Dum-de-Dum
For someone who said he wasn't going to post for a while, this is getting ridiculous. First, a little explanation, the cotton country on this farm is split into two separate developments of about 1250 acres each. I finished planting one half this morning and was going to spray a couple of paddocks in the new development tonight prior to commencing planting again tomorrow, but it looks like there might be a little bit of rain so we've put that on hold for a night. In the meantime, we are still irrigating the first half and I volunteered to give the boss the night off and run the water. There won't be much to do but check everything every couple of hours until about three a.m., when all the syphons will need changing. To stay awake between checks (I've only had five hours sleep in three days) I'll be doing this shit.
Don't know what I'm going to be writing about, but I'll think of something. I also apologise to all those people with whom I should be catching up with in this bonus free time, but you'll get over it.
In the meantime, Primus.
Somewhere recently I've heard or read something that's put this band in my head, for the life of me I can't remember what it was. It doesn't matter anyway. What it made me think of was bass players. You never hear of 'bass Gods' the way you do 'guitar heroes' and yet most bands would suck without a decent rhythm section. Adam Claypool gave Primus their personality with his loose string 'slap bass' style. John Entwhistle (the greatest bass player ever) contributed more to the sound of The Who than Daltrey. Angus Young is a flashy (and slightly over-rated) guitarist and destroyer of the English language, but it was his brother Malcolm on rhythm guitar who was the engine driving the Acca Dacca sound back when they were worth listening to. Yet all these people go largely unrecognized, with the exception of Claypool I guess. Incidentally, have either of my readers heard anything of Oysterhead, the 'other' Claypool band. I heard a single called Mr. Oysterhead(?) a year or two ago and really liked it, but haven't heard anything else from them. Any good?
And in unrelated news;
The other day upon the stair
I saw a man who wasn't there,
He wasn't there again today,
I think he must have gone away.
That little poem has been recited by me at least many times in the last couple of nights. I'm not sure who wrote it; Ogden Nash I think, although it could have been Spike Milligan. Maybe by committing it to screen I will expurgate it from my consciousness and get back to making up new lyrics for Village People songs.
2 Comments:
Adie,
You do realise that if that poem stays in my head I'm going to have to hunt you down and kill you, or burn your letterbox, or something sinister involving goats.
My dearest Adie,
Whilst chocolate did not figure heavily in my thoughts, I wouldn't rule it out.
There is nothing wrong with rabbits that Colonel Sanders can't fix, but goats are bigger.
And have horns.
They smell bad, too. All in all, much more suitable for sinister usage.
And there's at least a shitload of them running around this area.
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