Hammer Mill Days

Not running again, eh? Try knocking it upside the head again. Harder. HARDER! Oh, wait ... you knocked its head off. That's probably too hard. Oh well.... Hey, welcome to the house of Big Green - that abandoned hammer mill we call home, because all of the groups live together. Just trying to get down to recording some new material, old material ... whatever! If we can just get our technology to work for five minutes. (Actually, three and a half minutes would do, since this is pop music.) Seriously, we've got some old gear, folks. It's almost as old as our asses. I'm not even talking tape recorders .... I'm talking wire recorders. I'm talking those wax record cutting machines they used when John-boy was being interviewed by a radio station on The Waltons after he got swindled by the vanity press dude. (Oh, you thought I forgot, didn't you? Mr. TV Swindler!) Ahem. Anyhow, we really are running on three cylinders down in Big Green's clubhouse recordin...

Another turn at the fire hose. Man, this is kind of dizzying. We've just seen a week in which the President has essentially undone the clean power plant rules, scuttled the Paris Accords on climate change, approved the Keystone XL pipeline project, and escalated his attacks on undocumented residents and on the poor miserable souls in Iraq, Syria, and Yemen who cope with our bombs on a daily basis. I could write five posts, but that would take the rest of human history, so suffice with this sorry tirade on foreign policy. I didn't want to let the week go by without saying something about the hundred-plus killed in a coalition raid in Mosul. Civilian deaths have been on the rise in that conflict since our military began its air assault on the more densely populated western side of Mosul. Well, that's predictable enough. We are fighting the legacy of the previous decade's catastrophic policy, which was itself a response to another previous decade's catastrophic polic...