JamesSavik

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Rush was a band that got me in trouble. Back in the mid to late 70s, my parents didn't really care what I listened to. We were far enough apart, and my stereo modest, using headphones my noise was never a nuisance. I think they actually liked some of my Yes. The problem I had was when we had a revival preacher that was a real fire breather who preached about the devil, all of his works and his cunning snares for youth. Of course, it was this album that caused our conflict. We fought over it but what really got me in trouble was for smarting off to the revival preacher who knew nothing about the album but was completely focused on the cover. I found this to be a recurring theme with narrow-minded people. Of course, I replaced 2112 later and eventually had the pleasure of seeing Rush in concert three different times. I doubt the band ever had in mind the other kind of lessons you could learn from their music. ________________________________

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Waking the great Cthulhu from his slumbers seems to me a terrible idea. But what do I know. I'm not a scientist.

How I discovered Can My discovery of the Krautrock band Can was one of the more improbable bits of serendipity to fall in my lap. The improbability of a German Experimental Band's music and a Mississippi teenager crossing paths had to have been quite low. In the 70s my family would drive into Jackson, Mississippi on weekends to shop at a big store on highway 80. It was a big, day long event not to be missed. Just around the corner from the strip mall was Be-Bop Record Shop- a haven of rock in a sea of country & western, blue-grass and gospel. While my parents were doing their thing, I would go to the record store where the staff would play albums. It was on one of those trips in 1975 I heard my first Can album: Tago Mago. I was intrigued by the sound and bought a copy. I got Future Days on a later trip. None of my friends had ever heard of Can. If they listened to it, they would admit it was good. If it wasn't something popular all the kids listened to, too many of them were afraid to be different. I, on the other hand, excelled at different. If you follow the crowd, you all end up in the same place. I dislike crowds. They're too crowded.

Even a blind squirrel finds a nut, eventually.

How can there even be a hoity-toity Oscars when there was only one good movie last year?

Or it describes a rich kid punk band from Berkley. YUCK!

I use a little flour to inspissate my gravy.

Southern chatelaines are known for running their homes like a Drill Instructor. Lord help you if you do something to make a mess or put her operations behind. Nothing at all can help if she calls you out with your full name. "James Edward Savik, get in here!" Oh, crap.

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A couple that aren't listed in the dictionary but are fun to use: Ewww! - a term of disgust. Ewww! Why do you hug me when you're all sweaty? P U! -as in something stinks. P U! Something in the garbage reeks!

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It hasn't got its hooks in you good yet.

I saw a prompt on Reddit I couldn't resist. A prankster in the future rigged a tank with speakers blasting heavy metal, traveled back to the 1400s, and went on a 2 month havoc filled joyride. Now in 2022 you are reading the legends born from those that witnessed this event. __________________________________________________________________ Trouble in the Provinces "Angus laddie, whatever is that bloody racket? "It sounds like thunder sire." "Is that music?" "Aye sire. After a fashion, I suppose." Say your prayers, little one Don't forget, my son To include everyone "That's... decidedly odd. It sounds like it's coming this way. " The Leopard A3A1 series main battle tank roared into view at a little over sixty KPH leaping over the rise throwing up a rooster tail of mud and debris. The two astonished Scotsmen peed their kilts with mouths agape as the monster with 500 watt PA speakers blared as it roared by on its unknowable mission. I tuck you in, warm within Keep you free from sin Till the Sandman he comes Sleep with one eye open Gripping your pillow tight The young prince looked astonished and asked, "Did ya see that Angus?" "No sire. Dint see a bloody thing and neither did you if ya know what's good for you."

My knees are a good case in point when the weather is cold and damp. This morning they sound like a bowl of rice crispies.

I don't think so. People are getting sick of it, and the Karen's that bitch about their pronouns are making them even sicker.

i. My dream took me back to last winter. I was still recovering from the grief, coming to grips with my inheritance and what it all meant. It wasn’t just the nice stack I had anticipated, but a vast fortune and an even bigger responsibility. That wealth could do great things but, I had to be smart and diligent to make that happen. I could still play and have fun but, there was no way I would let myself blow it. There was a lot to learn but, Dad had it all set up and running like a machine.

It's all a salacious libel that the litmus test for people I spot for at the gym while they are doing bench presses depends on the shapeliness of their legs. Truthfully, it's more about their pecs. 😎

The news plays its diurnal dirge and I diurnally ignore it.

This is what I listen to inside my earbuds instead of war and madness.

When a certain politician we all know and loathe gives a speech, his vaunted tabula rasa intellect makes everything he says sound like a walrus barking: derp, derp, derp!

Here's a pretty good example of a round-robin. Collision If you want to do one of these, you will need to agree on several things. When we did Collision, we created and distributed a document called the Game Plan. In this document, we set the ground rules and then let the individual authors run with it to flesh it out. In the Game Plan, you have to set up characters, setting and the ground rules for authors to agree on (No Brian, there won't be a zombie apocalypse during your chapter bro). From there, get going.

When I first looked at this, I thought it said propositions and got here ASAP. 😎

In 2011 The Dear Hunter, a progressive rock band, released an album that intrigued me since I heard its premise. The Color Spectrum is a concept album composed of nine EPs each corresponding to the colors black, red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo, violet and white. Each color is interpreted in a series of four songs that invoke the flavor, emotion and feel of those colors. It was so unique I've been curious about it for years. I finally found a copy of it on eBay and have been jamming on it all day. Well... most of the day. It runs over two and a half hours. "Deny it All" comes from "Red". They're four songs per the nine colors explored and comes on three CDs. Finding something unique is like picking the winning lottery. The corporate muzak environment where everything sounds alike. I'm looking for the road less traveled. The whole thing is on YouTube if you're curious to hear more.