Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[GonePlaid]

The cat's proper name is Thor. Not that he ever paid attention to his name. The cat knows who he is, and he has a name he calls himself that he will never tell me. Thor is 16 now. It looked to me like the summer of 19 was his last. Now not so certain. Thor is senile. He will stop eating and ask me for something to eat. He will ask to go out and forget what he wanted. He's still a killer, though.

Names are pretty important to humans, and for sure all three names, in order, with the right emphasis, means gone well beyond the point of trouble

I've had a rescued feral cat for about 3 1/2 years now(she's probably around 10[?]). Her name is Striper. She does not respond to it in any way. I kinda wonder why anyone bothers to name their cat. It'll come to you when it wants to and expect you to know what it wants, usually when you're in the middle of something important-to you.

 

[SoulReflection]

Happy Soulful Sunday...

 

[GwenOnBass]

Happy Soulful Sunday...

Excellent call!

 

[GonePlaid]

Excellent call!

+1

 

[beans-on-toast]

Nothing like a soulful scratch to make a cat happy.

 

[GonePlaid]

Nothing like a soulful scratch to make a cat happy.

Love the purr. Reminds me of my first Freightliner's 290 Cummins idling.

 

[the harp unstrung]

Hey, y’all!
Here’s to a happy Soulful Sunday...



My Bride n I are heading toward a Singing Bowl program/workshop later today!

✌️

 

[Passinwind]

Bee-yoo-tea-ful!

That's a pretty special one. One just might be able to see and play it at some obscure dog and pony show come mid-January, or so my people tell me.

 

[LBS-bass]

!!That steel player! It’s GEDDY!

Looks more like my ex. He could wield a mean slide in all sorts of random tunings and fingerpick like nobody's business. He was also an arrogant SOB I wasted too many years with. Ah, memories.

 

[beans-on-toast]

Happy Soulful Sunday...

Pops looked old when it came out in 1971, he was only 57 at the time.

The song has some talented people behind it, no wonder why it sounds so good. It’s also haunting.

The song was written by Stax Records singer Luther Ingram and Stax house songwriter Mack Rice. Ingram, who was frustrated with the state of the world at the time, told Rice "black folk need to learn to respect themselves." Rice liked the comment so much that he built a funk groove around it, then gave the song to the Staples, who were also signed to Stax. Producer Al Bell teamed the group with the storied Muscle Shoals Rhythm Section.

The song has a Beatles Abbey Road album connection, the same keyboard controller was used.

Classic Tracks: The Staples' "Respect Yourself"

 

[GwenOnBass]

December 8, 1980

Passed my audition for music school, and soon shaken to the core with the news of John Lennon. Eddie Murphy helped later in the role of Buckwheat.

 

[Fat Freddy]

Think that I must be among the very few that weren't saddened by John Lennon's death....

 

[Tom Bomb]

+1

Me2

 

[beans-on-toast]

A sad day that changed the world.

 

[GonePlaid]

Think that I must be among the very few that weren't saddened by John Lennon's death....

I was mostly saddened by the stupidity of it. I wasn't a particularly big Lennon fan, but killing him was unnecessary at the least.

 

[Fat Freddy]

I was mostly saddened by the stupidity of it. I wasn't a particularly big Lennon fan, but killing him was unnecessary at the least.

Yep!....It was most certainly unnecessary....Won't argue with that...

 

[alaskaleftybass]

I consider any loss of life tragic. John Lennon was a gifted writer and influential on the music and social scene in his prime. I felt deep sadness when he was murdered-- a small piece of humanity died that day.

 

[Tom Bomb]

No man is an island entire of itself; every man

is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe

is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as

well as any manner of thy friends or of thine

own were; any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.


​

 

[GwenOnBass]

Double Fantasy was the gift my parents gave me for Christmas, 1980.

 

[Fat Freddy]

No man is an island entire of itself; every man

is a piece of the continent, a part of the main;

if a clod be washed away by the sea, Europe

is the less, as well as if a promontory were, as

well as any manner of thy friends or of thine

own were; any man's death diminishes me,

because I am involved in mankind.

And therefore never send to know for whom

the bell tolls; it tolls for thee.


​

Cheered me up no end!.............

I parry your thrust with something a little lighter....

I must go down to the sea again,
to the lonely sea and the sky;
I left my shoes and socks there -
I wonder if they're dry?