A few weeks back we were on the way home and the muffler fell off the car. It decided to hang on by the barest of thread and so it dragged all the way home and made a hell of a racket.
I consider myself a do-it-yourself guy. Sort of like a modern day cave man: Even if I can’t do it well, shouldn’t do it; been warned not to do it, I’m doing it. So I got on-line found the parts locally: Muffler and tail-pipe turn down piece and after nearly having to take a nitro over the price I looked on Amazon, where I buy everything, and found the same parts for less than a third of the local discount auto bargain fix-it-yourself guys price. I determined that since I have Prime and free shipping I could get the parts in two days and so I ordered them.
The parts came after much finger clicking and tapping and cat petting (I didn’t have to pet the cat the cat just wanted to be petted). I spent two hours on a piece of cardboard from a shipping box wrestling the parts into submission. Ye-Haw, I thought. I know, not very caveman like, but I am not sure exactly what a caveman would say since they didn’t have Chevy’s to work on. I believe back then all they had was Fords.
Mom drove the car into town… Well toward town… She made it a mile and then I heard one hell of a racket out front. I was in the back in my office. It sounded like someone started a lawn mower: One of those old ones that the muffler had rotted off of. Well, I was half right, it did have something to do with mufflers. Curiosity lead me to the front of the house where mom informed me the muffler had fallen off.
If you are a caveman you do not believe in this. Things you fix stay fixed. Bears sleep through winter. Naked bodies should have hair on them… So, I refused to believe this. I went outside and looked under the car and sure enough the muffler had fallen off. Impossible I said, yet there was the evidence in front of me. A new muffler all scraped up from being dragged home by the tailpipe hanger.
This is the part where I said some cuss words we have all never used and then I got out my trusty cardboard and crawled back under the car. Hmmm, I said. And hmmm again, and then I looked forward to see why the muffler had fallen off as it was obvious the muffler had been torn loose as the clamp was still attached. That was when I noticed that the entire exhaust was on the ground. All of it… All the way to the front of the car at the catalytic convertor.
They pay almost $550.00 scrap for a junk car now and I thought, well, ol’ Chevy you are dead meat. I had visions of Breaking Bad and Walter and Jessie crushing up the Bounder. Sigh. But then I went back on-line, skipped the local’s this time and priced that front section of pipe to the header pipe. I assumed it was two pieces, maybe three. In the old days it would be, but it was all one piece. I found the same pipe, called the Resonator pipe because it has a built in resonator and a long pipe that joins to the catalytic converter and then extends to the wheel well and then all the way to the back of the car, for wide variances in the prices: From a few hundred to fifty bucks. I used a few more carefully chosen expletives having to do with things I use expletives for and then bought the pipe, a pair of ramps to drive the car up onto so my fat butt could crawl under the car, some clamps and some cat treats because the cat was right there and had seen the treats on my frequently ordered list and meowed. No stupid cat is my Houdini.
Yesterday I am editing a story and the last parts arrived and so I went out at noon and dragged out my now crumpled and smelly cardboard (It was rained on, and I think a neighborhood dog wizzed on it too) and went to work. Two things here: One; I am out of shape barely getting back on my feet, so I told myself I would go slowly, ha ha ha. Two, rotted, rusty pieces of metal are not having any happy thoughts at all, and this pipe system was no exception. I ended up having to cut the bolts off of the Catalytic convertor where the resonator pipe joins to get it loose, that was after an hour of prep work, um, crawling around looking at this and that and wishing it would fall off. After I cut the pipe loose I realized there is a reason they do these things in a garage on a lift. How to get the pipe out? So I jacked one side of the car up and gained enough room to get the old pipe out and the new pipe in. I called that car so many names it turned from silver to red.
Anyway, in with the new pipe, back on with the muffler, all new hangers, bolts, clamps and voila a new system was in place. I went back into my cave with the other cave men and grunted with satisfaction. Tomorrow we are going hunting… er editing…
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Michael Watson is the captain of an inner galaxy cruiser: He Purchased Star Dancer right out of school and has spent the last twenty years running people and supplies to outposts within the confines of the Solar System and the established bases on the Moon, Mars and Saturn’s moons. The times are changing though and the big money is in the longer out of system runs. To do that he’ll need a crew and a bigger ship, but he has the ambition and the rest just might fall into place.
A new navigator, the beautiful Petra starts him thinking in a new direction and not just about Star Cruising. Maybe the next few flights for Star Dancer will be her last and he and Petra can set their sights on bigger adventures out beyond the stars…
The virus is designed to live within the host, but it can stay alive in a dead body for days, even if the body is frozen. In fact that just freezes the virus too; once the body is thawed it will infect any living person that comes along. So those,” he pointed to the silver cartridges, “are overkill. Same stuff is being released across the globe. Great Briton… Germany… Australia… West coast just a few hours ago. Manhattan, all of the East Coast in fact. I want the two of you to head out from here. One vial here, then one of you heads west, the other south. Go for the bigger cities… Water supplies… Reservoirs… Release it in the air or water, it doesn’t matter. There are men heading out from the south, the west coast. The Air Force will be dispersing the same stuff via cargo planes tomorrow or the next day… As long as they can fly, if we can even make it that long and that isn’t looking really good right now…”
“The virus is designed to live within the host, but it can stay alive in a dead body for days, even if the body is frozen. In fact that just freezes the virus too; once the body is thawed it will infect any living person that comes along. So those,” he pointed to the silver cartridges, “are overkill.”
