Do you know what it’s like to own a 2002 Harley-Davidson® Softail exhaust system?
Well I do, and it’s hard to stifle my ebullience.
Warning: While out shopping around garage sales, looking for books, old instruments, or almost anything but a Harley exhaust system, do not look over to the right at a large (almost sculpture like — I swear) chrome item priced at two hundred dollars and say “that’d look great on a wall too bad I don’t have two hundred dollars”. Before you know it you will be loading a very large piece of chrome into your car.
The good thing is the guy gave it to me, it’s brand spanking new, and very clean.
The bad thing is I meant someone else’s wall, not my wall.
I’ll tell you some other time about the old toy cast iron car, worth four to five hundred dollars, I purchased for three bucks. Opps.
This is a cornucopia. The habitués will recognize this as typical for Sunday night, or early Monday morning as the case may be.
New Blogs I’m reading and enjoying immensely:
Individual at Home: “A house gecko who lives, works and spends most of his times at his home in the small country side village named Kfar-Netter — right at the heart of the holiest of all lands, also known as Canaan (Canaanite כנען, Hebrew כנען) Zion, Israel and Palestine.” His words not mine.
A Few Good Pens: A southern-transplanted upstate New Yorker with an IT career, but with writing, photography, literature, history, philosophy, and politics running through his head, so is pursuing a degree in historical studies.
Here is where I become unmindful. At this time any hint of appositeness heads south. I am thinking of several things at one time. First I must get to Doug’s before Monday. I always go there Sunday night. He posts only once on the weekend and I always visit late Sunday night his time, around two in the morning here. I am always last because I can’t be first, so it”s the next best thing. I have less than an hour.
I am wishing everyone a happy first day of Autumn — I should look for a song about Autumn. I don’t want Barry frickin Manilow either.
I come upon Autumn Almanac by the Kinks. It’s about Autumn, but I don’t like it. I love the Kinks, so I scroll through a few versions of Lola, the best song in the whole damn world, one of the top thousand for sure. I end up at The Troggs singing a song which was banned somewhere or another for an ending which sounded like a climax. How do I know this? Well, after ending up at the song, a song I ended up at because somehow The Troggs are akin to The Kinks who had a song about my original request — Autumn, I unmindfully look them up. After a quick listen to Wild Thing — can’t stop at The Troggs without at least giving a few seconds for the intro to Wild Thing ( you can but it would seem wrong somehow) it was back to The Kinks.
This is how you end up with this unmindful blogger’s second and third favorite Kinks songs, neither having anything to do with Autumn.
The Indian Summer, the dead Summer’s soul.
– Mary Clemmer, Presence
Yer a biker chick?? ho boy. …
Hey, those are my second and third favorite Kinks songs, too. So, you know, when I posted yesterday I had the thought “I wish I’d known the real name when I started this character. That’s a perfect name for the assassin.”
Oh, man. You broke my heart. I am one of the big Kinks fans of all time (that band changed my whole way of looking at music) and I love Autumn Almanac. It’s such a sad, thoughtful little song. Please go listen again.
My favorite Autumn song of all time is the Joni Mitchell song Urge For Going, as recorded by Tom Rush.
Happy Autumn.
I doubt some guy would give me anything at a garage sale for free, but my smile is not so captivating.
Unmindfully blogging? Mindfully unmindful in your case. If all the unmindfull did it your way we’d be better off.
I know what you mean. Since arriving here I’ve managed to get quite a Kinks concer. Love the old videos, but haven’t managed to inadvertently come across the Troggs.
Happy Autumn to you too. As much as you favor satire I’m not surprised A Well Respected Man” is one of your favorites.
I can see a shiny new chrome Harley exhaust on a wall, not your wall, but I can see where it would work.
I love going to the thrift shop here, I have gotten most of my furniture there. Yea, I’m poor. The garage sales suck here.
I guess a shiny new Chrome Harley exhaust is the exhaust to the bike – which is the perfect intro to The Kinks and The Troggs
happy Autumn
SK: Not a biker chick, which is why I have no use for the thing.
Doug: You think? Bang Bang I Shot You Down…Bang Bang You Hit the Ground…what song is that anyway? I think it was way after the ancients…
ID: I’m sorry I’ll try to listen to it one more time, and see what happens.
I will check out the songs you mentioned dead.
Jacob: It’s very easy to get distracted isn’t it? Too easy.
G: I could see it too, just not on my wall. Someone is buying it from me anyway.
Pia: A toast to the start of a new season.
Do you know what it’s like to own a 2002 Harley-Davidson® Softail exhaust system? No, but off all the people I know who do not own a motorcycle, you are the most likely to consider it a wall piece.
Gave me a nice lunch break Kinks concert. Once you hit Kinks at You Tube you have to look at them all.
Happy third day of Autumn.
So the Kinks and the Troggs are featured LP style whenever we go to my VBF’s house. Not just once in a while. Every time. Her husband is their biggest fan. Um…except for you. And he doesn’t even have a chrome motorcycle thingy on his wall.
Gee Cooper, we (that’s my toddler Carmel, wife and I) just came back from 3 days off at the northern part of the country (that would be the holy one of course) and if it wasn’t for the extremely extreme hit wave everything would have been cool and fun (this way it was only fun).
Anyway, we came back just a few hours ago and as your blog was one of my first online stops (yes yes, imagine that) I couldn’t have missed that surprise from my favorite blogger poet. “enjoying immensely”…??? mmm… run a double check with your dictionary, pal. Make sure you are not misinterpreting anything (that’s Cooper’s blog… my dictionary is used for extra hours here anyway). Well, tfd.com says immensely means:
1. Extremely large; huge.
2. Of boundless or immeasurable size or extent. See Synonyms at enormous.
3. Informal Surpassingly good; excellent.
Say, when a certain word has 3 different suggested meanings, does this mean one can choose the one he likes best? I think I take “Informal Surpassingly good; excellent”. yes. I’ll use this one.
You know some how I missed all these comments over the last few days. I will lay the blame on the late comers.
John: You know the kind of things I had on my wall six years ago are the same type of things which remain on my walls to this day.
Kelly: I am a transient fan of things I come across from the past. I blame my father.
Gil: You may choose your definition of course. I’m glad you had fun, and the birthday for the wife yet, even if it wasn’t “cool” fun. Welcome back.