Before We Fell or: We Live On


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Here we are, September 10. Today, 18 years ago, my ex-wife and I found out that we were going to be parents. We were on a high. The emotions were grand. The world our oyster, now, right?

We told our parents. We relished in the news. This is what we should have been looking forward to. We were going to raise this kid in a world full of hope and promise. And then…

That Tuesday came. Early morning, September 11, 2001. I had just gotten out of the shower and walked into the bedroom where the news was reporting that a (small) plane had hit one of the “Twin Towers” of the World Trade Center. Hmmm, I said. And prepared to go on about my business. I turned the television on in the living room and as I was watching the Today show, a second plane hit the other tower and we all knew at that moment, this was no accident and the world was to never be the same. We knew it the whole time. We felt it. We lived it. We didn’t have to live in New York, or Washington or Shanksville, PA to have our collective teeth kicked down our throats.

This high that we were riding was a sudden crash. We were gonna rule the world and suddenly, why would we ever bring a child into this world? Well, we did, thankfully. 3B was born in May and our lives have never been the same. His mother and I have been separated most of his life, but we’ve remained friends and we make decisions about him together. The BCPF has been with him for most of his life, too. She’s probably more strict on him than anyone.

So, even though the world fell apart the next day, and even though we thought it was a tragic world we’d expose him to, we did and he’s a wonderful young man today. He works hard and sometimes does his school work. But, he’s a respectful dude and he’s a protector of those he loves and cares for. I guess I couldn’t ask for more.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“He who fears he will suffer already suffers because he fears.” — Michel De Montaigne

A Pathetic Showing or: Calling It In


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I have to say that I am a huge Steelers fan. I love my team. I will always love my team. But I was so disappointed and sickened from that ridiculous showing last night. Yeah, we are without Antonio Brown and I’m pretty sure there should be a tampering investigation into the Patriots/AB scenario, but they didn’t really even show up.yellow-applied-icon-wall-decals-nfop2601-64_600

I mean the receivers were getting no separation and when they did, Ben was either over-throwing them or they weren’t catching what he was sending. The defense was stopping no one and everything Brady threw was caught. Everything the Patriots ran at the Steelers gained yards. Very little was for a loss. But, on the Steelers side, they were stopped on almost everything. THREE points. THREE DANGED POINTS!!!

It was a ridiculous, stupid showing. We shouldn’t have even shown up. That’s awful.

Luckily, it was the first game and there’s still plenty of time for them to straighten up their act. Let’s hope they do. Mike Tomlin has got to get everyone in gear. I’m still a fan. I still love my team. But, stop that crap!!

Until tomorrow, still peeved…
Scorp out!

“It won’t define us if we don’t let it.” – Mike Tomlin

Spinning Sunday or: The Haul 9/7/19


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Yesterday, The BCPF and I got to attend a 60th birthday bash unlike either of us had seen before. The Michael family (the awesome owners of Yamas!, Cin-Cin, Waldo’s Wings and Mama Zöe Michael’s restaurants) celebrated the matriarch’s milestone and the shindig was amazing! That’s their business and I won’t go on about it, but I want to extend a big thank you to the family for allowing us to be part of it.


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Now, we had breakfast at First Watch, got to see Daniel Butner and his wife outside of Underdog Records and then got to see Jonathan. Our haul is small but we enjoyed it. Here it is:

