Cool Music to Vape to - Part 2
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CANtalk
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I circled back to listen to some posted music here and it's been really great to see newer indie music posted by others 
. I like what I'm hearing and I'm still seeking out new music. Thx and keep sharing.
Here's more.
This one is a recent release, well known artist in their scene and I mentioned the featured second artist earlier here. Small world.
TGIF and have a great weekend
. I like what I'm hearing and I'm still seeking out new music. Thx and keep sharing.Here's more.
This one is a recent release, well known artist in their scene and I mentioned the featured second artist earlier here. Small world.
TGIF and have a great weekend
CANtalk
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Another new indie release worth sharing, enjoy.
I circled back to this live concert recording and post.... just listened to it for the first time today. Wow good and highly recommended, it's beautiful and excellently recorded indie rock!
A few more top rated live recorded repeat indie songs here...
This one live, both studio and in concert
This one a single take studio live
Enjoy and have a great weekend
I circled back to this live concert recording and post.... just listened to it for the first time today. Wow good and highly recommended, it's beautiful and excellently recorded indie rock!
A few more top rated live recorded repeat indie songs here...
This one live, both studio and in concert
This one a single take studio live
Enjoy and have a great weekend
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Cause I've been working hard on this same fleeting fire
And now I'm burning it down, oh burning it down!
And now I'm burning it down, oh burning it down!
Robert-in-YEG
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Back in the days of youth (long time ago), the thing was to put on Pink Floyd, Dark Side of the Moon, we would start by eating raw hash, then smoking it. The big thing in those days was "hot knifing". A pair of butter knives and propane torch was EDC for on the go. When at home, we just use the kitchen stove. While cannabis was illegal when I grew up, there were no restrictions on knives or propane torches. Having a shotgun hanging across the back window of one's truck was a status symbol. I'm talking about high school year, the trucks in the parking lot had more than a few guns, some of them may
Memories.... I never though growing old would come so quickly.....
Robert-in-YEG
"People, please. We’re all frightened and horny, but we can’t let some killer dolphins keep us from living and scoring!"
-Mayor Quimby
Memories.... I never though growing old would come so quickly.....
Robert-in-YEG
"People, please. We’re all frightened and horny, but we can’t let some killer dolphins keep us from living and scoring!"
-Mayor Quimby
VapeEscapist
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jeffp
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vape friendly
Robert-in-YEG
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VapeEscapist
Medicine Buddha
All subjectivity aside..... For myself, I'm a picky fuck. "There's good music and then there's everything else." - Duke Ellington
VapeEscapist
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Congratulations on full legalization, Germany!!!
Next time I see you, we'll be vaping free and wide!
VapeEscapist
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vapviking
Old & In the Way
Thanksgiving in America is not what it used to be. Lots more people these days are aware of the true history of the days and times we still try to shine like a jewel when those days actually smell like shit.
They mark the beginning of hundreds of years of exploitation of resources and peoples.
"But that's not what I came to talk about. I came to talk about the War"-- Arlo Guthrie.
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For a time in the 80's-90's, our family dog and cat were Woody and Arlo, respectively.
They mark the beginning of hundreds of years of exploitation of resources and peoples.
"But that's not what I came to talk about. I came to talk about the War"-- Arlo Guthrie.
[If I'm correct, this Thanksgiving is the first in 20 years that US is not in a declared war. While we take this with a grain of salt, it is appreciated nonetheless by someone like me who really detests conflict and war. Every generation in my family (in US) for a the last 120 years has been born to parents who lived in traumatic war-times of varying degree.
I protested the Vietnam War. At age 18 (Dec. 1968) by law I registered for the "draft" (the Selective Service System) but enjoyed a deferment as long as I was in school/college. In those days, I had friends being called up, some going off, and I recall at least one neighbor who came back with a major injury. Two close relatives went to Nam. I was not going to.
As it happened, the draft went to a lottery system during my first year in college and every male was assigned a number (randomly drawn on the floor of Congress, broadcast on the radio!). I heard a pretty good number for myself, #156, which meant, on average, I would be much less likely to be called up (once my deferment lapsed).
I jump-started that process when I voluntarily dropped out of school about two years later, sending a letter to my local board, waiving my deferment and saying "put me in the pool" -- again -- I did not anticipate being called (and if you were passed by once, you would never be called up).
A few weeks later I got the letter we all dreaded that stated, "You have been selected by a board composed of your friends and neighbors..."
Turns out my one big mistake was not hearing my number correctly over the radio. My number was 56 (not 156!), and I was invited to my induction physical about 30 days hence. If you pass the physical, off you go - that day - into the Army. I began shitting bricks.
