Yes, Brenda!That relaxation of the gentle guitar! The slow weep that puts you in a trance
Like I’ve said, and Chloe too, there are times we listen to you and just want to lay back and relax on the couch, drinking it all in. You have that!
Need me to smack him for you? I can. Just say the word. Unlike us, he doesn't like spankings
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Thank you!Yes, Brenda!
Brenda, my musical heartThank you!
When I was growing up, I was a piano player. And I would be in the music room, playing away... often playing passages for too long because I was just enjoying those tones. If my dad was home, he would come over, and close the big sliding door into the room I was in. Usually with a disapproving look, and never said a thing. But the message was very clear "I do not want to hear you, ever." That was literally over 40 years ago. I guess some wounds just don't heal.
Around 9 years old, I got to go to Alabama with my Grandmother to meet her brother and his family. They were so cool, so good to me. The memories of that trip are still super special to me. While exploring in their big house, I found there was a piano in the formal entry way/living room that they didn't really use. I asked if I could play for them, and someone replied "do you know 'far far away'? Please play 'far far away'." It was a joke. I was hurt but even as a 8 or 9 year old, I knew it was just a joke. And those people very kindly made it a "thing".. and event. They all came into this formal room, and listened to my boogie woogie piano playing (or whatever mess came out of my 8 or 9 year old version of me). To me, even though they made a joke out of it, these people all made time, to come sit down and listen to this kid play piano that likely wasn't very good, but I didn't know that. I thought I was Jerry Lee Lewis. I have thought back to that many, many times over the years, at how kind they were to me. Very special memories to me.
So... fast forward 40 years or so, being accepted and appreciated in the Brat House has been such a major blessing for me. Thank you all, for not asking me to stop or shut up. I'd rather just be put on ignore, where I don't know.
, I will never put you on ignore and always want to listen to whatever masterpiece you have to play next, whatever instrument you choose to play for us! We’re the lucky ones that get to hear what you choose to share
Thank you so much!!Brenda, my musical heart
Brenda, my musical heart
I'm sorry Chloe... when it comes to @TXRafe ... my imagination says you're more likely to walk into the room he is in... behind him, so he doesn't realize you have no blouse or bra on... and you smack him upside the head with a boob. Just seems... like a good idea to me.
OMG!!! That is too cute for words!!!
Okay, when I talk about Portland blues, most of it comes out of the Chicago Blues tradition -- a little smoother than Delta, always amplified, usually in a mixed group. Most of the blues artists in Portland come out of this style -- Lloyd Jones, Leroy Vinegar, Curtis, DeLay, and the like -- and add a bit more jazz touches to it. Not a lot -- it isn't, say, Stanly Jordan, but a bit of jazz feel and improvisation, especially in the solos.Wow... it already rendered and uploaded! Here is tonight's offering...
I'm curious if @UnquietDreams thinks this also sounds Portlandy or not. Neither way is good or bad to me, I'm proud of where I came from, and what I have done. I'm just really curious, that's all.
this is supposed to be a punishment! If I smacked him with a boob, he'd be all like, "ayo! Sexy times already baby?" And no lesson would be learnt
https://media1.tenor.com/m/irphj1qyy6sAAAAC/knocked-up-jay.gifTortilla Slap !!
Oh really?
Wow... thank you. Truly. You describe so much, so well. And make me sound so much more interesting to me, than I am. Your commentary inspires me, thank you for that.
Oh, sweetie, I honestly bleed for you here. No one should hurt a kid that way, and especially when they are trying so hard. Even realizing it was a joke, that has to hurt. I am glad they did sit with you and play. God, all musicians were new at one time! I remember my sister on the violin, and how painful that sounded. And my daughter, first trying trumpet. But you hold that flame, you nurture it and encourage it. My first forays on a drum set couldn't have been pleasant (and probably still isn't, heh), but my family put up with it. And you keep going, and you get better.Thank you!
When I was growing up, I was a piano player. And I would be in the music room, playing away... often playing passages for too long because I was just enjoying those tones. If my dad was home, he would come over, and close the big sliding door into the room I was in. Usually with a disapproving look, and never said a thing. But the message was very clear "I do not want to hear you, ever." That was literally over 40 years ago. I guess some wounds just don't heal.
Around 9 years old, I got to go to Alabama with my Grandmother to meet her brother and his family. They were so cool, so good to me. The memories of that trip are still super special to me. While exploring in their big house, I found there was a piano in the formal entry way/living room that they didn't really use. I asked if I could play for them, and someone replied "do you know 'far far away'? Please play 'far far away'." It was a joke. I was hurt but even as a 8 or 9 year old, I knew it was just a joke. And those people very kindly made it a "thing".. an event. They all came into this formal room, and listened to my boogie woogie piano playing (or whatever mess came out of my 8 or 9 year old version of me). To me, even though they made a joke out of it, these people all made time, to come sit down and listen to this kid play piano that likely wasn't very good, but I didn't know that. I thought I was Jerry Lee Lewis. I have thought back to that many, many times over the years, at how kind they were to me. Very special memories to me.
So... fast forward 40 years or so, being accepted and appreciated in the Brat House has been such a major blessing for me. Thank you all, for not asking me to stop or shut up. I'd rather just be put on ignore, where I don't know.
Ok yall! Hopefully I'm on the upside of this dang nerve flare up! It got spicy there for a moment. My face got tingly, breathing felt odd, and oddly enough, I felt like I had a hand around my neck; except I didn't like it.
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Ooo I loved this one!Wow... it already rendered and uploaded! Here is tonight's offering...
I'm curious if @UnquietDreams thinks this also sounds Portlandy or not. Neither way is good or bad to me, I'm proud of where I came from, and what I have done. I'm just really curious, that's all.
.... Small (like fifteen minutes small) procedure this afternoon. But this morning? Well now that is time for job searches and cleaning of the tile floors yea baby.
Morning. Hope you are healing up well. Still so proud of your achievement!Good morning all
Monday it's back to road work and stair machines. Next race June 11
Aww thanks
