Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[LBS-bass]

With a busy house, it sounds like it’s a money grab. If they don’t push, they’ll never know what they can get away with. Maybe it’s time to anonymously call in the health inspectors.

I’ve seen headliners insist at the last minute that other bands pay to use their PA and sound guy, which was required.

It's not a busy place, though. Live music has been slowly dying on the vine there for years. Most of us in the area think they'd do far better to ditch the cover charges, start the music before 9:00pm, and give the bands a percentage of the bar proceeds. Most of the better acts in town won't play there anymore, but it used to be one of the better rooms in town, if a bit small. And now they've lost another good band. I won't play somewhere that I'm on the hook to possibly owe the venue money. It's a shame.

 

[beans-on-toast]

There's no way to Like that.

A horror story where everyone doesn’t live happily ever after.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/History_of_taxation_in_the_United_States

 

[12BitSlab]

Mrs. 12BitSlab and I bought a new home today. Being both grumpy and old, we decided that our traditional 2 floor wasn’t for us anymore. We’ve been here for almost 29 years and it was a great home and neighborhood for our children as they grew up.

Our new place is a ranch with a finished basement. When our kids or grandkids visit, they can use the basement and we can essentially live on 1 floor.

At first we wanted to go smaller, but we found a place that we both love, but it is a good bit larger than our present home.

The good news is that I can have a dedicated music room and a dedicated office where I can continue working on 2 books I am writing and avoid noise and distractions.

The soonest we can move will be June. After we move, we’ll put the current home up for sale.

 

[LBS-bass]

So, I had a busy weekend.

Friday night I played out with a band I used to be in because their new bassist coulnd't make it. Way more fun than I was expecting to have.

On Saturday I had a severe pancreatitis attack. Hit during rehearsal at about 1:30. After waiting about an hour to see if it would subside, it got so bad that I had to head to the ER by ambulance. I actually thought I was going to die this time. They say something like 10% to 30% of those people who get admitted with this do not make it home.

They put me on a morphine drip and pumped me full of anti-nausea meds and, later, dilaudid. It couldn’t control the nausea, which was arguably the worst part of the whole ordeal once the morphine kicked in. Kept me overnight, but by the morning I was fine. They let me come home and I was able to play the three-set show yesterday we had scheduled that I had thought the guys might cancel.

At the show, my housemate was telling everyone there that I bounced back into the house yesterday morning like a bundle of positive energy. Well, yeah. I’m alive! Staring down the face of death and coming out the other end on the correct side of the grass does that to you.

A bunch of serious lifestyle changes are in order, which includes changing my diet and giving up alcohol – again. I guess this time they really mean it. Whenever I have an attack this severe I’ll do everything right for a year or so, then I go into denial and decide my body has healed well enough that I can abuse it for a bit. Usually that is true, and it works for a few years, but eventually the cumulative effect of all the things I’m supposed to not do (like eating too much fat) catches up with me again.

Last time I landed in the hospital with this was at least three to four years ago. So what did I do on Saturday to bring it on? I ate a piece of cheese on an empty stomach.

 

[Fat Freddy]

There's no way to Like that.

Ha!.....some don't know when they're well.......Well maybe not....politics n'all.....
I can laugh though.....

 

[beans-on-toast]

It's not a busy place, though. Live music has been slowly dying on the vine there for years. Most of us in the area think they'd do far better to ditch the cover charges, start the music before 9:00pm, and give the bands a percentage of the bar proceeds. Most of the better acts in town won't play there anymore, but it used to be one of the better rooms in town, if a bit small. It's a shame.

It is a shame.

You never know what is really going on in their head. An unscrupulous operation might be doing things under the table and using the business as a front for other activities.

 

[12BitSlab]

So, I had a busy weekend.

Friday night I played out with a band I used to be in because their new bassist coulnd't make it. Way more fun than I was expecting to have.

On Saturday I had a severe pancreatitis attack. Hit during rehearsal at about 1:30. After waiting about an hour to see if it would subside, it got so bad that I had to head to the ER by ambulance. I actually thought I was going to die this time. They say something like 10% to 30% of those people who get admitted with this do not make it home.

They put me on a morphine drip and pumped me full of anti-nausea meds and, later, dilaudid. It couldn’t control the nausea, which was arguably the worst part of the whole ordeal once the morphine kicked in. Kept me overnight, but by the morning I was fine. They let me come home and I was able to play the three-set show yesterday we had scheduled that I had thought the guys might cancel.

At the show, my housemate was telling everyone there that I bounced back into the house yesterday morning like a bundle of positive energy. Well, yeah. I’m alive! Staring down the face of death and coming out the other end on the correct side of the grass does that to you.