  • The Who – My Generation — #237 on the RS list this is the debut album by The Who. The album came out in 1965 and in 1967 a music writer for Esquire said it was the hardest rock in history. At the time, yeah, it was. Another writer said it was the heaviest of mod pop ever recorded. I’ll agree with that, too. It’s a good album, a really good debut. This is in mono. New.
  • Radiohead – Kid A — #67 on the RS list. I think that is way too high. It’s not my favorite Radiohead. It’s okay. I went back to read what I wrote about this album when I did the RS list. Here’s what I said: As I said, it’s not bad, just not my thing. I see its importance, but don’t see how it rates higher than OK Computer and The Bends. Both are far superior albums in my opinion. Even Pablo Honey is better than this. Didn’t dig. Not much has changed. It’s 2xLP and new.
  • Elliott Smith – Roman Candle — When I first met The BCPF and realized she liked indie rock and modern folksy stuff, Elliott Smith was the first artist she told me about. He’s tragic because of his life and because of his death. This is his debut album and was recorded in his basement. It is very lo-fi but very Elliott Smith. A good album that showed the talent that would only get better as time went on, even if his troubles got in the way. New.
  • Prince And The Revolution – Parade — The follow-up to the follow-up, I call this. The follow up was Around the World in a Day, which, of course, followed Purple Rain. This was the fourth and final album with “the Revolution” before doing it eponymously for the next one, Sign o’ The Times. It was the soundtrack for Under the Cherry Moon the film that Prince wrote, directed and starred in. It was pretty awful, really. There are some bright spots on this album (“Venus de Milo,” “Sometimes It Snows in April,” “Anotherloverholenyohead,” and of course, “Kiss), but mostly it was scattered and weird. Am I glad I have it? Oh yeah! I’ve never owned it before in any medium, so I’m glad to have it. Just not my favorite Prince. EX/VG++.
  • The Tarwater Band – Walking Across Egypt — This is signed by Clyde Edgerton who played banjo, piano and sang. When I look up Tarwater on Wikipedia, it only shows a duo from Germany. This isn’t that, I don’t think. “Walking Across Egypt” only shows a movie from 1999 starring Ellen Byrnston and Mark Hammil and other folks. So, I really don’t know what this is, but The BCPF picked it up. So, we’ll see. VG+.
  • Heart – Dog & Butterfly — The fourth album from Heart. Musically, this was more on track to what Heart was doing with Little Queen than it’s actual follow-up Magazine. There was the whole skirmish between the band and Mushroom Records at that time, too. This did well, was on the charts for a while and had two hits, the title track and “Straight On.” VG++.

A lot of stuff had been acquired at Underdog Records over the week and was out for purchase and I jumped on some of that. There are some cool stereo receivers and turntables for sale, too. Go in and see what Jonathan has going on. And, listen to each new episode of The Less Desirables to hear what the TLD/UR special of the week is. I use Discogs to keep track of my collection while I’m in the record store and also see what my friends may or may not have. It’s a cool app/website.

Until tomorrow, keep spinning…
Scorp out!

“People try to put us d-down just because we get around. Things they do look awful c-c-cold. I hope I die before I get old.” – “My Generation” (Townshend)

Sounds Like Saturday or: Cars (Not Those Cars)


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Today is the FORTIETH anniversary of Gary Numan’s The Pleasure Principle which had his biggest hit, “Cars.” A decade ago, he did a live version with Nine Inch Nails and that’s what I’m playing today. Enjoy!

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“Here in my car, I feel safest of all. I can lock all my doors. It’s the only way to live, in cars.” – “Cars” (Numan)

Affair of the Hard or: Don’t Talk to Blisters


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Today, I picked up my bass guitar for the first time in over a year. Yep. A year. I love playing bass. I love when I play with my friends. What I don’t love is learning songs and I don’t like rehearsals. Both are necessary evils, though. And I get that.


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So, I picked up the bass to learn ten Rick Springfield songs to play with Clay for Friday Night Music Club next week. Springfield isn’t known for complex tunes, necessarily. But, what is difficult is keeping up with all the changes. That’s really the hard part.

To make matters worse is that outside of “Jessie’s Girl,” there’s not a lot of tablature of his songs. To non-musicians, that means someone has taken the time to do music notation, including what fret on what string and so on, for us. I don’t necessarily have to have that, but being as I’m a year out of practice, it was harder for me to pull down the progressions. Of the ten songs, I have seven of them that I feel confident that I can pull off for rehearsal (ugh) on Tuesday. The other three, I’m not even familiar with so that’s going to be a little more difficult. One of those has no bass at all. It’s all synths and it’s arpeggio sequencing (the synth is set up to play these automatically). But, Clay wants me to make up a bass line from that. I can’t even figure out what key it’s in. whine-stomp-moan

I spent 3 hours playing these songs yesterday. I had to use a different method that before because I’m out of writable CDs. So, I had to play through my stereo system and have my bass amp there to play out loud. I decided to stand instead of sit because I sit way too much. I ended up getting over 7000 steps yesterday. About 5500 of it was from this. This means that I learned songs, I got exercise, I sweat like I was on stage, my feet hurt, my back hurts, my shoulder hurts, even though I have a light bass, and I feel good about it. So there.

