Music Whenever: Tristen "Glass Jar"

1960's vibe. Simple guitar chords. Organ carrying the background. Great vocals.

Music Whenever: Grand Analog "I Play My Kazoo"

I don't feature much rap (up to now, in all my music videos, there are no rap videos that I know of, )... I guess you could call this a lite-rap song by Grand Analog. My musical talent extends only to, but not beyond,  the kazoo. So scour your living space for that special hideaway where your kazoo has been stashed... wait for about 3 minutes into this video... and join in - full bore... Playing the kazoo is good for your soul... Guaranteed.



GRAND ANALOG - I Play My Kazoo from Southern Souls on Vimeo.

This is a story of a man from down south
The fam migrated to the north
I'm a put you on what it's about
The regular routes, Shanty towns that produce
the poor Born in the gutter, word to his mother
Make her something outta nothing, Matter, work harder,
go farther
My poppa said you gotta pop a lock on the purpose
Gotta love, then you implement the heart
Recognize the cause, make it true, whatever you do
Whether you
save the lives or play the kazoo
Be the author not the actor of your chapter to
Blank pages in this open book, now look
I could break it down like whatever you want
I come equipped with the sound, come equipped with the funk
Like whatever you want man
Doing my thing I do what I do
Walk the line, I play my kazoo
Shoot nothing but love when I aim at you
I be the baritone rapper with the falsetto
Walk with myself, Talk to myself, It's hard I know
I like to exercise the mental health
I know that I could do it like no one else
I come alive with the sun beneath the earth
Capture that moment in time like a camera
Withstand the land of a thousand bands
I am a man with no answers
Although I know the analog is grand That come apart like trouble man
I could break it down like whatever you want
I come equipped with the sound, come equipped with the funk
Like whatever you want man
Do my thing
I do what I do
Walk the line,
I play my kazoo
Shoot nothing but love when I aim at you
I be the baritone rapper with the falsetto
Long walk home, the long walk home
Recite colorful flows like Pablo Picasso
Cool fellow collected, connect,  When I metal on the mic, big city bright lights
Got me broken wide open till
I'm useless Like arthritis to a violinist,
I can't diminish
I scrimmage with the wrist when I write,
sip Guinness
I break it down to the compound when I'm in it
Believe it and you'll know, feel it when it flows
She'll feel it in her toes,
and nipples
Possibly maybe hit the spot that tickles
With the beats and the rhymes
sinking in like dimples

I play my kazoo

Header Photo: Monotype de Chatou

The previous header photo was of Louis Pillon and his restored Monotype de Chatou. The Monotype de Chatou was a French follow-on to the American Lark scow, the Lark being originally introduced to France as the Monotype de Dinard. Designed in 1901 by Francois Texier, the Monotype de Chatou featured soft bilges rather than the boxy, chine shape of the Lark and the wide scow bow of the Lark was pinched in. The Monotype de Chatou was France's first popular dinghy with over 100 being built.

The drawing below is from the Wikipedia entry on the Monotype de Chatou.

A photo of the three of the original French build of the American Lark scow, the Monotype de Dinard.

Chatou was a western suburb of Paris, fronting the Seine River. There was a yacht club on the narrow island where the fleet of  Monotype de Chatou's were moored. From Google Maps.

In 1906, the French painter, Maurice de Vlamink, painted this scene (in the style of Van Gogh). Painted from the vantage point of Île de Chatou, it is likely the moored sailboat was a stylized Monotype de Chatou.

A rescue performed by a Monotype de Chatou. I'm not sure if the swamped vessel is another Monotype de Chatou. If this was a romantic Sunday sail, I would bet the lady being dragged over the gunwhale by the rescuers didn't bargain on being completely soaked by this mis-adventure.

The Dead South - "In Hell I'll Be In Good Company"

For those who thought, in my last music video, I may have pitched head-first into syrupy elevator music, I offer up this contrarian view of love from "The Dead South". (As with the music video from Little Tybee, this video is shot with the band in many different places.)

[Whistling Intro]
Dead Love couldn't go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you

My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, miss-spells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company

Dead Love couldn't go no further
Proud of and disgusted by her
Push shove, a little bruised and battered
Oh Lord I ain't coming home with you

My life's a bit more colder
Dead wife is what I told her
Brass knife sinks into my shoulder
Oh babe don't know what I'm gonna do

I see my red head, messed bed, tear shed, queen bee
My squeeze
The stage it smells, tells, hell's bells, misspells
Knocks me on my knees
It didn't hurt, flirt, blood squirt, stuffed shirt
Hang me on a tree
After I count down, three rounds, in hell I'll be in good company

In hell I'll be in Good Company
In hell I'll be in Good Company
[Whistling, Denouement....]

Music Whenever: Bay Ledges "Safe"

Must be a old guy thing. After all the twists and turns of life, I seem to enjoy boppy love songs in my dotage. Early love is where all the possibilities are endless.



I've been catching some of my music (including this one) on my afternoon commute, listening to WTMD.

Rainbow Scow Plans

The Australian Rainbow scow was a simple flat-bottomed, main and jib scow most popular around the Melbourne area; a DIY plywood design, typical of post WWII classes. These plans popped up on the Internet so I'll share them on this blog.

As always, use the pop-out icon on the top right to open this in another tab in your browser

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Other Earwigoagin posts on the Rainbow Scow.

Music Whenever: Gillian Welch and Old Crow Medicine Show "The Weight"

The Band's song "The Weight" has been covered so many times, by so many different artists. This is one of my favorite covers of this classic.

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I pulled into Nazareth, I was feeling 'bout half past dead
Just need to find a place where I can lay my head
Hey, mister, can you tell me, where a man might find a bed?
He just grinned and shook my hand, "No" was all he said.

Take a load off Fanny, you take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and ^and_and you put the load ^{you put the load} right on me

I picked up my bags, I went looking for a place to hide
When I saw old Carmen and the Devil, walking side by side
So I said, "Hey, Carmen, c'mon, let's go downtown"
Well, Carmen said, "You know I gotta go, but my friend can stick around"

You take a load off Fanny, you take a load for free
You take a load off Fanny, and ^and_and you put the load ^{you put the load} right on me

Crazy Chester followed me, and he caught me in the fog
He said, "I can fix your rag, if you take Jack, my dog"
I said, "Wait a minute Chester, you know, I'm a peaceful man"
He said, "That's okay, just feed him when you can"

You take a load off Fanny, take a load for free
You take a load off Fanny, and ^and_and you put the load ^{you put the load} right on me

Go down, Moses, ain't nothin' that you can say
It's just old Luke, Luke's waiting on the Judgment Day
Well, Luke, my friend, what about young Annalee
He said, "Do me a favor, son, won't you stay, keep Annalee company"

You take a load off Fanny, you take a load for free
You take a load off Fanny, and ^and_and you put the load ^{you put the load} right on me

Well catch the cannonball, now to take me on down the line
My bag is sinking low, and I do believe it's time
To get back to Miss Fanny, oh..., you know she's the only one
Who sent me here, with her regards for everyone

Take a load off Fanny, you take a load for free
Take a load off Fanny, and ^and_and you put the load ^{you put the load} right on me

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From the Earwigoagin archives; another cover of a song from "The Band".