So the little ProtoRockers are sent to “Band Camp” and the kids get bored with the necessary repetition. So what’s next? Teach Pentatonics? Arpeggios? Etudes? NO!
Let’s Make Posters!
I really want to hear what these kids can put out. Honest.
If it’s for fun, let it ride.
On the other hand, if someone is telling these children that they will be wealthy and famous someday by merely jamming C, F and G, then I’m against it.
[Images w/ more info found here.]
Yea, I heard what ye whar sayin’:
“Ignore him. He’s just a tropical depression.”
“He’s now a tropical storm, and his name is (get this) ‘Harvey.’ Hahahaha!”
“Oooh, Harvey! You’re only a Category 1, Harvey. Piss off or grow a pair.”
“Harvey? Isn’t that the name of an imaginary rabbit? Heh.”
I heard all yer banter, so I ramped it up a notch for fun, then decided to settle down an’ drop another several billion gallons of that wet stuff on ye. Ye still wish to mock me moniker?
But I warned you! I warned you, but did you listen to me? Oh no, you knew it all, didn’t you? Oh, it’s just a harmless little bunny, isn’t it? Well, it’s always the same. I always told them, but do they listen to me? Oooh, no…
Ye just mock me name an’ think it’s over. Now this lil’ bunny’s gonna drop another 20 inches on yer fuzzy heads, maybe another 20 after that if you don’t shape up.
Hurricane Tropical Storm Tropical Depression Storm System Thunderhead Harvey
[Image found here, and in no way is my intent to make fun of the tragedy. God Bless the people of Texas. The reconstruction is going to take years, if not decades.]
[Image found here.]
Quint was referring to the tragedy of the USS Indianapolis, torpedoed in 1945:
Woody James was 23 at the time of the attack and lived to tell about it. His story of horror is very understated:
“Sunday, the 29th of July was a quiet day. The sea was runnin five or six feet waves, just a beautiful day out. Didn’t do too much, read a book, did a little tinkerin as usual. Had the 8:00 to 12:00 watch and just got off at midnight. A guy relieved me about a quarter to twelve. I went down through the galley and had a cup of coffee. Then went to my compartment and got a blanket off my bed and went back up on deck. I slept under the overhang on the first turret. My battle station was inside it so in case general quarters sounded, I slept underneath it. Just got laid down good, using my shoes for a pillow as usual and the first torpedo hit. I was up and down between the deck and the overhang of the turret like Yankee Doodle Dandy. And, I wondered, ‘what in the hell is goin on?’
I got out of my blanket and started to roll out from underneath the turret and the other torpedo hit. Another Yankee Doodle deal, all over the place. I started to walk forward to see what I could see and what I seen was about sixty-foot of the bow chopped off, completely gone. Within a minute and a half, maybe two minutes at the most the bow is startin to do down. It filled up with water that fast. Everything was open below deck and the water just flooded in and we were still under way, just scoopin water. Complete chaos, total and complete chaos all over the whole ship. Screams like you couldn’t believe and nobody knew what was goin on. The word got passed down, “ABANDON SHIP”! It was maybe five minutes and we were really down in the water so we proceeded to abandon ship.”
Survivor Woody James described his ordeal here. It’s even scarier than Quint’s monologue.
In case you’re living in a closet, there’s some nasty weather going on down south with a killer hurricane underway.
On the other hand, this blues jam was an original.
So what’s next? Maybe a Rainy Night In Georgia.
To my friends down in Texas and Louisiana, keep safe.
I’ve never seen a scarier omen.
Think about it. If you started from the beginning and viewed one post every second, it would take you 1 hour 6 minutes and 40 seconds to get through it all, but if you’re a stoner, you might be occupied for days. Be careful out there.