John Watt
Member
The first thing I thought seeing these photos was,
they just look so familiar. You could be in Toronto or Niagara-on-the Lake.
And then I thought about some music that suits your mood here,
mellowing out with a young jazz band, a sunny day, a gentle crowd.
I have never been able to embed a video, but this say embed has been disabled by request.
This is Miles Davis last recording, with one of my favorite song starts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtw9hNbQGTE
If I was you, with that beautiful parkland property around your house,
I'd be thinking of having my own jazz festival, your own musical retreat.
It doesn't have to be big, maybe a nice picnic with a deck-wood stage.
I shouldn't have taken all the space putting up those lyrics,
when that was just a first shot at them.
Now I'm calling it "Missus Hippy Raver", and the first line is
"I'm still a cowboy jamming la Grange",
and instead of barbed wire crossing me, it's Lundy's fence.
It's getting better.
I'm building gigsters.ca as a new domain,
wanting to be more offline with it than online.
This Welland moment is brought to you by the only real snowstorm we've had,
a deep layer of soft, white fluffy snow drifting all over previously frozen bare ground.
Looking at it, I was thinking this is perfect for shoveling.
Everything was closed downtown, so I grabbed a loose shovel and went door to door.
At the end of the afternoon, I was walking down a street towards a really big house known for drugs.
An old, full size pickup was ramming against the snow plow pile across the driveway,
almost three feet high, trying to push it side to side.
As he stopped to let me walk by, I went over and said I'll shovel it for two dollars.
The obvious stoner behind the wheel said "Really?" and handed me a five dollar bill.
Men and women were watching from behind the main picture window,
and one of them came out with a shovel, saying he would help me, looking at his friend.
It wasn't an awkward moment, or an Aukland moment, but there we were, the three of us.
I said I'm going to fulfill my old man role and make you look like a young stud,
and shovel half as fast and half as much, and stop to take a lot of breaks,
even if I asked for a toonie and got a fiver out of him, getting paid already.
The other shoveler was smiling, nodding along, and his friend just looked at me,
a little disgusted.
I said a lefty's gotta do what only a lefty can do, so I started singing some Jimi.
Most pickups around here are cosmetic, huge tires, huge bumpers with chrome push-bars,
but only four or five foot boxes.
I said it's nice to see a pickup that can carry an eight foot sheet,
with a motor and brakes you can fix yourself, and that got us all bopping along.
they just look so familiar. You could be in Toronto or Niagara-on-the Lake.
And then I thought about some music that suits your mood here,
mellowing out with a young jazz band, a sunny day, a gentle crowd.
I have never been able to embed a video, but this say embed has been disabled by request.
This is Miles Davis last recording, with one of my favorite song starts.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qtw9hNbQGTE
If I was you, with that beautiful parkland property around your house,
I'd be thinking of having my own jazz festival, your own musical retreat.
It doesn't have to be big, maybe a nice picnic with a deck-wood stage.
I shouldn't have taken all the space putting up those lyrics,
when that was just a first shot at them.
Now I'm calling it "Missus Hippy Raver", and the first line is
"I'm still a cowboy jamming la Grange",
and instead of barbed wire crossing me, it's Lundy's fence.
It's getting better.
I'm building gigsters.ca as a new domain,
wanting to be more offline with it than online.
This Welland moment is brought to you by the only real snowstorm we've had,
a deep layer of soft, white fluffy snow drifting all over previously frozen bare ground.
Looking at it, I was thinking this is perfect for shoveling.
Everything was closed downtown, so I grabbed a loose shovel and went door to door.
At the end of the afternoon, I was walking down a street towards a really big house known for drugs.
An old, full size pickup was ramming against the snow plow pile across the driveway,
almost three feet high, trying to push it side to side.
As he stopped to let me walk by, I went over and said I'll shovel it for two dollars.
The obvious stoner behind the wheel said "Really?" and handed me a five dollar bill.
Men and women were watching from behind the main picture window,
and one of them came out with a shovel, saying he would help me, looking at his friend.
It wasn't an awkward moment, or an Aukland moment, but there we were, the three of us.
I said I'm going to fulfill my old man role and make you look like a young stud,
and shovel half as fast and half as much, and stop to take a lot of breaks,
even if I asked for a toonie and got a fiver out of him, getting paid already.
The other shoveler was smiling, nodding along, and his friend just looked at me,
a little disgusted.
I said a lefty's gotta do what only a lefty can do, so I started singing some Jimi.
Most pickups around here are cosmetic, huge tires, huge bumpers with chrome push-bars,
but only four or five foot boxes.
I said it's nice to see a pickup that can carry an eight foot sheet,
with a motor and brakes you can fix yourself, and that got us all bopping along.