As far as 'old fucks' go, I'll still rip your fucking face off with my low frequencies:
(1st pic, about 10 years ago, second pic from (I think) '85, or '86)
I've experienced
THREE strokes, and
THAT motivated me to resume playing electric bass guitar
AND drums (And I ain't no slouch at either!)
I picked my bass up after my initial diagnosis of three previous strokes, and quite honestly I had a
SERIOUS emotional/mental breakdown at my new (lack of ) ability.
But what
REALLY happened was it became my impetus to pull my bass out of it's case (which I had placed it in the night before, in admittance of defeat) and I woke up
TWO HOURS BEFORE SUNRISE to prove
EVERYONE wrong!
(My sweetie 'Shar' pulled her old metronome out of the book case and placed it on my desk, no words, nothing, just quiet... (I have a problem getting the words out of my brain as a result of the ischemic attacks (strokes) quiet confidence/support of my trying to start from 'square one' and concentrate on doing a simple major scale in repetition.
(No, I'm not playing
ANYTHING like Geddy, or Stanley (Clark) at this point, but I am
RIPPING FACE on AC/DC, Grand Funk Railroad, Black Sabbath, in other words, the music and musicians who've inspired me to become better at my craft in the first place, 40 years ago.)(
HOLY FUCK! 43 years ago was when I first picked up an electric bass guitar)
I've also resumed target shooting, which (for anyone who knows me personally) knows the mental hopscotch I had to play in my mind simply to walk into a public range once again (now three times in the past two weeks)
and I
MUST commend the owner of '5280 armory' (Len, I believe his name is) and the young man who was R.S.O. (Range Safety Officer) for seeing my 'minor' freak out at someone popping magnum rounds off next to me.)
Youngster (RSO) went out and got the owner, Len.
Len, walked up to me, and asked if he could put his arm on my shoulder, then proceeded to 'talk me down' by commenting on how WELL I was doing for 'someone who's experienced what I have'
(Not a discussion for a pot forum, but
MANY people bet money I'd never,
NEVER set foot in a public range ever again.)
I
MOST CERTAINLY have some brain damage (RE: aim) but I ain't no slouch either.
RE: Music, what I'm noticing
MOST is that I have a tendency to 'lead the note' on long repetitions. (I hit early on long staccato repetitions.)
What I'm getting at is
THEE most
WRONG thing you can
EVER say to me is 'you'll never be able to do
THAT (
insert ANY challenge here) ever again.
I'll prove you wrong, or die trying. (I meant that in a determination kind of way, not a homicidal way.)
(Although YOU deal with a neurologist telling you to 'make sure your affairs are in order')
Those words are
BEYOND sobering...
@Shamus &
@rubthe nub:
Thank you
BOTH for reconsidering. I follow you both, and would miss your contributions, a great deal.
As I said, (and I'm not kissing
@logic's ass (although I probably would if asked)
THIS forum IS
THEE SHIZNET in regards to growers who are
PASSIONATE at their craft.
I like the idea of giving out this information for free, yet
@Shamus brought an extremely valid point about (what I referred to) as 'minute millionaires) (I was a stock broker (trading pit) for over 25 years, so I know of that which I speak of,
QUITE LITERALLY.)
But so many VERY valid points have been brought up in this thread that I commend you (
@Shamus) for starting it, whatever your initial intent. (And I DO TOTALLY agree with your point)
(Like I said bro, if I may be so bold as to refer to you as my brother. do what I do, when you log in check the 'stay logged in box' and type your reply, then let it 'distill' for an hour or so before hitting 'Post Reply' (I've deleted
THOUSANDS of words, simply because a lot of the time I'm personally threatening LEO to 'come and get me' sort of thing, since I simply don't give a fuck anymore, and I'm
BEYOND dangerous. (Like 6 years ago when my (ex) wife called the cops on me and 37 armed LEO (with laser sighted M4's showed up in response)
(In their words' Dude, you should feel honored, we've got you 37 to 1 and we STILL don't feel those odds are in
OUR favor.' (All I wanted was my fucking dog 'Buddy Nuggs')
(I lost count after counting 7 red dots on my chest, but as I just said, all I wanted was my dog, Buddy, and it cost me a part of my cranium to lose him.)
(Buddy Nuggs was simply THEE BEST dog I've ever had the good fortune of having in my life, and losing him almost killed me.
(Hey Elkie, in case
YOU'RE reading this, loosing Buddy was probably my first stroke.)
(I'm also
VERY sorry to hear about your 2014, dude,
VERY sorry.)
(Sounds like Blackhawk Drive had a bad year overall.)
I don't say this shit to suck my own dick, it's
EXTREMELY sobering to look out and see your entire metropolitan police force coming
AT YOU IN MORTAL FEAR FOR THEIR LIVES!
There I PROMISE no more biography about me, it'll scare too many people off.)
I am glad though that this seems to be being worked out though, thank you one and all!
Sk
;-)_~~
(Joe)
Buddy Nuggs: