White Knuckle Ride

Jamiroquai – White Knuckle Ride

Tomorrow we are expecting snow, sleet, freezing rain, back to snow, etc. It isn’t supposed to start until noon or later so I am planning to be up early so I can drive my daughter back to college. If we leave early enough I should be able to just make it up and back before it starts.

My current car is an automatic and I always feel like I’m not as sure-footed (-wheeled) when driving in the the snow because I can’t really downshift. I know I can put it down to 3, 2, and low, but the car doesn’t like it when I do that.

Anyway, wish me luck tomorrow that it doesn’t become a white knuckle ride!

Storms

Louise Burns – Storms

Just as I was getting dinner started tonight there was a huge, house-rattling boom. They’ve been doing road work around our neighborhood and at first I thought it was one of the giant diggers but then I realized it was thunder. A few minutes later some lightning and another loud boom. Surprising for November 27.

Time to Get Ready

The Bats – Time to Get Ready

I’ve been using my daughter’s room as a staging area while trying to finish getting some other rooms cleaned up and rearranged. With Thanksgiving fast approaching, I am now having to move the stuff I was stashing there, which means I have to get those other rooms ready first. Of course none of this would be necessary if I could tackle these projects in small increments.

I always have good intentions to sort through things and get rid of stuff we don’t need or use anymore. What usually happens is someone or something interrupts me when I’m just getting started and I’m in that stage where it looks worse instead of better. Invariably I don’t get to finish it but I need to reclaim the space so I put stuff back where it had been, probably in a different order but, there’s still too much stuff. Clothes my kids have outgrown, toys, old school projects, protest signs, but mostly books. Oh, so many books.

I’m never going to be a Marie Kondo type, too many things spark joy. And the things that don’t are probably things I still have because I need to keep them. I know the wisdom of taking a stack or working on a corner at a time but that isn’t very satisfying. If only we had some closets!

Jikaku

Teke::Teke – Jikaku

As I mentioned the other day, I follow a bunch of Instagram accounts that post pictures from concerts. It began as a way to compensate for my shitty phone pics. After I’d get home from a show, I would look on Instagram for pictures other people had taken using the location or a hashtag. If I liked the picture, or maybe the caption they wrote made them sound like someone with similar interests, I’d scope out their account. If there was enough overlap, I’d follow them.

Between the concert photos and the vinyl collection people, that now makes up a significant portion of my feed. Last year there was a guy beside me with a serious camera at the Public Service Broadcasting show. I started following him so I could find out if he ever uploaded those pics from his camera. This guy goes to a lot of shows, and a lot of them are a complete mystery to me. More often than not, I will have zero clue about the bands he posts pictures of, and usually they are stills so I’m not any closer to knowning what they sound like.

He’s currently attending some conference or music festival up in Montreal. He posted pictures of the band Teke::Teke, and one video clip. I usually have the volume on mute but the video started playing silently and I could see they had a trombone and a flute. I wondered what they sounded like so I turned up the volume to discover they were singing in Japanese. On their Instagram bio they bill themselves as a Montreal-based, Japanese psychedelic-post-eleki band. I have no idea what eleki is, let alone psychedelic-post-eleki, but I was pretty curious to hear more. I mean how often do you see a French-Canadian band, and then to find one that’s not singing in French or English but Japanese? That alone makes it worth checking out.

Loudmouth

Ramones – Loudmouth

Is anyone surprised by Rump talking so loudly on the phone that it was easy for others to hear their conversation.

I have an idea, let’s indict Bibi and Trump and let them share a jail cell together. The thought of the pair of them rotting away in prison would just be a perfect ending.