Author: robertjames1971

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Duplexiversary

On this day in 2008, 16 years ago, Jen and I moved in together. We rented a duplex in Methuen that had three bedrooms. Well… one bedroom might have started it’s life as a big closet, but it was a bedroom in theory by the time we moved in.

I don’t have a lot of pictures of the building. Why? I have pictures of people hanging out in various rooms, but very few of the external. The only good one I could find is actually the back of the house. The left half of this building was our half.

Easter Dinner and Brunch 010
The kids were so little!!!!!

Note, the neighbors who lived in the right half of the duplex had access to that third floor, and rumor has it there was a hot tub up there. We didn’t have any access to the third floor at all. I think it was actually the attic. The other tenant also had a lot more basement space, but what we had was enough. I recorded a lot of RPM Challenge stuff in that tiny little basement space.

We moved in on April 19th. One month and one day later I proposed to Jen, right there in that tiny little back yard by that very gas grill.

Good times. Good times.

I Played Today

I played some guitar this morning before work. I have a nice, positive feeling of accomplishment. Granted what I needed to do was practice for this weekend’s band rehearsal but instead I recorded lead guitar parts for two songs. Quarantine Tunes Volume Seven is done with tracking. I have to mix the two songs I worked on today and then it is on to Volume Eight… which I already have one song that is a guitar solo away from being ready to mix.

I played through the direct output of two amps today. No noise. Headphones only. It is most definitely not as much fun as cranking out some actual sound and moving some air around, but it’s still always great to play. I used my ES-335, as you can see in the obligatory photo…

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Brain Drop

Daily writing prompt
Jot down the first thing that comes to your mind.
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The first thing that comes to my mind? What if it is completely uninteresting? Worse, what if nothing comes to mind? What if my brain is entirely empty? Oh no! That doesn’t leave us with much to discuss. This might be pretty weak as a writing prompt, eh?

Fortunately for me and my tiny old person brain, there was a thought that came to mind as I read the prompt. Unfortunately for you, my readers and only friends* it is nothing interesting. Just before I sat down at my desk and brought up wordpress.com, I had finished my daily exercise. 46 minutes of running (jogging, pronounced “yogging” with a soft J**) in place. The thought that was going through my head at that very moment was…

Holy crap my legs are dead. 46 minutes of jogging (yogging) in place is tough to pull off.

That is it. That was the first thing that came into my sad little brain. I wish it could have been something more interesting and exciting and intellectually stimulating but alas, no. My sincere apologies, friends.

*This is not a movie quote. It’s a paraphrase of a movie quote. A Clockwork Orange. In my teens and early 20’s it was a huge movie for me. When I was a little older I had a friend who had dealt with some bad things when she was young and it changed my perspective on the movie. It was triggering for her, though we didn’t use that term back then, and I saw it in a new light. Once I met Jen and Bellana I suddenly understood her problem with it and felt like even more of a fucking idiot for not having seen it before. The movie includes A LOT of violence against women and girls and now that I had a woman and a girl who were more important to me than anything else in the entire universe I understood that I could never watch that movie again. Now the movie is triggering for me too, in a different way but still pretty painful. Never again. Never ever. I still find myself quoting a few lines now and then because they are so completely burned into my brain, and the language created for the story is pretty unique and amazing. The treatment of the women in the story though… yikes. What the fuck was I thinking when I was a kid? How could I have been so blind and selfish? Never again.

**This is also a paraphrase of a movie quote. Anchorman. This one is something I can watch over and over again. Yeah there is a lot of misogyny in the story, but it literally exists to show how stupid men were toward women back in the 70’s. I mean, 60% of the time it’s accurate every time.

Dickey Betts

I was never an Allman Brothers fan. I went through an At Fillmore East phase the way most guitar players do. I was a huge fan of Duane Allman’s playing on Derek and the Dominoes Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs album and at some point I needed more and that brought me to At Fillmore East. Duane Allman’s playing is other worldly on that record. In between the stratospheric heroics there were the moments featuring the other guy. That other guy is Dickey Betts. When you step back and look at it closely, his playing is just as good as Allman’s. Maybe not equal (because that’s asking too much from a normal human), but close enough.

On top of being a fantastic lead player, he wrote some incredible songs. “In Memory of Elizabeth Reed” is pretty much perfect. I spent a lot of time in my youth sitting in front of my cassette player trying to figure out how to play that song. Just picking up what I could. It’s a twin lead guitar instrumental that to my ear is closer to Fusion than Southern Rock. I’d play along for a while, then stare at the speakers, slack jawed, when Duane’s solos came up, then I’d play along with Dickey’s solos.

