I'm assuming I was 28 once. I don't remember it, but I must have been, because I'm a lot older than that now. I must have passed through 28 on my way here.
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Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"
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It's like getting Alzheimer Disease. It's a cruel thing during a short time , when you know that you have it, acting weird and becoming normal again.
Like wow, was that me?
It's a mean thing, growing older, twice new friendly people every day. You live in a new world, like candy cotton land.
It's a disease that hurts your Family more than you.
Sorry for drifting into a theme like that. It's just like I know exactly what happened when I was 28.
Btw, musicians per se don't get Alzheimer typically. Just because they play music, learn new stuff, new songs all the time, ear - eye - hand - coordination. It's like brain exercise.
It would be perfect to learn a new iinstrument. But I like bass so much, and as long as I recognise my instruments, as long as I am able to get a connector into the input , I will play bass.
Otherwise I may become super grumpy.
Like wow, was that me?
It's a mean thing, growing older, twice new friendly people every day. You live in a new world, like candy cotton land.
It's a disease that hurts your Family more than you.
Sorry for drifting into a theme like that. It's just like I know exactly what happened when I was 28.
Btw, musicians per se don't get Alzheimer typically. Just because they play music, learn new stuff, new songs all the time, ear - eye - hand - coordination. It's like brain exercise.
It would be perfect to learn a new iinstrument. But I like bass so much, and as long as I recognise my instruments, as long as I am able to get a connector into the input , I will play bass.
Otherwise I may become super grumpy.
Ajapses
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I was just kidding around with my post (probably should have inserted some smileys to indicate that), but I watched what Alzheimer's did to my father-in-law a few years ago. It's got to be one of the cruelest things that can happen to a person and especially their family. He was one of the most upbeat, caring people I've known, spent his life standing up for the people who needed someone to represent them, tolerating no BS from the powers that be, serving on his city council into his mid '80's. I can only hope to be half the man he was.
My Dad passed away at the age of 69 after 15 years with Alzheimer disease. The last three month he was in a closed nursing home, because my Mom and I could not handle him anymore.
I am a working musician now for 20 years, so I was able to take the time to support my parents. In my 20's I was a volunteer paramedic in german Red Cross, so I have a basic medical education what helped a lot.
My Dad was a strong man, we two ran our family businesses until we sold the gravel plant and the landscape business because we had the chance to make a lot of money.
Only one year after having enough to retire and living his dream, he was no more able to recognise his wife and his two sons. When my brother died in an accident he told my Mom his condolences, not able to understand it was his younger son.
I by the way was the chief physician of the hospital he was to get his diabetes cured. This made a lot much easier, because he saw a person of respect.
Every time he saw himself in a mirror, he told everyone that this is his son and that he doesn't know what he did wrong to him, because he refused to give answer. I do look like my father.
He did not react like this when I stood in front of him.
In the end we had to stay with him 24 hours. He felt like kidnapped, strangers in his house everywhere. He called the police at least 4 times. He tried to escape, and he lost lots ofhis physical strength , so we hadto pay attention all the time.
His brain was damaged by his long time disease, so he passed away by a major stroke
12 weeks after we had to give him into a closed nursing home for his own protection. And for the physical and psychical health of my Mom.
My Dad had a good live this years. He lived in his own world, didn't remember that the family businesses have been sold, he still was the boss. My Mom, his wife suddenly was his Mom, and I for myself was his elder brother he never met because he died as a child thre years before my dad was born.
Oh, it would fill at least one book full with storys about this time . Lots of nice ones, but even more bad ones.
As I am now a grumpy old fart, and an official one as you can see, I have to say, I miss my Dad and my Mom. Getting into "their age", having two kids in the 20's on my own I now understand lots of things much better.
I am a working musician now for 20 years, so I was able to take the time to support my parents. In my 20's I was a volunteer paramedic in german Red Cross, so I have a basic medical education what helped a lot.
My Dad was a strong man, we two ran our family businesses until we sold the gravel plant and the landscape business because we had the chance to make a lot of money.
Only one year after having enough to retire and living his dream, he was no more able to recognise his wife and his two sons. When my brother died in an accident he told my Mom his condolences, not able to understand it was his younger son.
I by the way was the chief physician of the hospital he was to get his diabetes cured. This made a lot much easier, because he saw a person of respect.
Every time he saw himself in a mirror, he told everyone that this is his son and that he doesn't know what he did wrong to him, because he refused to give answer. I do look like my father.
He did not react like this when I stood in front of him.
In the end we had to stay with him 24 hours. He felt like kidnapped, strangers in his house everywhere. He called the police at least 4 times. He tried to escape, and he lost lots ofhis physical strength , so we hadto pay attention all the time.
His brain was damaged by his long time disease, so he passed away by a major stroke
12 weeks after we had to give him into a closed nursing home for his own protection. And for the physical and psychical health of my Mom.
My Dad had a good live this years. He lived in his own world, didn't remember that the family businesses have been sold, he still was the boss. My Mom, his wife suddenly was his Mom, and I for myself was his elder brother he never met because he died as a child thre years before my dad was born.
Oh, it would fill at least one book full with storys about this time . Lots of nice ones, but even more bad ones.
As I am now a grumpy old fart, and an official one as you can see, I have to say, I miss my Dad and my Mom. Getting into "their age", having two kids in the 20's on my own I now understand lots of things much better.
I feel the pain of watching our parents both die and fade away. I've watched to many family members to want to take a count. I'm siting here looking out the back slider at my Hang Glider I haven't had out in four or five years because I got so sick I nearly died a couple of times. I've flown them since 72' and it's truly the biggest thrill I've ever had In My life. Yes sure I've come close to killing myself a few times but that just keeps the juices flowing and keeps you feeling young. The funny thing is I quit riding Motorcycles in the 70's cause I figured I really would kill myself, haha. Every once in awhile I think I ought to get a bike again then one of my friends gets hit by a car and ends up in the hospital, if they're lucky and I scratch it off the list again. Oddly I know I can still fly I just need to get rid of my high performance Glider and get an Intermediate one. I was always pretty cautious flying. I think I got that from my dad who started out as a military pilot. What I like about flying it's really all on you and getting hit by someone else is extremely rare. I was just at my GF's friend from works celebration of life and spent a couple of hours talking Gliders with a young guy there before I realized it was the deceased guys kid who is a 4 time National champion HG Pilot. Small world. I keep doing music cause it's hard to die in a musical train wreck! Haha. 2:30 oh crap I gotta get up in the morning, gnight all.
Ajapses
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When I was 28, my eyes were blue and my junk was red.
Now, my junk is blue and my eyes are red.
Now, my junk is blue and my eyes are red.
This will do it...
Nothing to do with amps. but a lot to do with grumpy. hmmmph...
Nothing to do with amps. but a lot to do with grumpy. hmmmph...
Ajapses
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Looks like you turned it into a Japanese Koto. Check YouTube for a mean Voodoo Child version on one. Keep rockin' it!!!
You are a funny guy.
The bass fell face first and this was the result. It will be OK...
You are a funny guy.
Until you get it repaired you can always go hunting with it, use small arrows though.
A mushroom goes into a bar. As he's about to sit down the bartender yells out "Hey you! Get out! We don't serve your kind here!". The mushroom replies "Why not? I'm a fungi..."
I've never broken a neck off and I've even parked a VW Bus on my 57 Precision.......long story.....didn't even knock it's out of tune but the case, that's another story. I used two belts to hold it together for the next 40 years.
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