A bunch of serious lifestyle changes are in order, which includes changing my diet and giving up alcohol – again. I guess this time they really mean it. Whenever I have an attack this severe I’ll do everything right for a year or so, then I go into denial and decide my body has healed well enough that I can abuse it for a bit. Usually that is true, and it works for a few years, but eventually the cumulative effect of all the things I’m supposed to not do (like eating too much fat) catches up with me again.

Last time I landed in the hospital with this was at least three to four years ago. So what did I do on Saturday to bring it on? I ate a piece of cheese on an empty stomach.

LBS, glad to hear that you are doing well. Sometimes our bodies quietly give us a hint that we need to make changes. Sometimes it isn’t a hint. Rather it’s an outright demand. We just need to listen and heed the hints and demands.

 

[Fat Freddy]

Mrs. 12BitSlab and I bought a new home today. Being both grumpy and old, we decided that our traditional 2 floor wasn’t for us anymore. We’ve been here for almost 29 years and it was a great home and neighborhood for our children as they grew up.

Our new place is a ranch with a finished basement. When our kids or grandkids visit, they can use the basement and we can essentially live on 1 floor.

At first we wanted to go smaller, but we found a place that we both love, but it is a good bit larger than our present home.

The good news is that I can have a dedicated music room and a dedicated office where I can continue working on 2 books I am writing and avoid noise and distractions.

The soonest we can move will be June. After we move, we’ll put the current home up for sale.

Great to hear.....
Wishing you and your wife, many years of happiness to come in your new gaff....

 

[Fat Freddy]

So, I had a busy weekend.

Friday night I played out with a band I used to be in because their new bassist coulnd't make it. Way more fun than I was expecting to have.

On Saturday I had a severe pancreatitis attack. Hit during rehearsal at about 1:30. After waiting about an hour to see if it would subside, it got so bad that I had to head to the ER by ambulance. I actually thought I was going to die this time. They say something like 10% to 30% of those people who get admitted with this do not make it home.

They put me on a morphine drip and pumped me full of anti-nausea meds and, later, dilaudid. It couldn’t control the nausea, which was arguably the worst part of the whole ordeal once the morphine kicked in. Kept me overnight, but by the morning I was fine. They let me come home and I was able to play the three-set show yesterday we had scheduled that I had thought the guys might cancel.

At the show, my housemate was telling everyone there that I bounced back into the house yesterday morning like a bundle of positive energy. Well, yeah. I’m alive! Staring down the face of death and coming out the other end on the correct side of the grass does that to you.

A bunch of serious lifestyle changes are in order, which includes changing my diet and giving up alcohol – again. I guess this time they really mean it. Whenever I have an attack this severe I’ll do everything right for a year or so, then I go into denial and decide my body has healed well enough that I can abuse it for a bit. Usually that is true, and it works for a few years, but eventually the cumulative effect of all the things I’m supposed to not do (like eating too much fat) catches up with me again.

Last time I landed in the hospital with this was at least three to four years ago. So what did I do on Saturday to bring it on? I ate a piece of cheese on an empty stomach.

Not "like" as such, other than that you're still with us!.........

Grumpy old cliche time.......

Might I recommend pre and avec crackers?.....

 

[beans-on-toast]

So, I had a busy weekend.

Friday night I played out with a band I used to be in because their new bassist coulnd't make it. Way more fun than I was expecting to have.

On Saturday I had a severe pancreatitis attack. Hit during rehearsal at about 1:30. After waiting about an hour to see if it would subside, it got so bad that I had to head to the ER by ambulance. I actually thought I was going to die this time. They say something like 10% to 30% of those people who get admitted with this do not make it home.

They put me on a morphine drip and pumped me full of anti-nausea meds and, later, dilaudid. It couldn’t control the nausea, which was arguably the worst part of the whole ordeal once the morphine kicked in. Kept me overnight, but by the morning I was fine. They let me come home and I was able to play the three-set show yesterday we had scheduled that I had thought the guys might cancel.

At the show, my housemate was telling everyone there that I bounced back into the house yesterday morning like a bundle of positive energy. Well, yeah. I’m alive! Staring down the face of death and coming out the other end on the correct side of the grass does that to you.

A bunch of serious lifestyle changes are in order, which includes changing my diet and giving up alcohol – again. I guess this time they really mean it. Whenever I have an attack this severe I’ll do everything right for a year or so, then I go into denial and decide my body has healed well enough that I can abuse it for a bit. Usually that is true, and it works for a few years, but eventually the cumulative effect of all the things I’m supposed to not do (like eating too much fat) catches up with me again.

