"Franklin's Tower", Feb 26, 1977:  

Peter

I just had a bizarre experience.

Earlier today, I was thinking of a posting something here from a collection of Ethiopian Jazz I love (Jazz Ethiopiques Vol. 4) - it's in constant rotation for me.

A few minutes ago, I walked past my local supermarket. They were playing this song over their PA. I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've heard any jazz there.

My tiny mind is blown.

I don't know that I ever heard of anyone manifesting Ethiopian Jazz on a grocery run before. I'll have to give that a shot. 

When I was in Hungary just before the pandemic, I manifested a weasel in downtown Buda one night, so I suppose anything is possible.

I'm sure this thread is strong enough to withstand my manifestation, but I gotta share. Last Friday I manifested my ex-wife, who I hadn't seen or spoke to in about 33 years; I was getting groceries for dinner and I saw her there, looked a couple times and was "that's gotta be Mary!" said 'Mary?' as she was leaving the store and could see she was checking the memory banks when I said 'it's Tony'...so the last time I saw her was in Bangkok Thailand, when we were both travelling and she knew where I'd be on what day, but this time was completely random as she's visiting friends in Vancouver, living in the Caymans for the last ten years...strangely, it's far from the only times I've run into people I know thousands of km's from home...oh, and in Bangkok my brothers were with me and freaked out that "you don't travel half-way around the world and run into your ex-wife!" well, I do...

Today I was sitting the waiting room while Senior Management got some blood drawn, and got to chatting with an old guy who told me I should check out this 1957 number he played guitar on for Orangie Ray Hubbard; well, I'd never heard of Orangie Ray, and he was a nice old coot (from things he said, I put his age at ±15 years greater than mine own), so here ya go:  

Peter

Quote from: cozmik_cowboy on August 06, 2026, 09:39:29 PMToday I was sitting the waiting room while Senior Management got some blood drawn, and got to chatting with an old guy who told me I should check out this 1957 number he played guitar on for Orangie Ray Hubbard; well, I'd never heard of Orangie Ray, and he was a nice old coot (from things he said, I put his age at ±15 years greater than mine own), so here ya go: 


Peter

What a cool way to discover new music.
That was a catchy tune.

Dan's squad is sounding tight this season.

Matthias Loibner, killing it on the hurdy gurdy:

Loud cars.

The 2 oldest grandsons came this AM for a week, so tonight I took them to the local dirt track (not to bed yet, so it's still Saturday......)

Peter

Last time I was at a dirt track race, I spent a day picking dirt out of my hair.

It's not unusual to see a family trailering a backyard racecar on a Friday evening here, to one of a few local tracks, some dirt, some paved. One of my former trainees ran a team with his brother. Expensive hobby but they had a lot of fun with it.  

The Gibson Goldtop conversation over on the Misc. Thread reminded me of this one. 


No telling what the particulars are. At least '57. Vinnie don't haul the cheap stuff around. The song has a funny story too. 

Quote from: edwardofhuncote on Yesterday at 04:47:23 AMIt's not unusual to see a family trailering a backyard racecar on a Friday evening here, to one of a few local tracks, some dirt, some paved. One of my former trainees ran a team with his brother. Expensive hobby but they had a lot of fun with it. 

Considering the number of crashes - 6 in the final race (a figure-8) alone - I can't imagine just how expensive.........

And then there was the sideshow; 2 drunk redneck women arguing almost to the point of fisticuffs about which of them was actually the mother of the small child one was holding (until she handed her to the dud who was quite pointedly not taking sides).

And to rerail the thread - Had Vince on in the car for the first time in a while and was pleasantly reminded that he did this duet: 

Peter

For the Sarabande.

Quote from: Nova Constellatio on August 08, 2026, 10:40:08 PMLast time I was at a dirt track race, I spent a day picking dirt out of my hair.

Peter probably remembers Santa Fe Speedway in the south burbs of Chicago. Where you would end up with "mud beer" if you were at the right turn at the wrong time.