I weighed the choice of going to Canada, but instead chose to try for medical deferment on two counts - one of which was real, a prior accident/knee surgery (that's what their physicians eventually rejected me for).
But I had to go to the induction physical. Only seeing the specialist at the very end of the day did I find out I was rejected.
We finally arrive at the COOL MUSIC TO VAPE TO.
-and the rest of my tale...
Just about the biggest underground T-day tradition is the playing of Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant, often broadcast at noon on many radio stations.
I have a particular affinity, some of it is reflected in my long introduction here.
Arlo's physical was in Whitehall Street, lower Manhattan.
Mine was at Fort Hamilton, Brooklyn just a couple of miles from his.
Arlo came up with a crazy scheme to get out and, at least in legend, it worked.
My alternate angle for a physical rejection was the use of a yoga exercise that raises the blood pressure. I was checked in the morning, put on a list to come back later (they could hold you and keep checking for 3 days...) but the bad knee made that a moot point.
Arlo's father was Woody Guthrie, the iconic American folk singer.
My father was a singer and a musician; I am, too (mostly guitar, some piano).
So, I have listened to Alice's Restaurant every Thanksgiving Day for the past 50+ years. Sometimes I put it on during our family dinner, play it to a captive audience. But lately, I've turned to sitting quietly and hearing it undisturbed. I never get through it without voluminous tears. I think of all the people hurt by wars, all the damage done and the trauma of war that reverberates through a culture...
I hope the above can give a context to this "talking blues" in story-telling style.
Arlo makes comedy of it, but this was serious stuff.
"You may know someone in a similar situation -- or you may be in a similar situation -- and all you gotta do is..."]
I protested the Vietnam War. At age 18 (Dec. 1968) by law I registered for the "draft" (the Selective Service System) but enjoyed a deferment as long as I was in school/college. In those days, I had friends being called up, some going off, and I recall at least one neighbor who came back with a major injury. Two close relatives went to Nam. I was not going to.
As it happened, the draft went to a lottery system during my first year in college and every male was assigned a number (randomly drawn on the floor of Congress, broadcast on the radio!). I heard a pretty good number for myself, #156, which meant, on average, I would be much less likely to be called up (once my deferment lapsed).
I jump-started that process when I voluntarily dropped out of school about two years later, sending a letter to my local board, waiving my deferment and saying "put me in the pool" -- again -- I did not anticipate being called (and if you were passed by once, you would never be called up).
A few weeks later I got the letter we all dreaded that stated, "You have been selected by a board composed of your friends and neighbors..."
Turns out my one big mistake was not hearing my number correctly over the radio. My number was 56 (not 156!), and I was invited to my induction physical about 30 days hence. If you pass the physical, off you go - that day - into the Army. I began shitting bricks.
I weighed the choice of going to Canada, but instead chose to try for medical deferment on two counts - one of which was real, a prior accident/knee surgery (that's what their physicians eventually rejected me for).
But I had to go to the induction physical. Only seeing the specialist at the very end of the day did I find out I was rejected.
We finally arrive at the COOL MUSIC TO VAPE TO.
-and the rest of my tale...
Just about the biggest underground T-day tradition is the playing of Arlo Guthrie's Alice's Restaurant, often broadcast at noon on many radio stations.
I have a particular affinity, some of it is reflected in my long introduction here.
Arlo's physical was in Whitehall Street, lower Manhattan.
Mine was at Fort Hamilton, Brooklyn just a couple of miles from his.
Arlo came up with a crazy scheme to get out and, at least in legend, it worked.
My alternate angle for a physical rejection was the use of a yoga exercise that raises the blood pressure. I was checked in the morning, put on a list to come back later (they could hold you and keep checking for 3 days...) but the bad knee made that a moot point.
Arlo's father was Woody Guthrie, the iconic American folk singer.
My father was a singer and a musician; I am, too (mostly guitar, some piano).
So, I have listened to Alice's Restaurant every Thanksgiving Day for the past 50+ years. Sometimes I put it on during our family dinner, play it to a captive audience. But lately, I've turned to sitting quietly and hearing it undisturbed. I never get through it without voluminous tears. I think of all the people hurt by wars, all the damage done and the trauma of war that reverberates through a culture...
I hope the above can give a context to this "talking blues" in story-telling style.
Arlo makes comedy of it, but this was serious stuff.
"You may know someone in a similar situation -- or you may be in a similar situation -- and all you gotta do is..."]
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For a time in the 80's-90's, our family dog and cat were Woody and Arlo, respectively.
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