I'm sure that their is plenty of moonshine and "hillbilly heroin" around.You still have "Dry counties" in the USA? :***:
(I find it ironic that there is a :***: smiley but you cannot type the acronym in a thread without it getting censored!)
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I'm sure that their is plenty of moonshine and "hillbilly heroin" around.You still have "Dry counties" in the USA? :***:
(I find it ironic that there is a :***: smiley but you cannot type the acronym in a thread without it getting censored!)
I moved here from 45 years in Seattle and LOVE it. I feel like I moved to Mayberry - still after living here three years.WOW, RR mailing addresses and the mailman is also the police chief, captain of the volunteer fire dept, and your local plumber.
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I vaguely remember when some parts of Florida were like that.
Small, close knit communities are a bygone era down here.
Yeah, you sound like me when I first moved here. I went to the local wal-mart and after a few minutes of searching, asked an employee, "Where are you hiding your beer around here?"You still have "Dry counties" in the USA? :***:
I'm cutting that part out because you reflect my sentiments exactly. The whole concept of a "priority" band makes no sense.The thing about saying one band is the "priority" is what that actually means when the rubber hits the road. Does it mean the "priority" band can reserve you on a night that they don't actually have a gig booked? Does it mean that you'll back out of a gig you committed to because the "priority" band got a gig after the fact? I don't consider either of those acceptable.
I bet you do.I moved here from 45 years in Seattle and LOVE it. I feel like I moved to Mayberry - still after living here three years.
We had some stray cattle on our place for a couple of weeks and figured it was our neighbor's cattle. Well, our fences are not secure and eventually they strayed into our other neighbor's soy field and next thing you know the Sheriff's deputy is at our house. Turns out some cattle were stolen in a nearby town and they thought these might be the ones. Anyway, the deputy (about 25 years old) talks to my wife for a while, goes back down our 1/4 mile driveway into the valley to wait for the owner and gets bored so comes back up the hill and talks to my wife for an hour. Turns out his mom worked with my wife at Campbellsville University. And he wants to get together with us.
We love it here.
Actually, I take it more seriously than they do. Or, to be more precise, take high quality more seriously than they do. And they are in it for kicks as well. One of the problems the old guitar player had was that they didn't care how little money we make.You need to get out of the adult band, for their own good. Regardless of what you think of them (and esp. the BL), you don't take it seriously, whereas it sounds like he does. It's clear in these six pages that your focus is your imaginary friend, your wife, and possibly the partridge family band. It doesn't matter if the keyboardist in the adult band has issues or if that band ultimately implodes or not. You're not doing them any favours by playing with them "for kicks". They need someone willing to make a serious commitment, and that ain't you.
That comment needs a bit of clarification. Where did I mention an imaginary friend?...your focus is your imaginary friend, your wife, and possibly the partridge family band.
I wonder if Boyd Crowder or Dickie Bennett had anything to do with it.I moved here from 45 years in Seattle and LOVE it. I feel like I moved to Mayberry - still after living here three years.
We had some stray cattle on our place for a couple of weeks and figured it was our neighbor's cattle. Well, our fences are not secure and eventually they strayed into our other neighbor's soy field and next thing you know the Sheriff's deputy is at our house. Turns out some cattle were stolen in a nearby town and they thought these might be the ones. Anyway, the deputy (about 25 years old) talks to my wife for a while, goes back down our 1/4 mile driveway into the valley to wait for the owner and gets bored so comes back up the hill and talks to my wife for an hour. Turns out his mom worked with my wife at Campbellsville University. And he wants to get together with us.
We love it here.
BTW, here's the place we picked up in two separate purchases, about two years apart: http://s409.photobucket.com/user/robbbb4/slideshow/Kentucky homeI bet you do.
God how I long for those days.
Now down here there are not too many places that are solid enough to walk on that does not have crap built on it.
I digress.
I now have a better understanding of your situation.
Naw. I like both bands and enjoy the people in them. There is just this one thing (the mention of the ability to only play the piano in C was just my pointing out that there is a skill gap). Everyone in this band takes it seriously, but does it for kicks. Money and "kicks" are the two major reasons for being in a band. And nobody is in this band for anything beyond gas and snack money.You take it seriously, but you do it for kicks. You seem complimentary of the family band, but contemptuous of the adult band. My advice still stands - leave the adult band for their own good.
Yeah, this area is hugely baptist. We go to a baptist church. Whenever someone condescendingly mentions anyone drinking being a sinner, I ask them, "Oh, are you mormon or muslim?" It always starts a lively conversation.I was stuck in Texarkana for a week in the early 90s. Like it's name suggests it sits on the Texas-Arkansas state line. One side of state line road was dry, the other was not. Guess which side took more of my money.
The county next to mine is wet. They are much richer because of this. The schools are a completely different type of facility than the ones in my county.I was stuck in Texarkana for a week in the early 90s. Like it's name suggests it sits on the Texas-Arkansas state line. One side of state line road was dry, the other was not. Guess which side took more of my money.
BTW, here's the place we picked up in two separate purchases, about two years apart: http://s409.photobucket.com/user/robbbb4/slideshow/Kentucky home
I THINK you will find THAT poster to be an atheist.That comment needs a bit of clarification. Where did I mention an imaginary friend?