Outside of that record though, I never really had much use for The Allman Brothers. Southern Rock as a genre has its moments but generally speaking it wasn’t for me. Respect where respect is due though. Dickey Betts as a song writer, guitarist, and singer is deserving of all of the respect.

He passed away this morning at age 80. Rest in Peace, Dickey Betts. Everyone go give At Fillmore East a spin in his memory.

End of the Work Day

It’s coming to the end of the work day. 25 minutes left before I can punch out for the day.

It’s feeling like a long week, though it’s been mostly quiet. It’s weird. It’s cold and rainy here today. I was hoping to be able to open the windows again, but no dice. The cats are clearly disappointed. The forecast for tomorrow is pretty crappy as well. Oh well.

There is a little bug in the office with me right now. Robin Sparkles the Cat is hunting it. It’s a little fascinating. I think the bug is just screwing with her. Could be.

If you haven’t guessed, I have nothing interesting to write about in this post. I just feel compelled to post something. Funny how that happens sometimes, right? No? Just me? Crud.

I want to go on a trip or something. Even if it’s just a day trip somewhere. New York is calling me in a big way. I think… maybe. It might actually be my cameras that are calling me while pretending that they are New York. They are manipulative little bastards sometimes.

I’m streaming the Apple Podcast app from my MacBook Pro to a HomePod on my desk and it just stopped playing. What’s up with that? There was only 30 seconds left in the episode I was listening to. I skipped to the next entry in the queue and it’s fine now. Weird.

I have a toothache. Tylenol is handling it, but I have a toothache.

Crud.

Okay. Clicking publish now. Future generations will look at this post and marvel at the pointlessness of it all. I think they’ll marvel at the pointlessness of the entire blog, but what can you do, right?

Publish.

Lunch Break

I wandered around while my lunch was cooking and I took a bunch of pics with my phone. Why? I don’t know. I just felt like it.

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Bertie Botts has a new leaf opening up.
Robin Sparkles
Lily Pad… a little blurry. Sorry.
Just look at that face!
Look at that face!!!
Cardinals are probably my favorite bird, even though I am not from St Louis.
Please stop nibbling on the plants, cats.

I Just Sat On a Cat

The title of the post. That’s the post. I just sat on a cat.

I got out of the shower (sorry to put that image in your poor innocent heads, really… honestly… gross… sorry) and went to the bedroom to get dressed. Robin the cat followed me and jumped up on my dresser to get some attention. I gave her a little attention, then sat on the bed to put my socks on…

…and I sat on Lily. I didn’t see her there. She did the thing she sometimes does where she burrowed under the blanket. I hadn’t made the bed yet so the blanket was all lumped up so I didn’t see that there was someone underneath and I sat on the cat.

She’s fine. I apologized a lot…

…but I sat on a cat.

Ouch town, population you, Miss Lily. I’m really sorry.

Nothing

Daily writing prompt
Describe a random encounter with a stranger that stuck out positively to you.
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Yeah, I gots nuttin’ for this one.

Ah, lemme think on this a little… I’m sure I can come up with something stupid to add to the discussion… When we were wrapping up the planning stage of the great kitchen remodel project we were in Home Depot and had to ask a staff member for help with something. He was unable to answer our question but, positively speaking, none of us caught COVID-19. That counts, right?

One more shining example for you. I was in the check out line at the grocery store, Market Basket in Salem, NH, the same branch my brilliant kids worked at when they were in high school, and the kid ringing up my stuff said she liked my jacket. That was positive, wasn’t it? Even better, the jacket was a xmas gift my wife had given me so I got to go home and tell her about it so that she would know that some kid at the store admired her taste in jacket purchases. Call that bonus positivity!

I think that’s going to have to do it for today’s question. I generally don’t talk to strangers. Yeah, it’s an introvert thing but it’s also a lesson my parents taught me when I was really little and I learned it super well.

Happy Thursday, my positive readers and only friends.

I Forgot!

There’s a new episode of Star Wars: The Bad Batch today and I haven’t watched it yet! I forgot! What’s wrong with me? I am going to have to turn in my Star Wars Uber Nerd membership card after a failure like this.

While doing my faux jogging thing this morning I watched an episode of The X-Files instead of watching The Bad Batch. I am so sorry, oh my Star Wars overlord and master. I have let you down.

I am going to watch it now though. I just cut a sliver of sugar free chocolate cake to eat while I watch. We should all watch it together. I’d set up a watch party but that would take too long. Instead, everyone just go to Disney+ right now. Bring up season three episode 13 and hit play on the count of three.

Ready?

1…

2…

Five! (Three, sir) THREE!