallucinate How it makes me salivate I bite the viper’s tongue
[chorus] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Bridge] See, Black Mambas are biting on my legs I’m still alive how can that be Their snaky licks, oh, how they tickle Keep your fangs to yourself I don’t want to die this way
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Guitar Solo]
Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
[Verses] Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho colors are so hazy Psychopathic’s normal say How can we live this way
Psycho kitty drives me crazy Psycho-spastic, I’m not lazy Psychopathy’s here to stay How can we live this way
Shaking like a rattlesnake I don’t even hesitate Feeling how it resonates I bite the viper’s tongue
Shaking like a rattlesnake You know I hallucinate How it makes me salivate I bite the viper’s tongue
[Chorus/Outro] Psycho Kitty Psycho Kitty
Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la Spunk Kitty La la la la
If you don’t want to listen to the new song (it’s hard rock/metal) about the new abnormal, you can simply enjoy the photo of the sliver moon and Venus hanging out together in the clouds last night.
While I was cleaning out my address book of people who have died or simply disappeared over the past three years, I realized that outside of my family and work, I have only a few real, in-the-flesh friends in town who I rarely see. I started thinking about how my physical world has grown so small, how the powers that be work hard to keep the world in turmoil, and while their mouthpieces and talking heads in the popular press speak of the “new normal” it’s really the “new abnormal” that is being shoved down our throats. For better or worse, it inspired a new song.
New Abnormal Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
[verse] I’ve watched my world as it’s grown so small I sit, I stare, as I listen to The Wall I would like to break bottles in the hall But plastic bottles won’t break at all. I’m feeling spastic I’m all alone My world is dreary no one’s home
[Chorus] Will we ever be normal again? Can we say what normal has been? The new abnormal is tearing us asunder They divide us up as they plunder.
[verse] The hand of doom it pleases me Mother Mary, can you set me free? “Man, oh man, you sinned indeed! Maybe that’s why you can’t see!” I may be blind my cross-eyed Mary But the world I see is desolate and scary
[Chorus] Will we ever be normal again? Can we say what normal has been? The new abnormal is tearing us asunder They divide us up as they plunder.
[Bridge] All my friends have disappeared Pandemic lockdowns made us weird Thinking each other is deranged Now we are ideologically estranged Isolation made us rage We took it in, we felt the pain Masked like bandits, identities were lost Now we’re strangers. Was it worth the cost?
[Outro] Will we ever be normal again? They said our norms were mortal sins Their new abnormal will save us any bother They divide us up
Will we ever be normal again? They said our norms were mortal sins Their new abnormal will save us any bother They divide us up.
I made a timelapse video of the April Pink moon moving through the clouds on Monday when it was 96% full. The more classic rock-style music in the video is reminiscent of what a slow-fingered guitarist might play in a guitar battle. The epic battle between Ralph Macchio and Steve Vai in the movie Crossroads comes to mind. Vai smokes Macchio in the battle, in my personal opinion, but in typical Hollywood fashion, Macchio, the underdog, wins the battle after the wild and crazy-looking Vai lays down his guitar and walks off the stage. Vai probably played the parts Macchio was supposedly playing.
The full moon is tonight, but it will be close to 8:00 pm before the moon rises over the mountains. Therefore, I will not get detail in the mountains when it rises tonight.
Pink Moon last night as the Bazooka saw it.
The pink Moon last night. The southern sky in the middle, and the western sky in the right.
Starting Easter Sunday through Wednesday, April 12th, there will be a conjunction between Venus and the Pleiades. You can see the Pleiades above Venus on the right side of the middle photo and the left side of the photo on the right.
Here in the US of A, all states, with the exception of Arizona, Hawaii, and some of the territories, will change to Daylight Savings Time at Two O’Clock in the wee hours of the morning in the year of our Lord March the Twelfth, Two-Thousand Twenty-Three. That’s tomorrow for me, today for some of you, and yesterday for others.
Since I will have to get up to pee at 02:00, I will be squealing “Ewe Oui Wee Wee!” all the way to the bathroom since I will be holding it in an extra hour since the time will be springing forward an hour at 02:00 (making it 03:00) when I will get up to go. I hope I make it.
I wrote, recorded, and posted The Dreaded DST near the end of March last year without a video after Marina Kanavaki complained about “the dreaded DST” (Greece changes later than the US of A). This year, I used AI to generate all the images for the video. I incorporated ChatGPT’s DALL-E 2 together with Draw Things, Fotor AI, Craiyon, and Night Cafe to generate and gather the images for the video this go around. I only insulted DALL-E 2’s rather sensitive ethical and moral standards a couple of times asking it to create images based on the lyrics for The Dreaded DST. However, I ran out of credits to ask the AI apps to draw things rather quickly on everything but Draw things, which I have unlimited credits with (DT likes my credit score).