Okay, I’m off to bed, early.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“Fais l’amour avec moi. Viens dormir, mon amour. Je t’aime donne moi ton coeur ce soir” – “Don’t Talk to Strangers” (Springfield)

Football is Back or: A Decent Start


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So finally! The 100th season of the NFL has started. My fantasy defense did okay. Could have been better had the Bears offense could have done more, but whatever.

Oh! And while I hate it for 3B (he had him on one of his teams), I have to laugh that A.B. is being held out and possibly could be suspended and lose his $30M guaranteed money. He was a whiney little byotch when he was a Steeler but he was our whiney little byotch. Now, he’s someone else’s problem and he’s an even bigger piece of crud than when he was in Pittsburgh. Karma is just like you, pal. nfl 100.jpg

This is going to be a short post, just like yesterday but I’ve put in an extra-long day and I’m just too giddy that football is back. Thanks for reading. I’ll try to write a longer one tomorrow.

Until then, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“Not a lot is clear yet other than that the Raiders say that A.B. should stay home today. They’re trying to work through their relationship with him. We haven’t heard anything about a potential decision yet. My hope is there won’t be a suspension. I’m not aware of any as of yet. That’s their decision. I’m working with them to try and avoid that scenario.” – Drew Rosenhaus

No Pep on the Back or: TLD Balanced


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Tonight on The Less Desirables, we had my friend Melissa Curran from Scented Balance on and she talked about being a certified aromatherapist and Bethany talks about the thing you don’t do with peppermint oil.


You can listen HERE.

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Scorp out!

“I’m here to help you find your happy, feel less stressed, manage your pain, soothe your emotions and feel like you can take on the world – and win.” – Melissa Curran

My Ultimate Super Power or: I’m Delicious


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Essentially, through my entire adult life, I’ve struggled with my weight. I’ve fluctuated up and down, huge, big, whatever. Currently, I’m the biggest I’ve ever been. I’m over 300 lbs. I go between 302-314. At least those are when I can bring myself to actually get on the scale.


©Sam the Cooking Guy

Now, what bothers me the most isn’t that I am fat. Yes, I said it. Fat. F-A-T. Fat. It doesn’t bother me to say that. It doesn’t bother me that I am fat (like I said). What bothers me is how I feel whilst being fat. I’m sluggish. Lethargic. Mopey. Slow. I ache. I hurt. The adjectives go on. I am working on that with Liz Hronek, Miss Fit Boss.

But, that’s not the point of this post.

I was reading another blogger’s post, from someone who simply goes by Your Fat Friend. I would love for you to read this post. Please. Do it for me. She brings up a lot of points that I agree with. Really, there’s nothing in here that I disagree with. She just lays it out that being called fat shouldn’t be a stigma or meant as mean. You don’t feel bad for telling someone, “hey! your hair is brown” or, “your car is lime green!” I mean, you may be silly for that, but you’re just stating the obvious. I know my hair is was brown and my last car was lime green. I know I’m fat and I think I wear it well.

Do I wish I didn’t wear it at all? Well, yes. But, there’s a lot of factors stacked against me.

First off, I do two podcasts (minimum) that have to do with beer/alcohol. So, I drink beer. It’s the ultimate sin to taste and spit it out. Only in wine competitions do I do that. I’m also a foodie. My social media revolves around food, I have a food podcast, I write a food blog. There’s a lot of food. A lot of good food.

I embrace and joke about my fatness. I sometimes say that fat is my superpower, if not my beard. Also, I love what Sam the Cooking Guy says, “if fat means flavor (and it does) then I’m f*****g delicious!”

So, what I’m saying (and what Your Fat Friend says) is don’t feel like you’re being mean for saying I’m fat. Only if it’s meant maliciously is it mean. Otherwise, you’re just stating facts.

I’m going to grab a big fat something and eat it right now…

Until tomorrow, I’m still fat…
Scorp out!

