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.
Resa, who has the Art Gowns blog, and Spunk have had a thing going for a while now. When I posted The Persistence of Spunkery a couple of weeks ago, Holly and Marina got confused and thought that Resa’s cat Jeep* and Spunk had a thing going. With inspiration from Holly and Marina and collaboration with Resa, I wrote a song about our feline matchmaking and creating a modern, virtual, long-distance romance during these times of Covid cooties between Jeep and Spunk.
Feline Matchmaking Music & Lyrics by Timothy Price Inspired by Holly and Marina Collaboration between Resa and Timothy
Intro Can we have long-distance love For kitties locked down, locked in, Zoomed?
Verse Jeep’s up north to the east Spunk’s down south to the west
Jeep says meuw, not meow Spunk says mew followed by a growl
Jeep is four dimensions in three Spunk’s dimensions? Egyptian eyes Jeep is a sweet girly whirly Spunk has his destructive manly ways
Bridge Girly/Manly ways attract Equals Virtual romance for a matter-of-fact
Chorus Feline matchmaking during Covid cooties Long-distance love-making, feline beauties Purring, growling, rubbing screens Jeep and Spunk have hit the scene
Bridge Virtual love and Covid Cooties Modern romance oh so beauti… Full of screen-time Zoom Zoom Zoomed
Chorus Feline matchmaking, Covid cooties Long-distance love-making, feline beauties Purring, growling, rubbing screens Jeep and Spunk have hit the scene
*Jeep is named after Eugene the Jeep in the Popeye comic strip[1]. The vehicle we know of as a Jeep was also named after Eugene the Jeep by soldiers during WWII who thought the Willys MB light utility vehicle was “small, able to move between dimensions and could solve seemingly impossible problems”[2].
My latest song is about the ever present use of acronyms in our never ending search of ways to communicate with as little speaking, typing, mousing, tapping, clicking and swiping as possible. The meanings of the acronyms are in the video and at the bottom of the post.
Acronymphomania Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
I’m without the gift of tongues Speak in letters One by one
Nouns and verbs Cloistered like nuns Instead of words Acronymphomania
AAMOF WYSIWYG TOPCA in TAR JBOD ISAR Communication’s FUBAR
Archnymphomaniacs HAVE NO VERBS USE NO phrases
Archnymphomaniacs Puzzled looks Empty gazes
Monosyllabic KISS KWIM BLOB IOW Like a SLOB
AYSOS MIA? OMI BAD BUN SOTD BIA ISO TIA Achronymphomania
FWIW IMHO LOOK OUT FOR THE WORS Communication’s Syllabic VERSE
Archnymphomaniacs HAVE NO VERBS USE NO phrases
Archnymphomaniacs Puzzled looks Empty gazes
AAMOF WYSIWYG TOPCA in TAR JBOD ISAR Communication’s FUBAR
Since many of the meanings of the acronyms go by very quickly in the video, below are the lyrics with the meanings of each acronym:
Acronymphomania Lyrics and Music by Timothy Price
I’m without the gift of tongues Speak in letters One by one
Nouns and verbs Cloistered like nuns Instead of words Acronymphomania
AAMOF WYSIWYG (As A Matter Of Fact What You See Is What You Get) TOPCA (Till Our Paths Cross Again) in TAR (The Amazing Race) JBOD ISAR (Just a bunch of disks Information Storage And Retrieval) Communication’s FUBAR
Archnymphomaniacs HAVE NO VERBS (Haptic Audio Visual Environments Natural Orbital Ventricular Endocardial Right Bifocal Stimulation) USE NO (User Support Environment Neurotic Obsession) phrases
Archnymphomaniacs Puzzled looks Empty gazes
Monosyllabic KISS KWIM BLOB (Keep It Simple Stupid. Know What I Mean? Binary Large Object!) IOW (in other words) Like a SLOB (Super Lazy Organic Blogger)
AYSOS MIA? (Are You Stupid Or Something? Missing In Action!) OMI BAD BUN (Oocyte Maturation Inhibitor Bipolar Affective Disorder Bike User Network) SOTD BIA ISO TIA (Speak Of The Devil Ball Image Analyzer In Support Of That Is All) Achronymphomania
FWIW IMHO (For What It’s Worth In My Humble Opinion) LOOK OUT FOR THE WORS (Lazy Object-Oriented Kernel Outline Flippin’ Over Rated Technology and Home Economics Weighted Operative Risk Scale) Communication’s Syllabic VERSE (Verbal Expressions Rejecting Society’s Expectations)
