I was inspired to write this song after reading an article in the New York Post by Isabel Vincent about Julio Santana who retired as a hitman after 47 years. The story fascinated me, and the fact that he could live long enough to retire without getting knocked off seemed incredible. I worked on this song for over two years. The lyrics and music went through many rewrites before I came up with the final version of the song. Whether Julio’s story is real or not, Ms. Vincent wrote about it and I put it into a song.
Some people will find this parody really creepy. It will certainly bug the hell out of other people. While a few people might even like the photos and footage of children of the earth, also known as Jerusalem Crickets and Potato Bugs. However you react, you might get a laugh out of me trying to fit “sweet child of the earth of mine” into the space of “sweet child o mine”. The lyrics are at the end of the post.
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.
Back, left to right, front: green chile martini, green chile beer, green chile milk, green chile red wine, green chile margarita, green chile white wine, green chile coffee, green chile amaretto on the rocks.
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.
The Average White Boys celebrating back in September 2017 with the different green chile enhanced drinks in the photo above.
Flaming. Roasting. Roasted.
Four of the Average White Boys in 2017 after doing an all nighter putting up green chiles and drinking chile enhanced drinks.
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.
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*:
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
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.
Off Center & Not Even 