Random Thought of the Day

Quote: Face

I would've thought it'd've been near identical. My buddy "Elvis" (front man of 'Kickstart Rumble') just picked up a mandolin. Reminded me exactly of a banjo how the one string doesn't reach the end of the neck. Asked him how it was going and he says it's a pretty intuitive switch from 6 string to mando, though of course he's played guitar every single day since the age of 14 or so.

I don't "get" music people. I could play the 1st stanza of "Moonlight Sonata" (on piano) before I snapped my hand in half, but it was a pure, brute force, rote way of playing. Less of (See also: None) reading a language and more "Konami Code" type memorization. Same with the bass guitar I used to play. A lot of humming to find a note, find the note on the string, and then string em all together. Basically just a game of Simon.

I play a 12 string now. I'm convinced that while the craft gets better with practice, it starts with having the craft at all. Like anything to do with math, my brain just doesn't function that way.

Math and music are in the same part of the brain, and highly related. Music as wave intervals can be expressed mathematically. (Xamplitude @ yinterval)+ (next note)+...

I had the gift for both. It dwindles with age, but music also needs joy or hope under it, or you forget to sing. I've lost my music these past few years. I think I need to make music whether I feel like it or not for a while, get back in the habit, and it might rewire my brain to an earlier, happier time.

Dancing is similar in foundation, but a different part of the brain. Another routine that needs restoration for me. Thanks for the reminder. I love how you write; I go wherever you go, like standing beside you.

Any guy can dance. If he relaxes, then moves standing up as if he were screwing his partner laying down (needs the mental image in his head, if not his partner, some other hot woman on the floor
), the gestures and movement will work naturally.

Dancing is vertical sex. The drums tell you how fast to move. But most men do more in bed than simply thrust in missionary position. They stroke with one or both hands, move their hips sideways or in circles, bend their knees, etc. He just has to let himself go there.

Quote: Evenbob

30 years? The only thing I've done
steadily for 30 years is take a dump
every day.. I'm real good at it too..

Ah EB that can't possibly be true. How do you have anything left for the toilet after a full day on the forums ;-)

Quote: beachbumbabs

Any guy can dance. .

Any guy can look like an idiot,
you mean. "as if he were screwing
his partner laying down". Uh Huh.
Show me one porn video where
the guy doesn't look like an idiot
doing that too. Women look good
cause all they do is lay there.

I've known a couple guys who taped
themselves having sex. It was a
sobering experience, they looked
like spastic morons and destroyed
the evidence.

Quote: Evenbob

30 years? The only thing I've done
steadily for 30 years is take a dump
every day.. I'm real good at it too..

I marveled, too. I was trying to find my part, something I could put into perspective. Sports is what I've done for thirty years, but damn... not every single day. Sometimes not for months at a time.

Every day. That's something.

Quote: Evenbob

Any guy can look like an idiot,
you mean. .

Don't underestimate yourself.

Quote: Face

Every day. That's something.

Ricky Jay has practiced card tricks
every day since he was a kid, over
60 years. He even practices in line
at the bank or at red lights.

Stuns me every time:

Quote: beachbumbabs

Math and music are in the same part of the brain, and highly related. Music as wave intervals can be expressed mathematically. (Xamplitude @ yinterval)+ (next note)+...

No argument here. I feel the same vacuous stupidity when attempting both =p

Quote:

I had the gift for both. It dwindles with age, but music also needs joy or hope under it, or you forget to sing. I've lost my music these past few years. I think I need to make music whether I feel like it or not for a while, get back in the habit, and it might rewire my brain to an earlier, happier time.

I was just talking about this. I view music as a drug of sorts. It's not as strong as smell, but switches get flipped and messages get sent when you hear certain stuff. I totally use it all day for just about everything. Before a race is always DMX. Something hard, rough, something to get you amped. Hockey is Pantera or Beethoven. Same reason, but it's a more manic amped. X is more focused, somehow. The weather is dogs#$% right now, so I'm chilling with the kids bumping calypso. Cooking / showering is Sinatra type, skilled labor is bluegrass, Travis Tritt for mowing the lawn, Cake in the spring, Ween in November, something fast when the mail's gotta get done quick, something slow when wetting a line at the crick... I do enjoy my silence, or listening to pond life or woods life, but if not in a state that that can be enjoyed, then music just has to be on.

Quote: Babs

Any guy can dance.

Of course. I don't "dance", as in, I don't have some specific choreography or even a move or two strung together. There's just sometimes you gotta move. When that engine miraculously slides out easy as can be, and there's some no-name losing his mind on the banjo coming out of the speaker, how do you NOT skip and slide all over the damn garage? Even Sinatra is just swaying back and forth while turning in a slow circle. If he comes on, and the dog's right there... how do you not?

I just don't ken the sex stuff. Get close to me when a mean fiddle rips and there will be bloodshed =)

Quote: Face

.... how do you NOT skip and slide all over the damn garage?

I use kitty litter. :}

Quote: petroglyph

I use kitty litter. :}

Face does grow an Afro very easily.

Quote: Face

I dance (and sing) every single day I don't feel like dying. Certainly well more than 100 times per year. Hip hop, mountain, smoke (when I have the energy), waltz (when the dog cooperates)...why in all hells wouldn't you dance? Do you not know happiness? Have you never heard a banjo?

I married a dancer. Not the kind that everybody says, "oh she's a good dancer", the kind that takes dance lessons from Detroit to Hawaii to the Caribbean. The kind that has every single, hetero male in the place scavenging up their best moves.

She would invite me to go out with her, several times per week. No problem if I didn't want to go, but she was going. I went often, the band would see her coming and play her favorite tune of the month and men would line up for a turn. She said in the beginning, she was going to dance, and would not be in a relationship with a jealous man. Guy after guy would ask me if it was ok, to ask to dance with her. She usually would wear down at least 3 males in an evening.

What was I going to do, why dance of course. Leo Sayer, Long tall glasses:


Hmmm, now wait a minute
Of course I can dance of course I can dance
I'm sure I can dance, I'm sure I can dance
I can dance

I can da-hance, I really hit the floor
Ah it feels good, look at me dancin'

I did a two-step, quick-step and a bossa nova
A little Victor Silvester, and a Rudy Valentino
You should-a seen me movin', right across the floor
Hand me down my tuxedo, next week I'm comin' ba-ack for more

I can dance, oh yes, I can dance
Look at me dancin', the floors movin'
I feel good, I can dance
I can dance, I can dance, I can dance, I can dance, I can dance