MAB,
I think maybe I started the band in the box conversation by telling KevMo I did indeed like the sounds he comes up with on his BIAB. Sadly before bragging on KevMo I gave him my grumpy old man's opinion about lyrics and open mic songs. I sometimes forget the purpose of the open mic is to both showcase finished material, as well as post a song in the works for opinions and suggestions. So you and KevMo are correct in that regard.
Also; I have to apologize to KevMo for bashing his lyrics because he writes in a different style than myself. KevMo likes his pop/alternative music and his lyrics reflect that type of style. Nothing wrong with that at all; and I do enjoy his melodies; so KevMo the Old Dog is sorry for being such a pain in the a** again. I'm glad know your read along but never take my comments to heart.
While the Old Dog is in the 'apologetic' mood, I have to reach out to my buddy The Kid. Kid, I hope you know if OD picks on you and tells a story about you, I am only showing my affection in a weird, twisted way. I actually love being your friend and I find teasing you as a sign of my affection. I truly do care about your feelings; but not as much as you may think. Ha!!! (just teasin).
Speaking of alologetic moods, I recently called one of my old workmates to apologize for my behavior the last few years of my work career. The Old Dog had some personal issues I was not man enough to deal with, and it effected my work and my attitude. I accidently got the wrong number and apologized in detail to The MAB before he got a chance to speak. Talk about embarassing. Anyway, I traveled 2 1/2 hours to the home of a former work buddy to attend a party he was having.
It all started 15 years ago before most of us were of retirement age. My friend Steve Taylor had just bought 70 acres in southern Ohio to build a new home and prepare for his dream retirement spot. The first building he built was a small cabin for him to stay in while he spent weekends building a driveway (about a 1/4 of a mile through trees and hills to the spot he eventually built a home. It's pretty hard to find the driveway; so forget about seeing the house from the road. Steve and his lovely wife Sheila have a paradise to wake up to every morning. They tell stories about multiple deer and once saw about 30 wild turkeys in their yard.
Steve and his buddy Donny Hoover (a really good banjo picker) played a lot of bluegrass over the years and in the first year at the cabin (of what became an annual party), it was all bluegrass with the Old Dog recruited to play bass along with them. Steve soon began inviting friends, family, and the public to attend and it became quite a night of food, friendship, and music. A neighbor soon started attending that was a great singer that played rhythm guitar and knew a ton of country songs. We soon became a (once a year only) band that included my Brother Blake on drums, and several musicians that wanted to play along.
Last Friday night we were happy to have Whey Jennings, the grandson of Waylon Jennings join us from Cincinnati Ohio. Whey is the son of the oldest child of a previous marriage before Waylon and Jessie Coltter. Scooter Jennings is the only child from Waylon's marriage to Jessie, and I have to admit Whey is a much better singer that Scooter. However that is just my opinion. Neither of them are ever going to make it in the modern country scene; however Scooter has some limited success and Whey is way behind him.
So the Old Dog had a nice weekend; but wonders if I'll make the trip next year. I'm getting way to comfy at home in my jammies and further away from what The MAB teaches. I hope the rest of you pay attention and follow everything The MAB talks about.
OD