song of the day HERE THEY COME

This is my zombie song, written on the way home from Conflikt 2011 in the car. Anthony said this was a banger in any genre which I most appreciated, especially since it isn’t true. But yes, this drifts into an approach of commercial viability. This song was inspired by Jeff playing Left 4 Dead for weeks at a time. ‘Reloading….reloading…reloading…’

I was going to post this later in the year but I was thinking about the people defending the Capitol calling the approaching mob zombies so… yeah.

arise ye prisoners of doomscrolling

Did a small shop and made borscht. Paul came by with some of John’s filk books, and best of all was Peter Alway’s Introduction to Mountain Dulcimer so I now have a picture of one of my filk friends on a pamphlet about an instrument I own. I’m going to review it again today with the instrument in hand.

Chuck Norris was at the insurrection event in Washington. What a cruel and grasping individual.

The unexpected postcard

I haven’t had enough
Can’t ask me to say when
Can’t ask me to resist
Won’t come my way again

It’s not that I am helpless
Nor that I am compelled
But that I have no words for
A way I’ve never felt

a long guitar and harmonica talking instrumental break

When you feel like you’re past hope
Past any chance for redemption
Perhaps some satisfaction
That life would get my vote
Then love comes into view
Like an unexpected postcard
Saying everything is beautiful
And soon you will be home.

fiddle on the last four lines, harmonica drops out

yes this is a destiel filk, tune exceeding dangerously sappy C&W, and it’s going along with the fic I’m working on. I am so cheesed with myself; I don’t want to leave the house, and there’s been a letter to pOp sitting there on the kitchen table for the last day. Also I’m supposed to make like lady bountiful to Paul, holed up in his motel. Tea, and beans, and whatnot.

set list

40 Million Light Years

1 Meat Ball

I Pop Pills

Alexios the Murder Hobo

Co Pilot’s Lament

Paradise (John Prine)

Apprentice

2&20 Blues

 

Grandson Greg was at Tom and Peggy’s, he seemed to be in excellent mood. We sang and played in both yards, following the shade, and it was lovely to be fed veggies and rice and butter chicken while admiring the two weeks of work Dan T. put into their back yard. Those fucking bricks weight 80 pounds kids and there’s a lot of them.

Mostly we talked. We sat on chairs six feet apart and talked. We felt like adults. It was really nice.

scratch track

the distortion is part of the charm – it’s a natural feature of whacking the guitar this hard at a harmonic point with a rubber mallet – yes this is a hammered guitar

It’s the hottest part of the summer and I’m treating myself to beer. God I love this song. Anyway, it sounds MUCH BETTER on headphones, I’m hearing stuff I didn’t hear the first time. It’s just got depth, you know, and then this sort of pounding howl of a chorus, so much pent up jealousy and rage and then back to… I do this, I do this, I do this, life has a rhythm, and then I JUST GET SO MAD. I LOVE IT so there

 

Murderbot TTTO Sugartown

I got some troubles, but they won’t last
I’m gonna lay right down here in the grass
and spring my ambush when these assholes pass
‘Cause I’m a muh-muh-muh, muh-muh-muh
muh-muh, muh- muh, muh-muh Murderbot
I never had a bot that liked me some
Never had a friend or wanted one
So I just sit down and clean all my guns
‘Cause I’m a muh-muh-muh, muh-muh-muh
muh-muh, muh- muh, muh-muh Murderbot
Yesterday it rained in Preservation
I heard it also rained on GrayCris’s fun
But I kept all the rain offa my guns
‘Cause I’m a muh-muh-muh, muh-muh-muh
muh-muh, muh- muh, muh-muh Murderbot
If I had a million dollars or three
I’d buy clothing that remains logo-free
It’s never long before someone’s shooting at me
‘Cause I’m a muh-muh-muh, muh-muh-muh
muh-muh, muh- muh, muh-muh Murderbot

Craig Spencer MD

From his twitter today. He’s the Director of Global Health in Emergency Medicine at Columbia Medical Centre in NYC. He’s also survived Ebola – he caught it in the field, helping people. This guy knows his shit about infectious disease.

When your shift ends, you sign out to the oncoming team. It’s all #COVIDー19. Over the past week, we’ve all learned the signs – low oxygen, lymphopenia, elevated D-dimer. You share concerns of friends throughout the city without PPE. Hospitals running out of ventilators.

Elevated D-dimer is a new clinical symptom, to me, but it’s a really gross & telling one one. It shows up in venous thromboembolism, ARDS and cancer. You have to be genuinely sick like you’ll die without intervention for D-dimer to be high.

 

Flatten the Curve song

fish

We watched Shakespeare and Hathaway and they were eating fish and chips and Jeff got up and went down the hill and got fish and chips for a late lunch and IT WAS NOM. Then I slept for the rest of the day, and we got up and watch some more telly and went back to bed at 9:40.

I need to get out the house today.

So Katie and I were going to go to the fOlks, but they already have house guests that weekend so no grandson for GGma this weekend; we’re going to go on a road trip and visit other rellies instead, more deets as they become available.

OH LOOK WHOSE NAME IS THERE  OR look up Filkcast under Feb 12 2020 for a list of familiar names including whoops mine

DIVE BOMBING SUNS??? Yikes

another song for fawm

The Standard of the Crow (Thorfinn’s Song)

When you’re really in it
As deep as you know how to go
There’s no end, once you begin it
Thorkel had to teach you so
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
For no matter how far down you go
You must rise, refreshed, for battle
And stand under the standard of the crow

Pull the axe from my stiffened hands
There was a lot of blood, not all from my side
I am good at killing men
If you follow, you’d better ride.

It’s not wise to ask them
Folks seeking comfort are rarely wise
The seer told me I’d win half the battle
And mocked me for my doubting eyes
It’s a dream, my heart rattled
I saw her eyes, like oxblood on snow
Hers the first face that I’m seeking
Standing on my stirrups, under the wing of a crow

Pull the axe from my stiffened hands
There was a lot of blood, not all from my side
I am good at killing men
If you follow, you’d better ride.

She has an errand, seaward
I died on land like an aging fool
And she will make my goodbye for me
make herself a young king’s school
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
Knowing that life goes on, just so
But she made it through one last battle
And still stands under the standard of the crow

 

8:55 am 11 Feb the tune is very slowly stabilizing

8:15 Sunday September 13 2020 this is the stabilized lyricset

The Standard of the Crow (Thorfinn’s Song)

When you’re deep down in it
As deep as you know how to go
There’s no end, once you begin it
Thorkel had to teach you so
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
For no matter how far down you go
You must rise up for the next battle
And stand under the standard of the crow
Pull the axe from my stiffened hands (40 miles a day, oh)
There was a lot of blood, not all of it mine (riding in the rain oh)
I am good at killing men (make a joke, run him through, oh)
If you would follow, you’d better ride. (ride ride ride, oh)
It’s not wise to ask them
Folks seeking comfort are rarely wise
The seer told me I’d win half the battle
And mocked me for the doubt in my eyes
It’s a dream, my heart rattled
I saw her eyes, like oxblood on snow
Hers the first face that I’m seeking
Standing on my stirrups—-under the flag of a crow
Pull the axe from my stiffened hands (40 miles a day, oh)
There was a lot of blood, not all of it mine (riding in the rain oh)
I am good at killing men (make a joke, run him through, oh)
If you would follow, you’d better ride. (ride ride ride, oh)
She has an errand, seaward
I die on land like an aging fool
She will make my goodbye for me
make herself a young king’s school
It’s a dream, it’s a trap
Knowing that life goes on, just so
But she made it through one last battle
Stands under the standard of the crow