One night down at the town swimming hole a few friends decide to climb the flag pole. Person A climbs up and yells in triumph. Now of course there was booze involved so the rope was soon grabbed and pulled on vigorously. Since there was now about 160 pounds of extra weight on the top of the pole it was soon swaying very nicely. What fun! I soon was yelling “I want to try it!” Ok, up I go. It was pretty exciting being about 20 feet up in the cool night air on top of a flag pole. Top of the world Ma! Shortly the rope was grabbed again and off I went! Wow! This was better than an amusement park ride and the laughter was intense from all involved. Things were starting to get out of hand because it was getting harder and harder to hold on as the pole swayed more and more violently. Then, just when I though I was going to fly off, the pole bent! Of course the rope was pulled more until I was standing on the ground still holding the pole! Ever seen a flag pole bent to the ground? Strange. We soon retreated far far away to a distant land… You might think this is the end of the story but even after seeing in the town newspaper a picture and description on the incident, about one week later, we were there back again. There was the flagpole standing upright only it was a few feet shorter. The bent section had been cut off and the now the different sized pipes were inserted one inside the other. It was fixed! Can you guess what happens next? Yup, up I go to the top of pole and was all to soon swaying vigorously again. It was even better the second time because the pole was just a little shorter so the resonance was faster and more intense. So was the laughter as it got harder and harder to hold on. Well, the pole didn’t bend this time, it snapped right off! Have you ever been shot out of a cannon? Neither have I but I know now what it must be like. Lucky though that the pole did not hit me because I landed farther away then the length of the pole, facing 180 degrees opposite than when launched, and on my ass in soft sand. I can still remember clearly one of the most intense fits of laughter from four people ever heard before and echoes of it can still be heard today years later.
Remember your mother saying "you'll shoot your eye out"? Well, she was right! Anyway, the natural progression out of bb gun fights into adulthood was to use chemical propellant devices aka sky rockets. All kinds from whistling and explosive tipped to plain old whoosh kind. Nothing mixes better than booze, 4 or 5 guys, and fireworks right? We even went so far as to make guns to hold the projectiles for better aiming. I will never forget the time person A was in a tree attacking. A great vantage point but unfortunately a static position without much cover. He was soon outnumbered and promptly surrendered when full firepower was brought to bear on his position. I even got a confirmed kill but luck had it that person B jumped at the last second and got hit in the thigh instead of the balls. BOOM! A thoroughly intoxicated person C tried to ambush troop movements and had a 6 ouncer go of in his hands. That was such a pretty and colorful example of what it's like to be "Dancing with a Skyrocket". While he was distracted with his "date" we fiercely attacked with small arms (firecrackers) and during the engagement the defiant target was heard yelling "you chicken pussies" as the explosive flashes gave a real cool strobe effect.
Music is music. Whether recorded on a $10 michrophone or in a multi-million dollar studio by some hot shot sound monkey. Just image all the resources that go into producing all the "BIG" hits just to have millions listening on a speaker the size of an ants ass. I wonder how the bass players feels about that. Oh, I am a bass player and why bother if all your work is lost because of no bass resonse in the previously metioned ant ass speaker. lol Music is music. Whether it's accompanied by lyrics or not. Melodic storytelling (singing) is an adventure for the listener to follow, A setting for a mood, interesting, and the center of attention for a piece of music. Instrumental music, even if it's done with a human voice, can speak thoughts and feelings without words and the listener interprets their own mood or story that's being told using their own imagination and creativity instead of being led along. Even though the spoken word is the single most important sound humans attune to, (except of course maybe the sound of a car that's about to hit you that you can't hear because of the peanut speakers in your ears) how long could you listen to a capella all the time before you go crazy. Respect artists that compose and perform even if you don't care for that particular style. A lot of time, creativity, and hard work go into producing music and contrary to popular beliefs music is not free. It has a price paid by the lifetimes of devotion and perseverance. Support your favorite independent artist, even a little means a lot to them!