I kept my day job. The money was really good. Union Crane Operator in the 70s. Easy Money. The rip track is where trains go to get repaired. We kept them up to code, we changed knuckles and wheels, we straightened and repaired ladders and catwalks and whatnot. We would heat stuff up with torches and hit it with big hammers. We used welders and huge pneumatic jacks, two of which could lift the ass end of a train a foot off the ground… in seconds. Set the jack, hit the pneumatics, BAM! Train, up in the air.
We also changed boxcar doors. Boxcar doors are huge. Think about it. They cover the hole in THE SIDE OF A TRAIN! So changing them is not as easy as it sounds. It takes manpower, chain hoists or come-alongs and a crane. I drove the crane.
Here’s this year’s FARK thread. Click the link below to join in!
Wow, our sixth year. Reading through the Fark threads again and, once again, amazed at the results. It seems it is a good thing. Let’s do it again. (Clickable links below)
This year I would speak to my Dad on behalf of my brother, Alan, who died this year. My little brother was a casualty of divorce. Young enough to know he had a dad, not old enough to really get to know him.
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We were delighted to be the first act on the new stage at the hottest new venue in Temecula, CA. Knuckleheads on Front Street is the epicenter of Inland Valley blues. I never seem to get this song recorded. We always use it as our sound check song. Since this was an all acoustic show I finally got it. Enjoy
I will post this without comment, except to say that this is a raw and live screen test. It is one of those things; it isn’t perfect, it isn’t the video I was expecting to post, but it is the one that I’m posting. I don’t mind you seeing me this way. This is who I really am.
Guitar Note: The guitar that I am playing is tuned so that the normally octave strings on the twelve string are tuned in fifths. There will be more on this in another post.
You celebrate your diversity best by being yourself
instead of what others expect you to be.
Be Yourself, be informed and never let
someone be in charge of your decisions or opinions.
Pardon my passion as I brag about my crew.
Cast party crew, you know who you are, you came, you drank, you conquered. My yard was safe and looked great.
Shaun A. McIntyre, Edward Lapple and his son, Josh Lapple handled the tech stuff so well that all I could bitch about were trippy wires, the stinky carpet and the sound being… on the fly… once or twice.
Michael Mountain who fixed the generator, chopped the wood, set up the shade, carried and then shared the bass amp and played with me til midnight. He also puts up with my madness sometimes three times a week, so eager to learn the next thing, the next song.
For five years in a row now I have posted a Father’s Day thread on FARK.com asking simply, “What would you say to your Dad today if you could?”
It has been so cathartic for many and refreshing and heartbreaking to read the comments. People. They are amazing and wonderful and ridiculous and stupid and bright and are supportive or trolls. It truly takes all kinds.
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I’ve been “online” since before most of you were born. It never ceases to amaze me the little relationships you grow along the way. You learn the short hand and the short cuts. You communicate in strange ways with people from all over the world from different cultures and economies. People who don’t speak your language and people from places you will never go. You will never meet them face to face and some, you may never have a one-on-one interaction with other than a “like” or some “props” of some kind.
I don’t care what you believe in or whom, but there is a thing that happens on Sundays that is pretty special and it should happen more. Every Sunday people from all walks of life gather together and sing. Old people, young people, enlightened people, deluded people, rich people, poor people, happy people, sad people, all kinds of people, people that don’t know each other, they all get together in a room and sing songs. Forget for a moment the topic of the songs. Forget religion and politics and economics and problems of the day.
I love this kinda stuff. Friday afternoon I get a call from my buddy J.A.M. of J.A.M.Kwest, a local roots reggae band and an old friend. He needs to fill out the show at the Pitstop Pub that night. A few frantic phone calls later and it’s all set up. We get a half hour in the middle. Cool. We gather up the stuff and off we go. A J.A.M.Kwest show is always a good show even if you not in it, so I knew this would be a good time. We got there early enough to hear most of their opening set and they blew. it. up! Jay was in great voice and the band, with new bass player Dan Millican, have a crew that can hit the road. Stay Tuned for more from these guys; they are absolutely setting new levels.