I spent most of my early teens playing in cover rock bands ... bars, clubs, William & Mary College basement parties and biker-guarded open fields out in da redneck boonies. How did we usually always end the nights- playin’ Skynard’s ‘Sweet Home Alabama’ with everyone going Nutz to the very last snare hit. I’m looking foward to seeing the new biopic on Skynard called STREET SURVIVORS now on AMAZON PRIME for rental streaming. Sorry, but not sure there’s anything much better in the music world atmosphere than good ole Southern Rock. And, some loud ass Lynyrd Skynard. Bye. #ripRONNIE
Wednesday, September 30, 2020
Tuesday, September 29, 2020
Monday, September 28, 2020
Sunday, September 27, 2020
Saturday, September 26, 2020
Friday, September 25, 2020
Thursday, September 24, 2020
Texas & Oklahoma City: research + on-location shoot
Such a beautiful quaint town, Oklahoma City...yet so much homeless poverty roaming everywhere there, much like Seattle's undomiciled. It's sad to witness. Oklahoma City is, to me, the Vermont of the Great Plains, yet so very different than its hulking 2nd Amendment neighbor big ole Texas- our Beef Jerky central. I love you both- BAM!
Wednesday, September 23, 2020
Tuesday, September 22, 2020
Sunday, September 20, 2020
Saturday, September 19, 2020
Human Anthropology 101: Pandemia Internacionale
"And in the end, it’s not the years in your life that count. It's the life in your years." President Abraham Lincoln
"I'm a commercial filmmaker." Steve K. Bannon
Friday, September 18, 2020
RIP-RGB
Listening to Queensryche's epic 'OPERATION MINDCRIME' album, editing and coping with the fact that with the death of this Supreme Court Justice, anything goes. The silent majority are no longer silent and the polarizing state of US affairs has become louder than hell. And, hotter too. bye. p.s. Waiting for the 'October surprise' now, anyone? I sure ain't.
Thursday, September 17, 2020
Happy Bday, Hank Williams!
Cold, Cold Heart ---by Hank Williams
Yet you're afraid each thing I do is just some evil scheme
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do
In anger, unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love, yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life, to try it just ain't smart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
A memory from your lonesome past keeps us so far apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
Another love before my time made your heart sad and blue
And so my heart is paying now for things I didn't do
In anger, unkind words are said that make the teardrops start
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
You'll never know how much it hurts to see you sit and cry
You know you need and want my love, yet you're afraid to try
Why do you run and hide from life, to try it just ain't smart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
There was a time when I believed that you belonged to me
But now I know your heart is shackled to a memory
The more I learn to care for you, the more we drift apart
Why can't I free your doubtful mind and melt your cold, cold heart?
Monday, September 14, 2020
Friday, September 11, 2020
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