“Your Fat Friend writes anonymously about the social realities of life as a very fat person.” – Your Fat Friend (website)

The Wooden Gift or: We All Celebrate Today


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At 7am (our time) this morning marked the fifth anniversary of The BCPF’s and my wedding day. It was noon local time. I’m actually reprinting the story as told by me on September 9, 2014.

Alright, it’s time for the wedding story. So The BCPF had stuffed her wedding dress into a vacuum bag and sucked the dickens out of the bag until it was a brick of white mess. Of course, I had to take her word for it because I didn’t get to see it. As I mentioned in the last post, I already had the kilt and had to do the “hiring” of the accessories. She unleashed the dress and handed it off to the concierge (or the castle’s equivalent) and they sent it off to have it pressed. So we were set. We got up, had breakfast (more haggis and black pudding), and then went back to the lobby to wait for what-happens-next.

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We had hired a wedding planner, Kimmie Brown of Litú, was a treat and a lifesaver for us. Kimmie handled getting all the paperwork put together, she and her husband, George (updated: George has since passed away, RIP, George), served as our witnesses, she got the piper, Andrew, hired the photographer, Michaela Waddell, and lined up and directing us through the process of the registrar. Priceless, I tell ya, priceless. Also, we had already pre-selected our vows and ceremonies. So when the time came, we were pretty much prepared. I put on the kilt kit that turned into a much more involved procedure than putting on a tuxedo. The kilt shirt, first. The kilt, next. The waistcoat, the socks, the flashes, the ghillie brogues (shoes) and then the sporran (the man purse of awesomeness), which held it (mostly) in place. The Prince Charlie jacket was next to last and then the sgian-dubh (pronounced skee-un-doo) which is a small knife that rounds out the ensemble. I’ve lost a bit of weight since I was originally fitted for the kilt so it was a bit loose. Tradition says that I don’t wear a belt with the Prince Charlie jacket, but in the future, I certainly will wear one (I have already purchased one to wear once back home). And the part everyone has asked me… yes, I went unbreeched. Aye, that means I didn’t wear anything under the kilt. If you’re gonna do it, do it Scottish, I say.

I wasn’t allowed anywhere near The BCPF while she got ready, but when it was time for the wedding (noon for us in Edinburgh, 7pm for our friends back home), the piper piped me downstairs to the “gun room.” The gun room doubles as a chapel for the religious ceremonies and we used it as a location for our civil, non-religious, ceremony. The registrar talked with me a few minutes and then Andrew piped The BCPF down to the door and then after making sure she was ready, piped her down to me. She was BEAUTIFUL. I don’t have pics of her at the altar, just yet, so we’ll have to wait until the photographer sends me the collection. I cried, no shame in telling. We exchanged words, vows, and rings. We kissed. We signed the paperwork. Michaela shot us all over the grounds of the castle and that was it. It truly was much more glamorous than I just described but without pictures, I can’t do it justice. It was simple but wonderful. She was my wife, my bride, my life’s partner – which she already was. Dang, I love that woman!

But, as is the story of our lives, there was no rest for the wicked. We had to jump out of our formal wear and into civilian clothes and run back into town to get our last-minute shopping done. We bought stuff for 3B (my 12-year old son) and my mother. We had reservations at the castle for dinner so we headed back and took our place in the Library Bar, drank some complimentary champagne, talked to a slew of Americans who were also taking holiday, and then went down to the Dungeon Dining Room to have our wedding supper.

We started with an amuse-bouche which included a mushroom mousse and bread. The BCPF had a chicken pate and I had beef carpaccio. Our minds not being still and sound at the time, I forget what the actual dish was, but there is a picture of it. For the main course, she had a slab of pork and I had venison with beet sauce. I’ve never been big on venison (or beets for that matter), but man this was delicious. For dessert, I had a raspberry flan dish, and of course, Grand Marnier. A truly lovely food experience.

I still get giddy about it and love telling the story. I could have rewritten the whole thing but I think writing about it just one week after, it was fresher in my mind and I don’t think I could have done it justice.

