July 24, 2008
For You Musicians
It took me a second to wrap my head around what the hell was going on in this video. Once I did, I laughed for about 15 minutes solid. Brilliant:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8Vml7SwxXTI
I love the fact that they picked that wanker Satch to clown! Now, if you still listen to this and don't see or hear what the problem is, I might suggest you go nowhere near a musical instrument...ever.
While I am at it, here is another one clowning Steve Via:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aiXR9ggRdFI&NR=1
I almost liked Steve Vai once when he did that album with David Lee Roth post Van Halen break-up. Other than that, he's a wanker too. I might add that some dude who was playing drums on one of Steve Vai's solo albums had the practice studio next to mine in Boston. I won't name his name but he was the most annoying, egotistical, robotic, emotionless drummer I ever met in my life. It also didn't help that I was homeless at the time, sleeping in my studio and in such, forced to sleep to his vial steakheaded drum playing every night. :-)
July 15, 2008
Walking the Property
I often disappear from my house to "walk the property" as my wife calls it. I actually documented one of my property walks the other night. If you call and Ingrid notes that I am "walking the property" you will now have some visual reference as to what that might entail.
First out the front door.
Then out to check on my grapes.
I love my grapes.
Then out back heading towards the woods.
Then down into the woods.
Then over the crick to sit at my camping spot for a while.
Back down the trail heading East through the woods.
Back up out of the woods.
Check out the wildflower garden after coming out of the woods.
Head back up to the house from the woods.
Check out Ingrid's Perennial garden behind the house.
Go back into the house.
July 14, 2008
Advertiser-Tribune Letter
A couple folks have asked for a link to the letter I wrote to the editor of the Advertiser-Tribune. Here is a link to the letter:
Keesey letter to the Advertiser Tribune
July 01, 2008
Little Help?
I've given up on the Federal government providing any practical or common sense assistance in helping the common everyday Joe find alternatives to skyrocketing fuel prices. I will however still put out a plea for some local and state assistance. I'm not looking for subsidies, research or other such complexities that would inevitably get caught up in the bureaucracy and die. I simply would like some new bike paths. I would just like the State and local governments to forgo tarring the burm along with other useless exercises to build a 4-foot wide strip of pavement extending five miles out of town over the four or five main roads converging on our little village.
Beyond helping me save countless dollars a year, this might help me attain the level of "greenness" that I am told I should be achieving so that our planet doesn't croke. Honestly, I refuse to be guilted into "greeness" by a bunch of wealthy Upper East Siders in NYC and goofies from California who consume more in a day of fueling their humungous homes full of gadgets and appliances and their 35 mile commutes than I probably consume in a month. If you take a look at the overhead shot below of my neighborhood, you will see that I am greener already in the literal sense than a grocery isle full of broccoli.
But hey, I'm willing step up regardless of my disdain for Left and Right coast hypocrites preaching at me continuously through what has become our fourth branch of government, the media. I can't however step up without a safe path of travel for my bicycle. Instead of spending countless thousands trying to woo companies to our region and convince them to relocate their shop 90 miles from the nearest airport, how about making it more affordable and sustainable for those of us who already live, work and do business here already? The money we save by taking our bikes in town everyday will inevitably end up back in the local economy and the paths full of bike riders will create a wonderful opportunity for those up and down the paths to sell water and other sustenance to help keep a peddler moving on their way.