Last time I landed in the hospital with this was at least three to four years ago. So what did I do on Saturday to bring it on? I ate a piece of cheese on an empty stomach.

Does eating fine noodles cause a problem?

 

[beans-on-toast]

Mrs. 12BitSlab and I bought a new home today. Being both grumpy and old, we decided that our traditional 2 floor wasn’t for us anymore. We’ve been here for almost 29 years and it was a great home and neighborhood for our children as they grew up.

Our new place is a ranch with a finished basement. When our kids or grandkids visit, they can use the basement and we can essentially live on 1 floor.

At first we wanted to go smaller, but we found a place that we both love, but it is a good bit larger than our present home.

The good news is that I can have a dedicated music room and a dedicated office where I can continue working on 2 books I am writing and avoid noise and distractions.

The soonest we can move will be June. After we move, we’ll put the current home up for sale.

Congratulations. Sounds fantastic!

 

[GwenOnBass]

There's no place like home

 

[beans-on-toast]

There's no place like home


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I’ve known places like that in my younger days.

 

[12BitSlab]

There's no place like home


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I was never that bad off. But, I do remember being hungry because there was no food and I do remember working full time at the age of 14 to help pay for rent and food.

Warning - political statement: It seems to me that the US is wealthy enough to take care of those who can’t do it on their own through no fault of their own.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Typical pram there in the third world known as 1950s Edinburgh.

Far as I'm concerned, no person should ever wield power, political, economic, fill-in-the-blank, who hasn't (more fill-in-the-blanks like)

used a city bus
filed for assistance
used a food pantry
etc
etc
some of those blanks can get politically charged so we'll just leave them blank

 

[GonePlaid]

So, I had a busy weekend.

Friday night I played out with a band I used to be in because their new bassist coulnd't make it. Way more fun than I was expecting to have.

On Saturday I had a severe pancreatitis attack. Hit during rehearsal at about 1:30. After waiting about an hour to see if it would subside, it got so bad that I had to head to the ER by ambulance. I actually thought I was going to die this time. They say something like 10% to 30% of those people who get admitted with this do not make it home.

They put me on a morphine drip and pumped me full of anti-nausea meds and, later, dilaudid. It couldn’t control the nausea, which was arguably the worst part of the whole ordeal once the morphine kicked in. Kept me overnight, but by the morning I was fine. They let me come home and I was able to play the three-set show yesterday we had scheduled that I had thought the guys might cancel.

At the show, my housemate was telling everyone there that I bounced back into the house yesterday morning like a bundle of positive energy. Well, yeah. I’m alive! Staring down the face of death and coming out the other end on the correct side of the grass does that to you.

A bunch of serious lifestyle changes are in order, which includes changing my diet and giving up alcohol – again. I guess this time they really mean it. Whenever I have an attack this severe I’ll do everything right for a year or so, then I go into denial and decide my body has healed well enough that I can abuse it for a bit. Usually that is true, and it works for a few years, but eventually the cumulative effect of all the things I’m supposed to not do (like eating too much fat) catches up with me again.

Last time I landed in the hospital with this was at least three to four years ago. So what did I do on Saturday to bring it on? I ate a piece of cheese on an empty stomach.

Sorry for your ordeal, happy at your survival.
It gives me a moment to once again give thanks that I can eat anything I wanna eat-or drink-with minimal negative reactions.

 

[GonePlaid]

Mrs. 12BitSlab and I bought a new home today. Being both grumpy and old, we decided that our traditional 2 floor wasn’t for us anymore. We’ve been here for almost 29 years and it was a great home and neighborhood for our children as they grew up.

Our new place is a ranch with a finished basement. When our kids or grandkids visit, they can use the basement and we can essentially live on 1 floor.

At first we wanted to go smaller, but we found a place that we both love, but it is a good bit larger than our present home.

The good news is that I can have a dedicated music room and a dedicated office where I can continue working on 2 books I am writing and avoid noise and distractions.

The soonest we can move will be June. After we move, we’ll put the current home up for sale.

I live in a one story house. A friend from up north(originally)insists it's a "ranch". No. It's a one story house.

Definitely no basement. In coastal FL a basement would quickly become a pool.

 

[Fat Freddy]

Bungalow!....

 

[Jeff Scott]

Bungalow!....

Not a bungalow, definitely, a ranch. On second thought, maybe it's a Bumgalow®.

 

[12BitSlab]

Not a bungalow, definitely, a ranch. On second thought, maybe it's a Bumgalow®.

Ric owners call it BungaGlo.