So, to Stephanie, my The BCPF, I love you profusely and am happy with my life with you. And, thanks to everyone for celebrating our anniversary today. You call it Labor Day, but to us, it’s so much more!

Until tomorrow, same blog channel…
Tim out!

“I like being married. It’s an institution that I like.” – Aretha Franklin

Spinning Sunday or: The Haul 8/31/19


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Let me start by saying I had a great time singing with the Vagabond Saints Society last night. I would have liked to have had one more song, but it was fun hanging with my buddies.



The BCPF and I had a mostly regular day, outside of leaving home early to a) get a parking space and b) go eat at Crafted before the VSS show. We, of course, got to get by and say hey to Jonathan and walk out with some good records. Here’s the haul:

  • The Black Crowes – Shake Your Money Maker — I have never been a fan of the Black Crowes and when this album came out, I hated it. I think because I was forced to play “Jealous Again” in a band and I didn’t like playing it. Actually, as I’ve gotten older, I really like this album including “Jealous.” But, I still hate “Hard to Handle” with a passion, no matter who’s doing it. I just really hate it. But, other than that, the entire album is a gem. My favorite song on the album starts it off, “Twice as Hard.” New.
  • Bon Iver – i,i — The BCPF loves Justin Vernon, aka Bon Iver. I liked this album but really, I couldn’t figure out what his point was. It was a lot of samples, backward recordings, and electronic fills. Again, I like that, but, it wasn’t really what Bon Iver has been about. I’m okay with it, just… “?” New.
  • Iggy Pop – The Idiot — This is a 4 Men With Beards reissue of Iggy’s 1977 debut solo album and it was produced by David Bowie. It’s a bit different from Iggy’s work with the Stooges and in retrospect, Bowie felt bad that he pretty much had grown fatigued in what he had been doing and wanted to get behind someone else’s work. It turned out that it’s basically a Bowie-style album with Jim Osterberg (Iggy’s real name) singing. Iggy’s version of “China Girl” is pretty good. I liked this album. NM.
  • Journey – In The Beginning – 1975-1977 — I’ve talked many times about how I’m not a fan of pre-Steve Perry Journey. I’m not a huge fan of Gregg Rolie and am a fan of “hits.” That being said, this 2xLP collection of tunes from the first three Journey albums is pretty fantastic. They were more proggy than pop-rock at this time. But, I can’t say anything bad about any of it. I really enjoyed listening. VG+.
  • Gospel Music – How To Get To Heaven From Jacksonville, FL — I know nothing about this band/artist. What I do know is that they/he is on Kill Rock Stars, the label that is best known for their commitment to underground punk and alt-rock in Portland, Oregon and Olympia, Washington. We haven’t listened to it, yet, but we will. Probably today. EX/VG++
  • Marvin Gaye – Marvin Gaye’s Greatest Hits — It seems this is from Turkey but is on the Tamla label.  It is from 1977 and spans a good bit of his career. VG.
  • Nat King Cole – Nat King Cole Sings His Songs From Cat Ballou And Other Motion Pictures — It was an album from Nat King Cole that we didn’t have and hey it was in the $1 bin. But, it’s in great condition. VG+.
  • Ouro Negro and Berta Cardoso – A Visit To Portugal — Portugal is a target of a possible trip to Europe next year with The Beer Dads family. We also love collecting music from other countries so double bonus! Triple bonus is that this was in the $1 bin. Quadruple bonus is that it’s also in VG+.

Jonathan has a bit of used equipment that he’s collecting. Not really collecting but he’s prepping for sale. So if you or someone you know is in the market for a new (to them) turntable, receiver or heck, even an 8-track changer (yeah, that exists), then go by 835 Burke Street and check these things out! Tell him that The Less Desirables sent you! Speaking of, listen to each episode of The Less Desirables to hear what the TLD/UR special of the week is! And, use Discogs to track your collection, no matter what the media format. If you do, share it with me. Contact me for the hookup!

Until tomorrow, keep spinnin’…
Scorp out!

“Nightclubbing, we’re nightclubbing. We’re what’s happening. Nightclubbing, we’re nightclubbing. We’re an ice machine. We see people brand new people. They’re something to see.” – “Nightclubbing” (Pop/Bowie)