Cartographer Joke for the win!

In OOTS no less.

Hack Job

At the risk of upsetting Western Dave’s artistic integrity, not to mention sensibilities, I’m posting my photo-shop hack job of Ally in Utah. I’ve been attempting this type of work for years now, and still have troubles. No practice, same problem as with music. But I thought I did a good enough job to use it for a graphic to go with Ally’s music on my iTunes. And thought it would be a good opportunity to highlight a good work that Western Dave did at our nephew’s wedding in Drapper Utah.

M. Ward

Enjoying some M. Ward courtsey of Western Dave, as usual with a new musical find. I don’t have good coherent thoughts yet, but sorta jazzy, mellow. I think work Adam would like it.

Also testing a new Android app to post. wpToGo. Seems nice so far…

…wpToGo is good for a quick post, but it’s too hard to do anything interesting on the tiny screen and keyboard. Couldn’t contemplate the pain of finding a good page for M. Ward and copy and pasting the text, then figuring out how to do links in wpToGo interface. Maybe next time. When I’m not sitting infront of Bootstrap.

update: moments later

fixed a typo, linked M. Ward, expansion on wpToGo.

End of an Era

I’m sad to report that I have given in and now have a G1 android phone, which I posted this blog from.

My Musical Debut

I played Old Black Bartleby for open mic night at the Green Bean in Greenwood. Ally played Jolene and we both sang. We needed a bit more practice, I was extremely hot and extremely nervous. There were like 4 people watching, and they were very supportive. We performed “Little Boxes”. I’d give the experience a 4 out of 10 for fun.

Meet the latest in our Guitar Family

Close Up of Bartleby

Originally uploaded by pablomagnifico

Check out Old Black Bartleby. Or Bart for short. He is the latest member of our family. I got him for a very good price at the Trading Musician today. I’ve been wanting an acoustic bass guitar for a while so, when I saw what a good price he was I just couldn’t resist.

It’s an Ibanez acoutic electric bass guitar. I haven’t looked up the details yet. He has been repaired for a badly cracked head stock, and a pick guard glued on with an Epiphone logo on it. I hate to think what might be under that. So I had to cover up the Epiphone logo with a Skullcandy sticker I had laying around.

All and all, I’m pretty pleased.

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Here are the details.

Quote of the day

“But I would like to address your general attitude of hopeless negativism. Consider the lilies of the goddamn field…” Ulysses Everett McGill

Brought to my attention by Language Log, but a fitting sentiment for these troubled times.

Quick Howdy

Hey, mumbojumbo is now on wordpress.com. Version 3.0 will hopefully offer better spam filtering and therefore a higher completion rate for legitimate comment approvals. That means you bitterkat.

RIP Phil McCombs

The time I was closest to my brother Phil was when he was home from grad school looking for work, I was not old enough to drive yet, and he would hang out with me and sister Kriste. We would watch TV, Pee Wee’s Playhouse and Days of Our Lives were some of our Favorites. We would go bargain shopping at the Nordstrom Rack, and no one could get a better bargain than Phil.

It’s a Psychobilly Freakout, that’s what it is!

Ally & I went to see the Reverend Horton Heat last night. The Rev as usual put on a excellent show. He played the two songs I was particularly hoping for, 400 Bucks and Psychobilly Freakout.

It was the first time Ally had been to see a rock show in a club (The Showbox Sodo), and it was an eye opening and hearing damaging experience for her. The Reverend is a class act all the way and an amazing guitar player.

Some highlights of the show were the crowd participation on 400 Bucks and the Jimbo Song; Allyson picking a fight with a drunken fuck-nut; and a series of covers by the Rev staring with Green Sleeves and working up through Folsom Prison Blues, King of the Road, and other songs to end with In Bloom by Nirvana. Oh and lest I forget, a Kelly Clarkson slam.

Nashville Pussy, and the Super Suckers opened. There were lots of Super Suckers fans, as they are a local band, and their final song Born with a Tail (really the only Super Suckers song I know) was sung by the entire crowd, for a rocking good time.

Nashville Pussy will not be finding it’s way onto my iPod, but they were alright for a southern-fried metal band.

Overall I had a great time, and reccomend any fan of Rock, Rockabilly, or wicked mad guitar skills go see the Reverend Horton Heat when you get the chance.