Vandalyzm dropped a new old track plus a New Year bonus. Check these tracks out. I'm going to bed.Vandalyzm: "Story Time"Vandalyzm: "The VanDilla (Freestyle)"
I love to read, always have... although these days, I definitely don't get the chance to read as often as I would like. But, I make sure to read lots of book so my kids. I don't know why, but there is just something magical about having a story read out loud. That's why I love searching out story times, to take my kids. Recently I was reminded of the fact that Barnes & Noble locations often ho
Rainy is learning the art of story-telling - an art that I haven't quite learned, but she is teaching me. She's got it down.Rule #1 - Be excited about your subject material. Rule #2 - Be able to relate the material to your audience.Rule #3 - Hold the book so that others can see it.Rule #4 - Must be able to make animal sounds.Rule #5 - Be as darn cute as humanly possible!
When I was a child, I went through a phase where I was fascinated with frogs. Well, toads actually. I would go down to the creek near my house with an empty gallon milk container and fill it with seven, eight, nine toads, as many as I could cram in there. Then i'd walk home with this plastic prison full of jumpy brown lumps. Once I put them in there, I couldn't really get them out, until my dad would make me cut the top off and free them before they all died.
All the time, I would be thinking to myself "But that's why I need SO MANY, for when they start to die!"
I've begin to believe that Jim Hendry suffers from a similiar affliction to that of my 7-year old self. None of us will ever forget The Great Middle-Infielder Glut of 2006, which included such Cub greats as Freddy Bynum, Todd Walker, Neifi Perez and Ronny Cedeno. Then there was OutFielderPalooza 2007, wherein we stockpiled as many outfielders as possible, presumably for a rainy day. Or just becase Lou likes drawing names t
Old man Cravetts was a crochety old geezer. Used to sit on his front porch and crochet everything from doilies and douche bag cozies to donut pillows and cat scrotum warmers. Now, since he was older than night time, Cravetts was feared and hated by the neighborhood children. Even so, he’d always try to crochet things for them as they rode by on their bikes throwing things at him he’d previously crocheted for them. “Ya know I try to be nice to those kids and they just don’t appreciate me,” he laménted as he cut into another bolt of heavy metal print fabric. “Maybe this Lars Ulrich afghan will get their attention.” He muttered cheerily to himself.One blistery autumn morning, Cravetts strolled out onto his front porch for another day of yarn wasting when there on his front lawn was little Bobby Youngonion lying unconscious and covered with blisters. “Now don’t lie to me you little wrapped scallion, I know you’re not unconscious and what are you doing all wrapped up in
Within the fiery catacombs of hell, there once lived seven tremendously evil demons. For sport, they would spin their heads around backwards, elongate their pierced tongues, speak drunken gibberish, or dance counterclockwise around horned beasts while chanting cryptic Latin phrases.Eternity is a long time so, despite their playful activities, the seven demons soon became bored. Eventually, the demons worked up the courage to approach Old Scratch himself—Satan—to ask permission to leave Hell in order to temporarily dwell in the space/time dimension of mortal man.“Okay,” whispered Lucifer menacingly, while playing Solitaire. So the seven demons left Hades through a spiral portal to reach the human dimension. Soon, they arrived in a remote forest in the central Amazon Basin between the Negro and Japura Rivers, the two main tributaries of the Amazon. The Amana Reserve contains spectacular and untouched biodiversity with the highest concentration of the endangered Amazonian manatees
This is the video version of my recent Story Time with Contrabass Conversations episode about cabs. It's...well.....sort of a video, anyway. Check it out and see. I have taken various photos and put them together in a kind of slideshow/documentary/video podcast episode. If you're a podcast subscriber (and if you're not, you click here to subscribe for free--all the cool kids are doing it) you'll be getting this episode in the feed soon. If you have problems playing this video, you can also watch it in the bass blog video player in the sidebar of the blog. Talk about layers on top of layers! Now there is a video version of this story, an audio version, and a text version. This is the sort of thing that I really enjoy putting together, and I hope that you enjoy watching it. I'll be adding both and audio and video player to the original story, so that folks can choose which of the three methods of presentation (audio, video, or text) they most prefer. I'll be doing
Welcome to Story Time with the Contrabass Conversations podcast! This new venture was inspired by the great podcast Digital Flotsam (along with a healthy dose of This American Life), and it features me narrating my story about fitting basses in cabs, along with topical songs, sound effects, and more. Click to Listen (right-click to download) or click player below: This episode is short (under 15 minutes), and will hopefully be lighthearted fun for listeners. I plan on putting these out on a semi-regular basis. They're a way for me to be creative in the audio medium, kind of like what I try to do in my long form writing here on the blog. Click here to check out the original story--I'll be adding an audio link to this soon, so that you can listen to the story and read it....if you...want to....do that for some reason. I've got lots of stories here on the blog, and therefore a lot of content to mine for these stories, although I'll definitely be featuring the more
I enjoy writing. I enjoy putting down my thoughts on paper, or really I suppose in today's technology - computers. I think the reason I enjoy it so much is I'm often surprised at myself with how far I can take something or in fact, how far YOU will take something.The other day, while bored at work, a friend insisted that entertainment, provided by me, was in order.All I asked in return was a subject, a thought, a person - anything to get me started.What was I given - "Macaroni."I came up with this story in about 15 minutes. It's word for word, the only thing I altered were some typos that were made in the midst of my typing frenzy. It's not great, by any means - but it just goes to show you that sometimes, sometimes I can be an overachiever and accomplish something worth mentioning, but more importantly than that this just further proves I seriously need a therapist.Enjoy.Some time ago, in a land full of pirates and fantastical dolphins lived a young man. A young man full of wit an
I had class on Monday night, but I'm lazy... and last night one margarita turned into, like, twelve, and well... here's the post.So on Monday our instructor is working his crazy-ass mortician magic at the front of the classroom, delivering the lecture with his usual panache, when he throws out the following comment:"Yeah, some people like to call us grave diggers. I've never dug a grave in my life. I've fallen into an open grave once. But anyway..."(sound of brakes squealing)"Wait a minute. Back up to that last part about falling into an open grave." Fifteen sets of eyes looked up at once.We were all curious. I mean really, there are only a few phrases that you can't just throw out there without experiencing conversational whiplash. I've fallen into an open grave is one of them. He was already dead and I voted for Nader are the other two.So since our instructor is kick-ass and doesn't mind when we turn class time into an interrogation session, he obliged by giving us the dirt. G
