It’s not every day, or often enough, for that matter, that you see or hear something and it makes you say “wow!” out loud.
In researching songs to add to my playlist, I came upon a video on YouTube posted in 2103. It featured Stevie Ray Vaughn (the King of West Texas blues) and Jeff Healey, the blind virtuoso.
Individually, I followed both players, but I never saw this collaboration before. The two are doing Stevie Ray’s own Look at Little Sister.
Watch the passion and sheer joy of playing music on the face of Jeff Healey as he jumps off his chair and finishes an absolutely blazing lead solo. His expression explains precisely why I play music.
I said it again when I saw some things trying to pass as intelligent human beings giving their “explanation” on their lack of culpability in the recent rash of shootings involving the use of assault weapons.
“Guns don’t kill people. People kill people.”
Fine, which one do you eliminate?
Everyone has their own ideas of gun control.
I get it.
Nobody’s right, nobody’s wrong.
Blah blah blah.
Meanwhile we are killing off our future on a daily basis.
Forget about age limits, questionnaires, and training, or whatever lame-ass ideas are being tossed around to try to delay, not prevent, access to assault rifles.
Maddogg once again has the solution.
Regulate assault weapons.
Sell to the US military only.
Unless you are trying to pierce an assault tank lining you up in their sights, you don’t need an assault rifle. If you want to shoot them, join the military.
I did it again.
Next issue this morning…
Well, actually, it is the macrocosm of the first issue.
Don’t get me started.
We can ask, even demand that our wishes are followed, but we are not the decision-makers. Until there is real ideological change in that regard, it’s all just the same old crying in our beer as the world revolves.
Have you noticed that the Russian war with Ukraine is still being waged?
How bad can that Russian “war machine” be?
If that’s another blitzkrieg, I’ll take mine rare.
The Ukrainians never got that memo.
Remember when that was all that was being covered by the news outlets?
How soon the death and destruction of a country takes a backseat to how much wine Johnny had to drink before saying mean things to a very mediocre actress.
I saw some asshole almost purposely run over a little squirrel this morning. He actually went out of his way to hit the little guy, and thankfully, missed.
People like that are just underdeveloped Jeffrey Dahmer’s.
Not as bad, but on the continuum.
As you can tell, I am very protective of animal life.
With a name like Maddogg, you pretty much have to be.