I try to post something every day just to keep the page fresh but this weather and work have conspired to make this place look like it has been abandoned, sometimes. It isn’t as if I don’t have shit to say, I just either don’t have the time or the energy. There’s a lot of shot show to dissect; there’s a world of shit going on here, but the fact is my ancestors were apparently a race of bears that traditionally sleep during this season, and my natural tendency is to follow their lead. So it isn’t as if I’ve forgotten about you all, like Bowerick Wowbagger, I’ll get to you sooner or later. I already have most of the people I’ve met online pissed off at me, so I’ve made a pretty good start. Meanwhile, listen to some good old school picking.

Mean mary is a smoking hot banjo player, I’ve been listening to her ever since I stumbled on her listening to Iron Horse several years ago. She has a serious talent and a good voice, and the kind of looks Dad would have described as “Well filled in”. I confess a certain affinity to the instrument despite- or perhaps because of- how annoying it is to some people. Even I cannot hear the banjo without thinking “Slack jawed yokel” but unlike the Accordion or the Bagpipes ( I almost typed “bagpopes”. What a instrument THAT would be!) I don’t run away, but stand there transfixed by the sound, with, perhaps, a slight trickle of drool coming off my lower lip a la dresie and casie. If I had knees still I would do some buckdancing, which is really just a sort of a coordinated seizure, but still fun to watch. I wonder if there’s a video mashup of Mean Mary playing Foggy while Uncle Pen buckdances. Someone get to work on that.