I Am Richard Pryor

Scored this bad boy at the library today. My all-time fav, the ORIGINAL Original King of Comedy.

The Lament of Autumn

20191019_104937_hdr6908585999682611011.jpg

That picture was taken Oct 16 while I was walking the dog that crisp Autumn morning.  That date on the calendar generally begins the best-looking two-week period of the new season as the leaves are in beginnings of color change, the temperature is still decent (at least during the daytime hours) and snow is nowhere on the radar. From the middle of the month through Halloween is the absolute best part of the Fall. But it is a terribly fleeting time.

Just yesterday as I was driving home from work, which is on the outskirts of town and kinda in deep suburban, partially rural area, I was lamenting the all-too-transient nature of true Autumn here in the Midwest. The beautiful color transition of Autumn leaves (my favorites are the orange and yellow ones) occurs too quickly and before you know it, like now a month later, it’s but only a memory. What remains is a drab, brown (and already  snow-covered) barren wasteland that will soon transition to frozen winter tundra. Hell, we’ve already had freezing temperatures and snow. It’s already winter. In November.

So yes, I am in full lamentation of true Autumn. It’s a tragedy that such a gorgeous time of the year is so brief.

The First Day of My Autumn Vacation Yields

. . . the latest addition to the #RuckRock fam. A Fender Frontman 212R that I salvaged from a buddy who doesn’t play anymore for thirty bucks! The damned thing is heavy and loud AF! I now have Marshall, Crate (for bass), Randall and Fender amplification. What’s next? Mesa-Boogie? Bogner? Orange? Who knows. 31 years ago I started with Peavy.img_20191012_171649_3263289351176836436904.jpg