The Dreaded DST Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price Inspired by Marina Kanavaki
Daylight blinds fools who have no skills They create silly rules they are so unreal Daylight’s scarce, why don’t we care? We save it eight months out of… every year
Bedtime at ten feels like nine Don’t feel sleepy? Have more wine It’s midnight damn, the bottle’s empty I’m still awake… I’m feeling pretty cranky
Now we’re on the dreaded DST Body clocks are broken why can’t we see That hour we save every single day Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away
Alarm at five it feels like four Like a zombie, I hit the door Preparation-H on the old toothbrush Toothpaste up my… Whew! What a rush
No time to shower, sleepin’ on the job, Stinkin’ up the office, what a slob Head bobs up and down, fishing at the screen My boss is cranky… making quite a scene
Now we’re on the dreaded DST Body clocks are broken why can’t we see We can look forward to falling back We get one hundred twenty hours of daylight from… our stash
We’ve changed to DST for 56 years That’s six-thousand seven-hundred hours, my dear Of daylight, we’ve been banking away So let’s go spend it on our… sanity
Now we’re on the dreaded DST Body clocks are broken why can’t we see That hour we save every single day Is two-hundred forty hours of daylight that we have… stashed away
A Blue Psalm was first published by Gabriela Marie Milton in 2021. I wrote the poem in response to bloggers who wrote about the horrific abuse they experienced growing up and how difficult it is for them to deal with it as adults. I recently reworked the original song with new vocal tracts. I used some butterfly photos (mine) and videos I borrowed from the Internet as metaphors for people who have been abused.
A Blue Psalm Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Oh, Lord? Oh Lord? Why have you hated me? How in my innocence Have I sinned? To be damned from birth Neglected and abused While you looked on Like I was nothing more Than the Devil’s spawn I am broken, so broken A pile of bones laid at your feet Show mercy, oh Lord Mold me, reshape me, make me whole I want to feel loved, normal, happy, whole
It’s been a while since I recorded a new parody. Laurie suggested I write a parody of Elton John’s Benny And The Jets and call it Timmy And The Cats. So I did. And here it is.
Timmy and the Cats Music by Eton John Parody Lyrics by Timothy Price
Hey Cats, Beaker shakes loose feathers You’re scratching on something That was known as my black leathers You’ll kill a big fat mouse tonight, leaving it around I’m gonna hear kitties purring, hissing, solid scratching sound
So, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Hey Cats, even though you are wage-less You’re all so whiney, but Timmy makes it painless You’ll all survive, Timmy will make you something out of wood Where you fight with our parrots out on the sheets To find who’s bad and who’s good
So Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh oooh T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
Say, Glenda and Loki, have you seen them yet? Ooh, but they’re so sprawled out T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats Oh, they’re so weird and they’re colorful Timmy keeps their kitty litter clean
They’re like electric boobs, they’re shocking you Squeezed through a ringer on a washing machine, oh oh whoa T-T-T-Timmy and the Cats
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Like a Skinny Crow Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
Are they really so enlightened? When they spread their darkness all around Crushing creatives under foot Oblivious to the pain they cause They gather, and they celebrate Making fun of deplorables who they hate
We are like a skinny crow Scavenging in a parking lot Wandering in a wilderness of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt Tearing at the morsels Secured in those crumpled bags Dodging tires than the drivers No one seems to give a damn
I put on my spectacles Only to see the spectacle Of those who we trusted with our votes Up to no good, selling us short Got up the courage to ask them why They said, “You fool, ungrateful guy Everything we do is for your own good We know what’s best, please go away You must be grateful and do what we say”
We are like a skinny crow Scavenging in a parking lot Wandering in a wilderness of cement, rocks, and hot asphalt Tearing at the morsels Secured in those crumpled bags Dodging tires than the drivers No one seems to give a damn
Sealed in a Kiss is a sappy song about love and lust in Paris, France. It starts out in the key of G Major with some dissonance representing sad memories. I change to the key of D Major for the guitar solo, then I move to the key of C Major for the bridge. I change back to the key of G Major for the last chorus and outro.
Sealed In A Kiss By Timothy Price
[Verse] Hanging filmstrips up to dry The last memories I have of you Sealed in silver and empty spaces Your ghost drips under amber light
[Chorus] Reminiscing about times gone by How we were lost in our lust And how we found our love Sealed in a kiss
[Verse] I think back when we locked lips Entangled over the river Seine Our tongues played yours and mine That was all the French we knew
[Guitar Solo]
[Bridge] Boy and girl caught in the cold rain How the steam did rise We came up for air from time to time Mouth-to-mouth brought us back to life
[Chorus] Reminiscing about times gone by How we were lost in our lust And how we found our love Sealed in a kiss
Off Center & Not Even 