Get off my LAWN! "Grumpy Old Farts"

[LBS-bass]

Here's a story from that summer:
We went to a 3-day "pop" festival in Atlantic City NJ. Something still a bit of a new phenomenon. Big names, Joni, Janis, Zappa, Iron Butterfly, etc. My memory of some is a bit, errr foggy. Even Lothar and the Hand People (Machines!).

Packing up after the last day some guys said they were going to another one, someplace in upstate New York.. Stockwood or something: "You guys want to go a long?"
"Naw, thanks." And we went home.

One of my exes had pretty much the same story.

 

[LBS-bass]

Here's a 19 lb. 2x8 you may want to check out.
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Give Dave a call. His number is on the website homepage.

I love my RevSound cab. You can do way worse.

 

[GonePlaid]

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Thought you might like this

 

[GonePlaid]

Then there's this:

 

[Jeff Scott]

Thought you might like this
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I might know one of those guys!

 

[GwenOnBass]

Here's a 19 lb. 2x8 you may want to check out.
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Give Dave a call. His number is on the website homepage.

Oh yes, a very tasty cab.

Attended Woodstock through the magic of my record player

 

[beans-on-toast]

You GOF's inspired me to sing my own version of "Tenderness."

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Thanks for posting Will.

What Sing Snap Karaoke offers is quite interesting. The backing tracks are well done and there’s a lot of selection. The whole concept is impressive.

 

[beans-on-toast]

I might know one of those guys!

I wonder if they make their own bats.

If they did that they could do a neck. The neck bone’s connected to the body bone. Bet the guys that you hired could do a bass.

 

[GwenOnBass]

Happy Monday.

 

[GwenOnBass]

I wonder if they make their own bats.

If they did that they could do a neck. The neck bone’s connected to the body bone. Bet the guys that you hired could do a bass.

Sure, these Amish guys will make anything but it's strictly a cash transaction. My own experience with the Amish community ... maybe the best way to put it is the patriarch always does business with other mens. When I make a purchase, he shuffles me to complete the transaction with one of the wimmenfolk. And always understood that as an "English" (that's everyone who is not Amish), I am unsaved. This is evident, of course, in my shameless attire. What I do observe is when I speak with an Amish woman, the nature of the conversation feels confidential. It is clear she is not the equal of the patriarch (or his sons / nephews &c) and this is reflected in how she speaks with other women. (executive summary) - the women in an Amish household are anything but liberated.

Amish men have the corner on mansplaining, by the way. Better stop here ....

 

[beans-on-toast]

I’ve bought Mennonite chicken at a farmer’s market where they sell their wares. Good skilled craftsmen.

There seems to be a host of Amish TV reality shows. As always, some things are staged. They depict some getting around their rules by going through the questionable bottom of their communities. The church leaders rely on enforcers to do their dirty work. People have to be kept in line. Kids are into alcohol, drugs, and crime. One show is entitled Amish Mafia.

As is often the case, outside influences corrupt seemingly utopian societies. Women have their place and serve the community. They are brought up that way. The pace of progress is slow. Any way of life comes with a price to pay. For some, it’s harder than others.

 

[GonePlaid]

As I get older, this is especially true:

 

[SoulReflection]

The older I get, the more truthful this becomes...

"I will not even try to make sense out of nonsense"...

 

[alaskaleftybass]

You GOF's inspired me to sing my own version of "Tenderness."

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Billy Brown decided it was time to buy a new house, so he decided to sell his old house and put the matter in a real estate agent's hands.

The agent wrote up a sales blurb for the house that made wonderful reading. After Bill read it, he turned to the agent and asked, "Does my house have everything your ad says it does?"

The agent said, "It certainly does. Why do you ask?"

Bill replied, "Cancel the sale. It's exactly what I'm looking for!"

 

[GwenOnBass]

I’ve bought Mennonite chicken at a farmer’s market where they sell their wares. Good skilled craftsmen.

There seems to be a host of Amish TV reality shows. As always, some things are staged. They depict some getting around their rules by going through the questionable bottom of their communities. The church leaders rely on enforcers to do their dirty work. People have to be kept in line. Kids are into alcohol, drugs, and crime. One show is entitled Amish Mafia.

As is often the case, outside influences corrupt seemingly utopian societies. Women have their place and serve the community. They are brought up that way. The pace of progress is slow. Any way of life comes with a price to pay. For some, it’s harder than others.

Much of the "dirt" gleaned about the Amish community comes from accounts of a reporter at the Philadelphia Inquirer. Which places us squarely in the tail of the most recent century, when newsrooms were well-staffed (and when the Inky was still a venerable publication). The Amish community was the reporter's beat and it was a full time job. He was near retirement when we met. I was on site, transferred from Milan. Philadelphia. Milan. Gonna give dibs to Milan, sorry.

Can't really speak to any Amish mafia. What is certain is many of the rules of the community are flexible, so to speak. Unless talking about the wimmenfolk, then it's a strict patriarchy. Emphasis on strict. Use your imagination.

None of which comes close to what I gleaned first-hand.

Saw a lot more Alfa-Romeos in Milan than in Philly.

 

[GwenOnBass]

As I get older, this is especially true:
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By chance I saw this in action on Saturday when a friend and I visited a nearby lemonade stand. Noticed something in my peripheral vision. Turn head to see a patron who went, perhaps, a lemonade too far. Took quite the spill, whacked his head hard. That's a cement floor down there under the linoleum, guy. It hurt to see!

 

[beans-on-toast]

Alfa-Romeo

I was 16 years old kid and a relative threw me the keys to his brand spanking new Alfa-Romeo and told me to take it for a spin. Being responsible, I smiled but declined.

He was a plumber. Two plumbers in the family and both did very well.

 

[GwenOnBass]

My observation is the Alfa (as with every British marque) introduced many to the discipline of patience - but only after every other possible approach fails. Some never attain patience nirvana through their jaunty jalopy.

 

[Passinwind]

My observation is the Alfa (as with every British marque) introduced many to the discipline of patience - but only after every other possible approach fails. Some never attain patience nirvana through their jaunty jalopy.

Those cars introduced many of us to the joys of hitchhiking too. All hail Lucas, Prince Of Darkness. Or in the case of Alfa, "Maybe Marelli."

 

[beans-on-toast]

A neighbour had a vintage Jag. It never went more than around the block. It was more about the ritual of putting on a monkey suit and getting out the tools.