Hey there, it is nice to see you and I really mean it. I would like to welcome my new regular readers, as well as show some appreciation for my older ones.
Tomorrow my Brother is graduating from high school. It seems weird.. I am glad I never worked hard enough to graduate before 18, because I am grateful for the years I got to spend stewing around with people my own age in a captive environment, but to each his own.
It is pretty damn hot.. I would be very grateful for air conditioning right now, but the fan stuck in the window will have to suffice. At least I have Gold Bond medicated powder.. It is truly awesome stuff; a veritable panacea for all the socially awkward itches the summer has to throw at you.
Today I played bluegrass with Chris and his dad. It was awesome. I learned a lot about how I am not very good at the mandolin. The kind of music I play with the old folks is usually very slow, or at least with a melody that I can quickly pick up.. If I can't, there are so many people playing other instruments that I can just fake it. Bluegrass with 3 people is different. There is nowhere to hide, and blindingly fast bluegrass solos are not as easily picked up as I had supposed. Also my mandolin is not reacting well to the recent humidity and has become even harder to play, not to mention that even in perfect condition it would not be at all suitable for the bluegrass style... I gave it a fair shot, as well as learning something very important to bluegrass called the chop. The chop is when you strike the muted strings of the mandolin to get a percussive sound. It is awesome, because even if you do not know any mandolin chords, you can still sound good.
Strangely enough, my ukulele has become a lot easier to play. This is probably because in Hawaii, they get to enjoy more warm weather than we do, and so Hawaiian instruments are built with this in mind..
I feel I must apologize for my overuse of the word moonbat in my previous post. When you are awake for too long and are spending time with people who think that a paperless cigarette would be the best invention since sliced bread, every word Howie Carr may choose to utter becomes pure gold. The easy way to remedy this is by finding new friends and listening to NPR... However I am shy and I happen to strongly dislike NPR... Apart from this story about a Jewish guy who was not allowed to write his name, because it is blasphemy to use any of the 72 names of God lightly.. Is God one of the names of God?
Well here we are.. Near the end of a very painful post.. I cooked ribs for 8 hours today, which were awesome.. It was hard to regulate the heat of the charcoal because of the humidity.. But that is another story for Tony's fine recipe book.
Stay tuned, and be ready for my next update... Hmm, that kind of sounds like genocidal the radio guy from Hotel Rwanda.. Not cool dude..
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