Archnymphomaniacs HAVE NO VERBS (Haptic Audio Visual Environments Natural Orbital Ventricular Endocardial Right Bifocal Stimulation) USE NO (User Support Environment Neurotic Obsession) phrases
Archnymphomaniacs Puzzled looks Empty gazes
AAMOF WYSIWYG (As A Matter Of Fact What You See Is What You Get) TOPCA (Till Our Paths Cross Again) in TAR (The Amazing Race) JBOD ISAR (Just a bunch of disks Information Storage And Retrieval) Communication’s FUBAR
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
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
After posting Lovelorn Wasp performed by Coughing Cooties last Sunday, there were requests to hear something by Violent Phlegm, another virtual group that collaborated with AWB to form Coughing Cooties. Dead of Night is Violent Phlegm’s first single.
Dead of Night Words and Music by Timothy Price Performed by Violent Phlegm
Still standing I’m bleeding in the dead of night Battling daemons ’til dawn’s early morning light Reaching for the future, tried shaking off the past Following ambitions holding dreams were fading fast Wading against the current, I stood against the wave Control-alt-delete, I refuse to be a slave
Tumbling through the ether in the cold and dark Social media’s shadow leaves its ugly mark Cyberspace warriors fight by fiber’s light Daemons call me out in the dead of night
Control-alt-delete, I refuse to be a slave Wading against the current, I stood against the wave Following ambitions holding dreams were fading fast Reaching for the future, tried shaking off the past Battling daemons ’til dawn’s early morning light Still standing I’m bleeding in the dead of night
Tumbling through the ether in the cold and dark Social media’s shadow leaves its ugly mark Cyberspace warriors fight by fiber’s light Daemons call me out in the dead of night
Resa, who has Graffiti Lux Art & More and Art Gowns, commented on my post Now For The Rest Of The Story earlier this afternoon with “Well, that’s something I’ve never seen. The food chain ……. is freaky.” I replied “Freaking On The Food Chain. I might have to make a song out of that phrase.” Resa, not missing a step, said “You go for it! Waiting to hear it.” After I got all my outdoors work done in the late afternoon, I came in and created Freaking On The Food Chain. It’s pretty much an improv on all tracks. Below is a photo of a couple of beavers on the opposite bank of the Rio Grande after sunset you can ponder while listening to Freaking On The Food Chain.
This week’s improvisation is called Saturday’s Improv (not a very creative title I know). I find playing lead guitar solo improvisations are very difficult. Coming up with fresh melodies is most frustrating. So I’ve started laying down base tracks: percussion, rhythm guitar and bass, and them playing improv solos all the way through the song, and taking them however they come out. I laid down all the tracks and the solo work today between watering, doing chores around the house, and taking a couple of walks in the bosque. There are two different guitar solo improvs that are very raw as the song goes back and forth between modes. I’m having lots of fun, and thought I might as well share the fun. I’ve include photos of Loki, Spunk and Marble, a photo of pear blossoms, and a photo of my darkroom/music studio showing the 10 tracks that make up Saturday’s Improve on the computer screen.
What to do on a cloudy, wet, windy, cold spring day? Work on music in my cosy darkroom/music studio, go for a walk out to the river in the rain, capture the above photo, and finish an improv for this post. I created “In a Vacuum Improv” by playing the rhythm guitar and a bass line over a recording I made of a vacuum pump the Iceman used to suck moisture out of the refrigeration system when he repaired our floral refrigerator. The pump made such interesting sounds and rhythms, I simply had to record it. I added a couple of percussion tracks, and played the lead guitar to finish it out. I say it’s an Improve, because I only played the lead guitar once through.
Off Center & Not Even 