"Making Rainbows HD" is the MP3 version of the "Making Rainbows HD" video and you can find all of the current tracks on the Ride the Dragon podcast.
The song doesn't even go four minutes which is very short for me but it leaves me feeling like I want to play it again and I like that.
The CD got lost in everything that's been happening but it's not gone and this one needs to be on it. There's no change on the plan as there's a request for a plastic CD because Sister Julie loves her BMW and, well, I guess she would, wouldn't she. From what I'm told the balance for the driver in a BMW is one of the best and it centers you like a go-kart.
I would still be dangerous in cars but the reflexes wouldn't support that kind of stuff so it's best I don't have a hotrod. I really don't particularly miss that stuff but I do see the joy in Sister Julie's BMW and I will get that plastic CD to her.
There are ten or fifteen blank CDs remaining and I hate to outright waste them. When they're already burned then chucking them is a musical statement but chucking ones which have not been burned is just stupidly wasteful.
So, if anyone else, with or without a BMW, would like one, drop a comment and I'll send it. I'm not sure when I will start burning them as I didn't think anything else would be going on it and, what do you know, here's something now.
Putting up a tipjar seems the best answer to me. People know I don't want or expect to be paid for reviews I write as that would just screw things right up ... so I worry too much and they won't do this and I know that because I wouldn't write a review again for anyone who did. Ha! So putting up a tipjar seems like the thing to do. (Maybe you don't want me to write one as how many times do you need a review from me. In that case, feel free to insult me with a lavish tip and I'm sure my artistic ego will survive.)
That may seem a major hoax when you can see a rack full of lasers in the video. If you're hungry, sell a fookin' laser. You may need a refresher course on musicians, tho, as that will never happen. Ophir got the most killin' keyboard he could find and there was no ostentation as he was brilliant and university music trained. I went to see him a little while after that and he was famished. I took him up to McDonald's and got a bag of hamburgers and we went back to the Klemmer Mansion for a burger banquet. For real, on those damn McDonald's cheeseburgers.
There are some beauty moments in your life and that one is supreme as the happiness in this simple thing is damn special to me. Happiness is the absence of things that suck and suddenly a bag of cheeseburgers makes all the suck go away. That was pretty damn swell.
So I ain't sellin' the fookin' lasers and for two reasons: the first is what you saw above and the second is they're not mine. The only things I really own here are the laptop and the Galaxy Guitar plus a few stompboxes.
Yah, I'll put it back up again ... but not right now. The balance seems right but there's no rush.
The song doesn't even go four minutes which is very short for me but it leaves me feeling like I want to play it again and I like that.
The CD got lost in everything that's been happening but it's not gone and this one needs to be on it. There's no change on the plan as there's a request for a plastic CD because Sister Julie loves her BMW and, well, I guess she would, wouldn't she. From what I'm told the balance for the driver in a BMW is one of the best and it centers you like a go-kart.
I would still be dangerous in cars but the reflexes wouldn't support that kind of stuff so it's best I don't have a hotrod. I really don't particularly miss that stuff but I do see the joy in Sister Julie's BMW and I will get that plastic CD to her.
There are ten or fifteen blank CDs remaining and I hate to outright waste them. When they're already burned then chucking them is a musical statement but chucking ones which have not been burned is just stupidly wasteful.
So, if anyone else, with or without a BMW, would like one, drop a comment and I'll send it. I'm not sure when I will start burning them as I didn't think anything else would be going on it and, what do you know, here's something now.
Putting up a tipjar seems the best answer to me. People know I don't want or expect to be paid for reviews I write as that would just screw things right up ... so I worry too much and they won't do this and I know that because I wouldn't write a review again for anyone who did. Ha! So putting up a tipjar seems like the thing to do. (Maybe you don't want me to write one as how many times do you need a review from me. In that case, feel free to insult me with a lavish tip and I'm sure my artistic ego will survive.)
That may seem a major hoax when you can see a rack full of lasers in the video. If you're hungry, sell a fookin' laser. You may need a refresher course on musicians, tho, as that will never happen. Ophir got the most killin' keyboard he could find and there was no ostentation as he was brilliant and university music trained. I went to see him a little while after that and he was famished. I took him up to McDonald's and got a bag of hamburgers and we went back to the Klemmer Mansion for a burger banquet. For real, on those damn McDonald's cheeseburgers.
There are some beauty moments in your life and that one is supreme as the happiness in this simple thing is damn special to me. Happiness is the absence of things that suck and suddenly a bag of cheeseburgers makes all the suck go away. That was pretty damn swell.
So I ain't sellin' the fookin' lasers and for two reasons: the first is what you saw above and the second is they're not mine. The only things I really own here are the laptop and the Galaxy Guitar plus a few stompboxes.
Yah, I'll put it back up again ... but not right now. The balance seems right but there's no rush.
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