Me and My MX-5

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Sometimes when a good deal comes along, you just can’t pass it up. And when the deal happens to be your dream car, you really don’t pass it up. I’ve been looking at the Mazda Miata MX-5 RF (retractible fast-back), but I figured it would be awhile before I bought one. I saw a gray MX-5 RF for sale in a lot on my way home Thursday, stopped, photographed the vin, and sent it to Tristan to get the history of the car for me. Tristan works at Garcia Honda in Albuquerque, and, as it turned out, they got an MX-5 trade-in that was a much better deal. I went up and drove it, and that was it, Tristan sold me the car Friday afternoon, and I picked up the car and drove it home this afternoon after the inspections were completed.  Now I’m the proud owner of a 2017 Mazda Miata MX-5 RF with 7,700 miles on it.  It’s like brand new.

After I got it home and got it insured, Laurie and I went out for a drive about 4:00 PM. We stopped at her parent’s house to show them the car, did a few photos (below), and then drove around with the Bose stereo blasting out tunes from my phone (bluetooth connection). After we got home about 6:00 PM, I decided I needed to write a song about the car. I scribbled down the lyrics, went into my darkroom/music studio, came up with the music, and recorded the song “Me and My MX-5” (above).

 

Me and My MX-5

Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
TimothyPrice: vocals, lead and rhythm guitars, bass and electronic percussion

Me and my MX 5
Oh how we like to drive
Don a hat, hide the top
Drive and drive, we never stop

1st gear roars off the line
2, 3, 4, 5 takes no time
6th gear gets me in the jive
cruising along at 95

Driving my MX-5
Makes me feel like I’m alive
In Soul Red, black racing stripe
The really cool, sporty type

Of Tractors & Pterodactyls

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A tractor was out plowing a field and making lots of dust in the cool of the evening. The wind blew the dust over the clearwater ditch and into the bosque. Mr pT, a pterodactyl formerly known as a Great blue Heron, was wading in the clearwater ditch, took flight, and flew through the dust into the bosque.

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Neuropathic Mambo

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I wrote this song for my buddy Inchcock at Inchcock Today: Old, sick, weary, but harmless. I need to make others smile!, the dynamic pensioner in Nottingham, England, who had a stroke a couple of months ago. Since he’s been writing about the involuntary moving, shaking and dancing of his arms, legs and fingers, and the electrical shocks that run through his limbs since the stroke, I promised to write him a song about the issues. I spent most of  Father’s Day writing, assembling and recording Neutopathic Mambo, as I know all about the electrical shocks and vibrations from dying nerves, as I still get them from the nerve damage caused by chemo. As I’ve noted in the past, I also have numb toes and fingertips, as well. But Inchcock and I are not ones to complain, other than making fun of our conditions, because like my doctor told me — “The annoyance of some nerve damage is better than the alternative.” Since Inchcock made it out of the stroke ward alive, he was told others who were in the stroke ward at the same as him did not live, he’s made a great recovery. I believe his fantastic recovery has a lot to do with his drive to entertain his followers with his daily descriptions of woe and wonderment of his life in Nottingham, not to mention his updates on his unmentionables and daily constitutionals.

 

Neuropathic Mambo

Lyrics by Timothy Price
Digital percussion and music assembled and arranged by Timothy Price

When the legs go dancing on their own
Electric feelings shock my bones
Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role
Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo

Shaking
Shocking

neuro pathic mambo

Shocking
Shaking

My knees get weak and start a shake
My arms go limp and then they quake
I stub my toe Ouch I’m still alive
Instead of Typing, my fingers do the hand jive

Shocking
Shaking

neuro pathic mambo

Shocking
Shaking

When the legs start dancing on their own
Electric feelings shock my bones
Arms all flailing, fingers shake and role
Bumping and grinding out a neuropathic mambo

Shaking, shocking, bumping out a mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a neuropathic mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a neuropathic mambo
Shaking, shocking, bumping out a neuropathic mambo

 

Male Queen

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This is a male Queen Butterfly feeding on purple wildflowers in the bosque. You can tell he’s a male by the black, teardrop shaped spots on the lower inside of his wings that are pheromone scales. Unlike Monarch butterflies that don’t use pheromones to attract mates, the Queens do.

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