He had hidden out for three days until the word had trickled down to him that it was him, they were looking for to hand over to some federal agents from the U.S. It hadn’t taken much to put two and two together. He had managed to get a beat-up old Ford pickup truck and then filled-fifty-five-gallon drums full of gasoline that rode on the back of it. He set off into the desert.
Rode the limited was a song I wrote about a train ride I took in the early nineties from Alabama to New York. It was an awesome experience and the song is pretty much a microcosm of the trip. There was much more, but the song was already too long so I centered on the things that will probably be with me for life.
The rhythm is finger picked, so it may sound a little odd to you. I play all of my own instruments and I layer the instruments to put the band together. That is kind of strange since I have a musical family, it’s just that none of us have been able to get together to do something like this. I would love to some day, but chances are I would still run it through my DAW because I would still want to play with the sound.
I use LMMS for a DAW. I use Audacity to record raw tracks and I have it packed with several hundred FX I have collected over the years. I have two mics on booms, and all the live stuff is piped through an 8 channel EQ with phantom power for the mics.
LMMS. Click the image to go to their site or download
Audacity. Click the image to visit their site or download
The drums come from Hydrogen or a program called Chord Pulse. Both are awesome. I write the music out, Chord Pulse can then assemble a band to play it. I record that to a raw MIDI file and both LMMS and Hydrogen Drum Machine can use that information to assemble the music.
Hydrogen Drum Machine. Click to visit their site or download
Chord Pulse. Click to visit their site or download
At that point I can change any of those MIDI tracks into anything I want. A guitar to organ? Can do. Piano keyboard to a drum beat? Yes. It is awesome, and sometimes I have to stop myself or I’ll spend months putting together a song like I did with A Minor or War at Home.
Hope you enjoy the song…
Tina Turner is a name that carries a lot of weight in the entertainment industry. Her immense talent and powerful voice made her one of the greatest performers of all time. She rose to fame with her powerful vocals and electrifying performances. Tina Turner’s music career spanned over five decades, during which she sold over 100 million records, making her one of the best-selling female artists of all times. But Tina Turner will always be revered not only for her music but also for the incredible story of her life.
However, her life was not always easy. Despite facing numerous challenges, Tina Turner managed to rise above it all and become a cultural icon.
Early Life and Career Born Anna Mae Bullock in 1939, Tina Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee. She began singing at a young age and quickly gained a reputation as a talented performer. She was born on November 26, 1939, to Zelma Priscilla and Floyd Richard Bullock. Her parents separated when she was a child, and she and her sister were raised by their grandmother. It was her grandmother who introduced her to singing, taking her to the local Baptist church where she discovered gospel music.
In the 1950s, she moved to St. Louis and began her career as a singer. It was there that she met Ike Turner, who became her musical partner and husband. The two of them gained popularity as the Ike and Tina Turner Revue, with their hit song “River Deep, Mountain High.”
Ike was already making music in the blues circuit. They started working together, and soon, Ike took her under his wing, renaming her Tina Turner. The duo released a string of hits, including “A Fool in Love,” “River Deep – Mountain High,” and “Proud Mary.”
Despite their professional success, their marriage was tumultuous, and Tina endured physical and emotional abuse from Ike. It was only in 1976 that Tina Turner walked out on Ike, taking nothing but the clothes on her back. She had no money, no job, and two teenage sons to raise. She struggled to make a living initially, but she didn’t give up.
Solo Career and Comeback After leaving Ike in 1976, Tina Turner struggled to re-establish herself as a solo artist. It wasn’t until her 1984 album “Private Dancer” that she regained widespread success. The album spawned hits like “What’s Love Got to Do with It” and “Better Be Good to Me.” Tina Turner’s comeback was complete, and her popularity grew even more with subsequent albums and tours.
Death and Legacy Tina Turner retired from performing in 2009. Her legacy, however, lives on. In 2018, a musical about her life and career, “Tina: The Tina Turner Musical,” premiered in London and subsequently moved to Broadway. Tina Turner’s powerful voice and energetic performances continue to inspire generations of performers. Her personal story of overcoming adversity is a testament to the strength of the human spirit and a reminder of the importance of standing up for oneself.
In conclusion, Tina Turner was a true star in every sense of the word. Her life and career are a testament to her talent, resilience, and determination. Her legacy will continue to inspire and influence people for generations to come.
Her spokesperson said: “Tina Turner, the ‘Queen of Rock ‘n’ Roll’ died peacefully today at the age of 83 after a long illness in her home in Kusnacht near Zurich, Switzerland.”
“With her, the world loses a music legend and a role model.”