Can’t get any work done in shop with music like this.
Hey! That base player is faking it and not playing. Always wanted to make up a base like that and see if I could play it.
Started out sounding like some sophisticated “drawing-room” music, but then they got with it. The lead guitar player must be know as “fast fingers” The 2nd guitar player is pretty quick too.
It’s just starting here. I hate to see the trees all bare naked but for a couple of weeks in October the leaves will blanket the ground and when the sun is on them very few things could be more spectacular here in our little woods.
I liked this little ditty so much, i wanted to archive the link here.
Original post by Wallace in the alternative septic thread:
I don’t know if this is appropriate for this topic
I don’t think that tractor missed a beat. I played the accordian from age 7 until 13. Old ladies liked it but not the chicks. I switched to guitar.
This song reminds me of Senor Wayne driving around his pasture tending Cows. You have to substitute Alabam for Rio Grande and Wood Gas Dodge for Ford V-8 and it’s tailor made.
Hey JO. I was thinking about your sub-zero report the other day. It was 50 here yesterday and today. Dropping back to the high 20’s F again but this song is for you, not me.
Haha! Thank you, Tom.
After burning 150 pounds of wood daily, yesterday temps suddenly climbed to just a few degrees below freezing. Instead more snow started to fall. I’d really like thaw for a few days - to get a sturdy crust - not rake gravel onto the lawn. Lucky to always have something to complain about.
Mr. Wayne, I didn’t notice any old man,…
Thanks for the company!
Takes me back to my childhood days. Thanks for sharing.
The time to which I look forward
Tom, (I know I shouldn’t write sir), soon, when I “came” to this forum, I realized that we are similar in nature. Thanks for the song.
And then one with some wood splitting in it:
I signed myself up at our local Grange meeting Hall to be on the making wood for the furnace crew to keep-on getting with it. Fighting back against going winter weak and bland white.
Damn, little, to nearing none hair on the roof-top now . . . but aways working against my family genes to be able to still be putting my own socks on, and wiping my own ass.
Too of the major challenges for me as well SteveU. However the greatest challenge is cutting my damned toenails. Admittedly it may be a job better suited to a farrier. Good thing I’m not taller.