Quarantine and the living's uneasy

Waiting on the video conference is not as bluesy as waiting on the bus

But both are just a way to get to work and the waiting gives me a chance to find cool shit

Like T-bone Walker with Dizzy Gillespie's band Jazz At The Philharmonic on a video that includes a Terry Clark solo with just his mouthpiece.

This is unbelievable

80s era Japanese jazz/funk

Because it's super badass. Now where are my pink aviator sunglasses?

I have a fever and the only cure is more

Wood Block

ornotna just posted a song with Terry Bozzio on drums. Go listen - It's badass. I'll wait

One of my favorite Terry Bozzio records came out in the 80s

Jeff Beck's Guitar Shop

He plays with such power on that one - Of course he still has the supernatural precision and speed, but the big booming sound on his toms in this record is my favorite part

It takes some doing for me to overlook a damn fedora

But this guy manages

UFO will wake you up

This is the best Pierogi tutorial I've seen

And this guy is a gold standard dry humored but friendly and sarcastic Polack.

He's not kin to me but he could be...

Pierogi, loved by all, made by few

Sunday thoughts are religious thoughts

No nation on Earth is as loudly a self declared Christian Nation as America is.

As a group we claim the highest levels of belief, of daily prayer and weekly attendance to churches.

So do me a fucking solid and quit telling me that all the problems are because we are pushing God out of our society.

Maybe God is mad because we are a nation of modern day Philistines who hates the stranger, hates the poor and cages children.

Maybe God is angry that we do all of these things at the direction of an adulterous liar who has said he's never had any reason to seek God's forgiveness.

Or, and this is my theory, maybe all those stories are just stories and we are being "punished" for electing an unfit man.

Punished by his greed, ignorance, poor decisions and shitty planning.

Started the evening sober and listening to -

St Paul and the broken Bones...

End the evening . . . Somewhat less sober, but coming back to St Paul and the Broken Bones