All KINDS of stuff. Mostly ideas... politics, science, religion, fishing, food ....stuff that your mom told you wasnt polite to discuss.
Also, why do most Saudi men remind me of Frank Zappa?
Astute readers will recall (http://www.lakecountrynow.com/opinion/blogs/communityblogs/274648011.html) that this is the time of year for the anual East Troy Bluegrass Festival. Well, it just came and went and Im here to report is was wonderful as usual.
I was there all day Saturday (working hard (!) in the AM), and for me the highlight was when the band broke into the song about how after 30 years of hard farming, the family farm had to be auctioned off (https://groups.google.com/forum/#!topic/alt.music.bluegrass/9lCgz7h4S0M). Its a great bluegrass song extremely well performed by the (relatively) local KR Bluegrass, but let me tell you, it was the saddest damn song Ive heard in a long long (long) time. The very next song they decided to cheer us up with was Orphan Train (http://www.heartlandstrainclub.org/OrphanTrain.html). Exceuse me!?!?! Are you singing about a freaking Orphan Train!?!?!?!
From that point on its was a bit more upbeat, but how could it possible not??
I love me some blues but "When I woke up this morning, the blues was on my mind"????
Ha, dont talk to me about the blues till youve boarded the Orphan Train after you lost the family farm!!
Sunday morning the Festival does a Gospel Worship. While I stongly support (surprise surprise) their right to do that, I have absolutely no desire to take part. Now understand, as I do, that gospel music IS a big bart of the bluegrass tradition and repertoire, and I love it for that and I love many of the songs themselves, but when I showed up Sun afternoon (after I felt that the Packers had things under control), there was a family group that prior to each song told us how Jesus was this and Jesus was all that (and a bag of chips) and without Jesus we were lost and doomed and whatnot.
Well Im happy you're in love with Jesus, Im just fine with that, but if you think you can tell me what supernatural path to follow or tell me the nature and future of my soul.... without me asking you.... well, screw you (quite frankly). Besides, your huge (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Quiverfull) family was musically mediocre.
There! I feel better.
Fairly recently the whole concept of Politically Correct speech seems to have poped it's head out of it's hidey hole, and you'd think it was some kind of freakish spawn of satan that no one ever saw before.
Look at us with our opposable thumbs! Aint we something??
So what is it with our attachment to tools?
Or is it just me. and I should start looking for a 12 step program?
Im sickened by what happened in Charlseton.
Im also sickened by the reluctance of some to call this a racist hate crime, as if we're somehow past all that (or something).
Im also sickened by the continued attempt of some to preserve some reverence for the confederate battle flag: medium.com/@thejohnprice/yes-you-re-a-racist-and-a-traitor-6c4bb12c5b63.
I could not have said it better myself.