The Goat Pen

You couldn’t be more of a simp, could you?

He's been around a lot longer than a year. Took me a minute to jump on the bandwagon, but I'm glad I did. The kid (well, I say kid, I think he's 30 years old) is very talented and the band is tight. Looking forward to many years of watching his act evolve...

It's not for me but when I see it I'll post it here for you guys. That's who I am. I'm here, for you.

Since when?

Not you fuck face.

Damn. Fair nuff. Least Dave didn’t come in and hold your hand tho. That would have kilt me.

found this

Blue Monday on instruments available in the 1930s

That's good...

the bass line for that song was a riff developed from the Clint Eastwood western A Few Dollars More

That's plausible, and very cool if true...

I wish someone would pause your life from outside the sim and forget to hit play.

WTF?

Still figuring out these death wish things. Clearly need more practice.

:47 mark

I met Bernard Sumner in Chapel Hill after a Joy Division / New Order show he put on with (obviously) new members. It was about 6 years ago, they played at the Cat's Cradle, which is right beside a Hampton Inn which we were staying at. Evidently, so were they. We met them after the show at a bar across the street and then again the next morning at the breakfast buffet at the hotel. Nice guy...

that's cool

I went down the rabbit hole of that yesterday and was listening to Kraftwerk

The synthesizer was a new toy back then, people were doing some amazing stuff with it.

I used to move pianos as a side gig for a music store in town. The guy that ran the store was obviously gay. They had a black guy that did instrument repair and he hated the gay guy.

So one day they get this Korg synth in the store, first one in Paducah , it cost a small fortune and they were proud of it so they put it on display like a 1950's hardware store would display a TV.

The gay guy ended up firing the black guy so in retaliation the black guy figured out how to record his voice on the Korg, and every time you played a key on it, instead of playing a note it would say " "David is gay" adjusting his voice to whatever note with the key and the gay guy was all pissed off because he wasn't technically savvy enough to figure out how to make it stop so they had to put it in the back until the sales rep would come back into town.

I quit and moved off to college before he got it stopped.

That’s hilarious!

A piano mover in Paducah? That sounds like the Maytag repairman...

I wish I had some fun piano moving stories. Honestly I forgot I even did it until that synth story popped into my head.

I do remember us delivering a piano to an event room at Barkley lodge and gay guy was driving the panel truck. So we pull into the parking lot and there are a bunch - well, maybe 7 Harley riders there who looked a little rough, they were wearing leathers with membership patches and generally they wanted to be left alone, however gay guy needs to pull the truck up to the ramp in the concrete where their bikes were parked, and being the generally blunt and entitled talker that gay men from the 80's were wont to do (that's a phrase I haven't used in awhile), he in a very flamboyantly gay voice told them to move their bikes, he had a wedding he had to deliver a piano for, for which they promptly told him to fuck himself, which lead to him trying to wedge the panel truck between a sidewalk and a park ranger truck. He failed, hit the park ranger truck and got the bumpers tangled to where he lifted the ranger truck off the ground.

This resulted in the bikers laughing hysterically, literally bent over slapping their knees. Well gay guy has a melt down inside the panel truck and starts screaming in a half scared half angry type moment. Thru sheer power of rocking the panel truck back and forth, he gets the bumpers untangled, assesses the situation and leaves, without us delivering the piano for the wedding.

That was my last day moving pianos. I never saw or talked to him again.

I can only imagine the park ranger coming out from taking a shit or whatever he was doing and seeing his bumper mangled, then glancing a look over that those bikers who tries to tell him a gay piano mover from Paducah is the culprit he is looking for.