Socratis at Oannes has been posting songs about cars. I keep commenting: “I had that car! Oh, I had that car, too. You are not going to believe this, but I had one of those cars, also!” From Oannes I was inspired to put together a spreadsheet of all the cars that have been in the family, and I had driven since I got my driver’s license at age 15. We still have some of the old cars that were bought new. The stats break down as follows: 33 cars over 48 years. 25 Model years from 1955 to 2017. 14 different carmakers. 26 different models in 10 different colors with green, yellow, brown, and red the predominant four colors. We’ve had more Mazdas than other cars with six. Volkswagon came in second with five. We still have two Mazdas, a Volkswagon, a Ford pickup, and a Datsun 280ZX on the property.
I was also inspired to write and record a Car Song about some of the cars that stood out over the years. I played the bass lines on my 5-string, multi-scale bass. I played my black Strat I built a few years ago for the rhythm guitar, and I played my 7-string, multi-scale guitar for the guitar solo (the song is above, lyrics at the end of the post).
Marble Sinking
Sunrise
Car Song By Timothy Price
This is a story about a few of the many cars that graced my life
My dad, he was a Rambler man 1964 classic I learned to drive Three on the tree with no air Bench seats without belts
The ’55 Cadillac was a tank with tits Big silver bumper boobs oh they couldn’t be missed Slushbox tranny liked to bump and grind Lumbered down the road in style
1960 Rambler in Pepto Bismol pink Nearly cost me my life and limbs A boy driving a pink car in 1975 Was worthy of a beating, so the other boys thought
[Chorus] Thirty-three cars have graced my life Over two score and 8 years From green to pink to yellow to blue Red sports cars are the final two
’66 American in canary yellow The cubic inches under the hood wouldn’t do I cut and bent to retrofit a power plant I lost traction, tickets, I paid for my sins
’65 Corvair. Yep that’s the one It was “Unsafe At Any Speed” That car was fun to drive I never rolled it though Not to say I didn’t try.
The Volkswagen Thing was a Thing of wonder As I wandered from here to yonder Weirdly shaped, like a Jerrycan on wheels It did nothing for my sex appeal
[Bridge] Cadillac, Chevrolet, Rambler, and Ford Volkswagens, Honda, Triumph, were never bored International, AMC, Renault, and a Datsun Dodge, Kia, and best of all is always Mazda
Eldorado, Americans, a Classic, and a Bus Travelalls, beetles, and a Triumph GT6 Plus A Sun Bug, Pickups, Hornet, and a Le Car Taurus, Rio Cinco, N600, and a Corvair Granada, Dart, ZX, Five, RX, and a Thing 323, Speed 3, my Miata is really mean
[Guitar Solo]
’79 Renault Le Car was one of my All-time favorite cars Smooth ride, canvas-covered sunroof That got Swiss-cheesed in a hailstorm
The RX-8 was as exotic as I got A Wankel whining under the hood Demanded high revs lots of speed Suicide door, it seated four
My MX-5 is beautiful to drive Small, responsive, quick, and sassy A hot profile and racing stripe It’s total fun and fantasy
…and that you pesky pathetic paparazzo pretending to be a poet!
Silver’s reactions to my latest poem I recited to him:
Free-range dust bunnies Frolicking around the floor Evasive moves Hop over brooms Impossible to corral Dust bunnies freely roam Frolicking on the floor Oops! I dropped my buttered toast Dust bunny’s now a ghost
…Lingo, that is. I got my annual stats from Duolingo. I was very happy to see that I learned a beastly 666 new words. While on words, I thought I would share my latest weekly stats from Grammarly, also. Besides, it bugs the heck out of me that they are tracking all my writing, besides correcting my manifold mistakes, but that’s what you have to do to be checked out, I do find the stats interesting.
I have given three papers at conferences about how natives of north-central New Mexico have a very unique vocabulary and word usage. I am a native of north-central New Mexico, and my weekly Grammarly stats always report that one-third or more of the words that Grammarly checks in my musings it consider them to be “unique words”. They must count many of the same words as unique each week because I know I can’t be coming up with 1,800 to 2,000 new and unique words each week. Last week, I seemed to have gone all out as Grammarly reported I used 3,387 unique words out of 9,656 of my words it checked. With my numb fingertips, I make a lot of mistakes, the reason I have Grammarly to watch over my words and probably another reason so many end up as unique.
Given my consistency in the number of unique words used each week, it supports my thesis that natives of north-central New Mexico have a unique vocabulary. However, I would need to have a large sample of word usage stats from many different north-central New Mexicans to really show that my thesis could hold any water from the Rio Grande.
A collage of my Duolingo and Grammarly stats with comments by Silver, Spunk and Gwendolyn.
While on words, there’s always the issue of Acronymphomania!
Since I can’t bring myself to drive to Target and negotiate their horrible parking lot, I simply ordered what I needed online and had it delivered. It was so much easier and the cats got a new box.
Glenda
Spunk
Spunk and Marble
Marble, Gwendolyn, and Spunk
Gwendolyn and Spunk
Jupiter
Sandhill Cranes
Interesting sunset in a crystal clear sky. Venus is on the left.
My poem is One Side Sacred The Other Side Profane inspired by Gabriela’s poem Between Sacred and Profane. I based my poem on W. Eugene Smith’s activism against mercury poisoning in Minamata, Japan in the 1970s. He published a book titled Minamata: Life Sacred and Profane in 1972 that brought the issue worldwide attention. I first saw the book when I was a photo student at the University of New Mexico in the early 1980s. I wanted to buy a copy of the book back then, but I couldn’t afford it as a student. Now copies sell for hundreds of dollars, so I still don’t have one. W. Eugene Smith was one of the most important American photojournalists of the 20th Century. I don’t think he ever took a bad photo. His County Doctor series is brilliant. Chisso employees attacked and beat Smith in 1972. Smith lost sight in one eye and never really recovered. He died in 1978 at the tender age of 59. His death was a huge loss to the world of photography.
Dawn
We have cloudy skies tonight. The photos below are from last night before I encountered the zombies and sprites.
Christine’s Tree with the moon in the background. Mia’s Tree under Venus. Christine’s Tree with a bicycle in the background.