Sometimes there’s a man, doin’ what a man’s gotta do

Carrying on with the theme from this post, I present:

via The Borderline Sociopathic Blog For Boys

Season’s Greetings from the ‘Boro

Who says nothing ever happens in Murfreesboro, Tennessee? Here’s a nice little sendup of ‘Wrecking Ball':

I left a lot of dead brain cells in that town, and a lot of great memories of the CJ’s cast and crew.
via Insty

Crickets

Listen, and be transported…

It’s amazing how they use the same tonality that we humans find pleasant to the ear. Anyone who truly knows math and music cannot deny the existence of God- the same patterns all through nature, big and small… The “Music Of The Spheres” indeed.

I had these messages saying that Robbie Robertson said to get in touch with me. So we went in studio. He said, ‘I want you to do whatever you feel like. And, now, these are crickets.’ So I thought, oh, my goodness. I’m to accompany crickets, see?

And when I heard them, I was so ashamed of myself, I was so humbled, because I had not given them enough respect. Jim Wilson recorded crickets in his back yard, and he brought it into the studio and went ahead and lowered the pitch and lowered the pitch and lowered the pitch. And they sound exactly like a well-trained church choir to me. And not only that, but it sounded to me like they were singing in the eight-tone scale. And so what–they started low, and then there was something like I would call, in musical terms, an interlude; and then another chorus part; and then an interval and another chorus. They kept going higher and higher.

They were saying cricket words. I kept thinking, ‘Oh, I almost can understand them. It’s a nice, mellow tone. And they never went off pitch until one of the interludes, where they went real crazy and they got back on again to where they were. And I know that people do not know that they’re listening to crickets unless they’re told that that’s what that is…

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