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Whitewater Horn

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  1. No words for this one. RIP Uncle John.
  2. Gladly paid for and watched it. No spoilers. I found it to be well worth the money. For someone very familiar with all of his stand up and television work, it seems that his observations, writing, and performance are as sharp and irreverent as ever. He may have actually doubled down on some of the truly absurd irreverent bits and has done so fearlessly and hilariously.
  3. That is terrible news. Such a great man and legendary songwriter. I hope he had the constitution and will to fight through this.
  4. There’s so much to be disturbed by here. Chief among them is the repeated wearing of Longhorn gear by this white trash shit show of a two-tone mullet wearin’, bad tat havin’, heterosexual convertin’, wheelin’, dealin’, helicopter flyin’, ATV ridin’, animal exploitin’, country sangin’, justified murder plottin’ son of a gun. Woo! I hope this series ends with Joe and the husband-murdering empress of all Crazy Cat Ladies savagely dismembered and devoured together by one or more of the animals they’re “saving.”
  5. Agreed. I downloaded this on Amazon unlimited this morning and it’s okay, nothing too deep on the surface. I’m guessing the full album will be more interesting. Maybe I’m wrong, but Isbell doesn’t seem the type to coast and put out uninspired mediocrity on the likelihood of it being well received.
  6. Madder than a centipede on a hot rock. Happier than a puppy with two peters. Uglier than homemade sin. Sweatin’ like a whore in church.
  7. When I was 10 years old I was sure I wanted to be Ace Frehley. My dad was already teaching me guitar and I was all about it. One day my buddy came over with a couple of records he had “borrowed” from his older brother’s GF. The records were 2112 and Hemispheres. I was skeptical that this band would be as good as KISS, but he kept saying, “just wait til you hear this drummer.” I was floored and asked my buddy to let me keep those records for a couple of days. Like so many other kids in the 70s and 80s, Neil’s playing inspired me to want to learn how to play drums. Two weeks after my first listen and pleading for drum lessons, my dad took me to a good pawn shop and got my first (of many) drumkits for $60 and found a local teacher. I fell in love with drumming and played in a number of bands in high school and in my 20s while living in the UK. I never pursued music as a career because I felt like had ability, but not talent. It was always about the fun of playing. The list of drummers that awe me are numerous and varied - I don’t give a shit about who is considered “the best,” whatever that even means to art, but Neil always held a special place in my life for being the inspiration to explore more challenging music and amplify my already fanatical passion for music and those who make it. I’m not sure how many times I saw him perform, but it was somewhere in the 30s before I lost count. RIP Neil, and thanks for the great words and rhythmic artistry. 🤘
  8. So glad they never fucked this movie up with attempting a sequel.
  9. No way she’s not down with the clown.
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  11. Not surprising at all. Best of luck to him.
  12. Here’s the part where Texas loses intensity mid this game turns into a nail biter until the final play.
  13. Bobby - Wematanye wants us to honor the bird’s sacred spirit. Hank - And we will do just that in the dumpster behind Stuckey’s.
  14. I went to many great shows in unique places back when I was living in the UK in my early twenties. One that stands out was in 1990 seeing The Damed at a place called The Crypt, which was an actual stone crypt underneath an old church in the Sevenoaks part of London. Also saw the Dead that year in London on Halloween night. It was a trip (literally) seeing them in the middle of London (Wembley Arena) but the crowd mostly American Deadheads and other expats. I got a kick out of the Deadheads commenting on the “Way Out” signs on the tube. Waaayyy ouuut, maan!
  15. As a former submariner who served exclusively on attack (hunter-killer) boats, I’m only watching this hilarious piece of shit if its in the company of other phin wearing brothers and alcohol is served. We’ll dissect it the way we did Red October and Crimson Tide.
  16. RIP Donnell. Great guy and I’ll miss him.
  17. I haven’t read thIs whole thread yet, but my 11 year old son is in the hospital after trying to committ suicide on Satirday morning. Luckily his mother found him and got him to the ER in time. He gave no obvious warnings. When he regained consciousness in the hospital, he told the doctor that he “knows where to cut himself to finish the job when he gets home.” I’m beyond bewildered and heartbroken. I thought we were closer than that. He tells me things he won’t tell his mother and have made it clear that no matter what he does, I will always love him. We have shared many things and worked through divorce and death of a beloved pet. I know it’s not true, but I feel like I’ve failed my son. I’m thankful that he’s alive and I hope I can get him the help and support he needs to never look for the end again.
  18. Getting ready to head down to SA to check out Jason Isbell with Richard Thompson opening. Ought to be a great pairing.
  19. Two things I remember very clearly. First, when the show was about to start and the house lights when down, the Strauss piece “Thus Spake Zarathustra” (or more commonly known as the theme from 2001) started to play over the PA and women were screaming like someone was being fucking murderd. That song sounded ominous and kinda scary to me at eight years old. I remember clutching my uncle Bobby’s hand and him laughing and telling me everything was cool. Everything WAS cool as soon as the house lights came up, the drums to CC Rider started, then the familiar horns kick in and this fat dude in a jumpsuit comes ruinning onstage. And the crowd goes apeshit. After that, I was mesmerized by his drummer, Ronnie Tutt. It was the first double bass drum kit I had ever seen in person, and that dude slammed and went hard. I knew that Elvis was a big deal, the King of Rock n Roll my uncle was always reminding me, but I couldn’t appreciate the significance of the moment. These days I’m grateful that he took me with him.
  20. First real concert was Elvis at the Tarrant County Convention center with my uncle when I was eight. First big “rock show” was also at the TCCC when my dad took me to see KISS when I was 12. First concert with my own money and no supervision was Rush with Golden Earring at Reunion Arena in 1983.
  21. Thanks OCSpur for linking this from Shaggy (R.I.P.). I never posted pics of my guitars and gear over there because they’re nothing remarkable and neither is my playing of them, but I always loved following this thread and glad y’all are resurrecting it here. Maybe I’ll have something worthy of sharing soon. Now to find the My Dog Is Aweome thead...
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