Tim TALK – Bloody Awful Interviews From The Black Bamboo

The Frumpy Man has started a new series called Tim TALKBloody Awful Interviews From The Black Bamboo. His first interview of one of the members of the AWB is bloody awful. AWB is a little slow and basically tries my ADHD. The interview is 10:27. I won’t be surprised if you can’t get through it, but it does have its moments. The best part for me is the original theme song played on AWB’s new multi-scale, 7 string guitar. AWB butchers his chord demonstration of what you can do with a 7th string. I borrowed his guitar and produced a decent theme song for the video.

If you can’t get through the video, the new guitar has a multi-scale fingerboard, which means it has fanned frets. The 7th string is tuned to B for my purposes, which gives me low C and D chords that are lower than open C and D chords on a 6 string guitar.

Sunrise

Sunset

Coyote Convention

I stepped down onto the sandbar at Beaver Point last night and found myself in the middle of a coyote convention.

Coyotes were playing and fighting on the banks of the Rio Grande.

Click on a photo in the gallery to enlarge in a slide show.

I wrote and recorded Coyotes in 2019. The recordings of the coyotes were made in the bosque at night while surrounded by coyotes yipping and howling.

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.

It’s The Time Of The Season For…

…GREEN CHILE!!!

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.

Pealing. Pealed. Stemmed and de-seeded.

Bagged. Boxed. In the freezer with rats.

Chupacabra

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 for for them with them doing their 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

Beethoven the Beaver

After photographing the red sun falling behind the slipping into its nightly bliss, I walked over the Beaver Point. Lo and behold, the was a beaver sitting on the opposite bank of the Rio Grande grooming to Beethoven’s 5th Symphony. I tried to hold the Bazooka as steady as possible in the low dusk light, capturing video of this classical Beaver, Beethoven the Beaver.

BEGINNINGS. Happy Birthday Glenda, Gwendolyn & America!

Glenda and Gwendolyn were born on July 4, 2020. This marks their first birthday on the same day we Americans celebrate our Country’s 245th Birthday.

I finished the song BEGINNINGS that I have been working on for awhile, and since the song is based on a Saga that includes a creation story, I thought it was a good background for a music video with photographs and video of Glenda and Gwendolyn to celebrate their first birthday. There’s a video of fireworks at the end of the video to celebrate the 4th of July.

BEGINNINGS
By Timothy Price


Based on the Saga

GYLFAGINNING
HERE BEGINS THE BEGUILING OF GYLFI

Before there began
Allfather God of gods was
The ruler of twelve

Lord of Hosts is Host
Spear-Lord Nikarr after Host
Next the Striker strikes

Knows of many things
Fulfiller of Wishes wished
The Far-Speaking One

The Burner burneth
Shaker puts armies to flight
Destroyer destroys

Protector protects
The last of these is Gelding
Twelve names of Ásgard

In the beginning
There was a Beguiling
Our origin told

Licked rime with rough tongue
Made by primordial cow
Udder’s milk life flowed

Oden, his brothers
Killed the Rime-Giant, Ymir
Into yawning void

His blood became sea
Of his flesh the land was made
Gravel, stones from teeth

His skull made heaven
Set it up to cover earth
The corners sits dwarfs

Way points are their names
North, and South, and East and West
No one will get lost

They raised up his brows
And they called the place Midgard
From his brains made clouds

Earth and Heaven made
The sun and constellations
Division made days

When the sons of Borr
Found and took up two trees
They shaped men from these

First spirit and life
Second wit and feelings
Third speech, hearing, sight

Clothing, names they gave
The male was called Askr
The female Embla

Mankind begotten
They dwell under Midgard
Creation tale told

The Goatlet Next Door

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.

Sunset looking east.

Frumpy Man

Frumpy Man
Music: Emerson, Lake and Palmer
Lyrics: Timothy Price

He had black mittens
And lawn chairs by the shore
All made of rattan
In red crushed velour

Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was

White face, skin weathered
A few hairs on his head
Drove an AMC Pacer
In autumn red

Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was

He liked to roast smores
On a candle while he sang
No honor, no glory
No women what a shame

Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was

With a Bud Light beside him
He brooded as he sighed
A gutter-ball had cursed him
Into last place, he did slide

Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was
Ooooh, what a frumpy man he was

Purple Stain

Purple Stain

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 how 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*:

  1. Conforming to a type, standard, or regular pattern : characterized by that which is considered usual, typical, or routine.
  2. According with, constituting, or not deviating from a norm, rule, procedure, or principle.
  3. Approximating the statistical average or norm.
  4. Generally free from physical or mental impairment or dysfunction : exhibiting or marked by healthy or sound functioning.
  5. Not exhibiting defect or irregularity.
  6. 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.

*https://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/normal