Longhaired Redneck

My first cover. Longhaired Redneck by David Allen Coe

People have asked me why I don’t do covers. My answer has been that I don’t see the point. I don’t play in a cover band, and it’s much more fun to write and record original songs. I started thinking about covers, and I decided it might be a good idea to learn songs I like as it might help to improve my vocals.

Now that I’m letting my hair grow, Longhaired Redneck by David Allen Coe seemed to be a good song for my first cover. Since I’ve been blue from all the pain, my hair is white, and I’m a redneck; I’ve been all-American Red, White, and Blue lately.

Dawn

This is my therapy bunny. I needed a pillow to rest my left arm on at night. But since I don’t have a small pillow that fits on the edge of the bed, I started using the bunny.

Spunk likes to paw the water while the other cats jug.

G&g in the back. Loki in the front.

The longhaired Redneck

Blow Me Down

The wind started blowing hard at 8:00 PM last night and didn’t let up until 7:00 PM this evening.

A wave of clouds crashing over the Sandias this evening.

“Hey, Paparazzo! We need the jug topped off!”

“Know you don’t, Silver!”

“Hey! What’s up with you, Loki?”

“Oh Lord, hear my prayer. May Loki do a little choki!”

“Keep looking the other way, Loki!”

“Hahahaha! You got your tongue stuck, Silver?”

Duck Daze Wood

Contrail Cross

Some of you might remember that three years ago to the day, I posted Wood Dack Daze with a music video. Today, I give you Wood Ducks without a music video (I feel sighs of relief).

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Ducks at dusk

The Big Dipper are 9:30 PM and 6:00 AM

Orian and company at 9:30 PM and stars at 6:00 AM

Bridge and clouds taken on my ride this evening.

A little color at sunset

When Cars Had Wings

Once upon a time, when cars had wings, you hopped in the driver’s seat, rolled down your window, spread your wings, and flew down the open road without your hair being whipped into a tangle. You could spit out your window and splat the windshield behind you instead of having it blown back in your face. Those days are gone — or are they?

Another Great Standoff

Mostly blue skies all day.

“Put down that camera and top off the jug, Paparazzo!”

The great jug standoff.

I thought this was a cute little Tit, but my Bird ID said it’s a Canyon Towhee.

“I see you don’t know your Tits from a Towhee! Stupid Paparazzo!”

“It’s like, Duh!”

Plum blossoms.

Honeybee on plum blossoms

One of many tree roots of all evil lying in wait to trip people running in the bosque was calling Brian’s name. “¿Dónde está Brian? ¡Ven y tropieza conmigo!”

Springing Forward, It’s So Backward

Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price

Springing Forward is my 2024 Daylight Savings Time (DST) protest song (lyrics are below). The song is hyper, so don’t be surprised if you find it annoying, like changing to DST and losing an hour of sleep.

I’m particularly leery of losing an hour of sleep tonight since I’ve been having a lot of trouble with pain over the last several months and don’t always sleep very well. Side note: Laurie has more trouble sleeping than I do. Since last summer, I’ve been trying to get a handle on the pain. I started riding a mountain bike, changed to an anti-inflammatory diet, and lost over 35 pounds. You would think that would help a lot. But not really. I am still having a lot of joint and muscle pain, especially at night. If you noticed, I don’t write as much, don’t comment as much, and mostly write short comments; it’s because of the pain. I have enough trouble typing with numb fingertips, but with all the pain, my typing has gone to hell.

I reached out to my new GP last month and asked her what specialist I needed to see to try and get the pain under control. She had me go in and see her. She put me on Gabapentin at night and gave me some more dietary suggestions. I have a follow-up with her next week. My pain has been down to manageable background pain most of the time during the day for the past few weeks, but I still have issues with pain increasing at night, waking me up and keeping me awake. But it’s much better than it was a few weeks ago.

While it’s a real challenge to play guitar with numb fingertips, it is more of a challenge to play when my fingers are swollen, painful, and don’t want to move. But I play every day, whatever the condition of my hands are and how much I’m hurting elsewhere. My hands have not been as swollen over the past couple of weeks, so I was able to do halfway decent sloppy shredding on my guitar solos I recorded this morning for Springing Forward, above.

Red sky in the morning is an ominous warning about changing to DST and losing an hour of sleep!

Springing Forward, It’s So backward
By Timothy Price

(4x)
Springing forward
It’s so backward

We lose an hour to save some time
Springing forward
It’s so backward

Body clocks are broken; we’re running behind
Springing forward
It’s so backward

Moving like zombies, we’re losing our minds
Springing forward
It’s so backward

We saved an hour by losing time
Springing forward
It’s so backward

It’s time for DST
Lockstep to New Destiny
If you thought you were free
Don’t change your clock! You will see!

You Fools don’t complain
But an hour is really insane
The clocks are sacred, can’t you see?
We’re not free to mess around

Springing forward. Leave time be
It’s so backward. Can’t we see
Springing forward. We’re not free
To play like gods. You see?

(4x)
Springing forward
It’s so backward

It’s time again for DST
Lockstep to New Destiny
If you thought you were free
Don’t change your clock! And you will see!