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USMB Coffee Shop IV
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You can't evolve past Shania Twain...
You like Shania? I like some of her stuff, but I have a hard time thinking of her as really country. She is one of those cross over singers that is as much pop as country, sort of like Taylor Swift.
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This was my idea of country back in the day..........
Yes, that group did have some good songs. As did Alabama, The Oak Ridge Boys, Little Texas, Rascal Flatts, Lady Antebellum, and others. And all of them put out some modern stuff that I don't like as much or at all.
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We have internet radio on all day at the bar. It really depends on our mood when we open up, what we listen to. Our current "project" is 22. His choice of music is more Cher, Barbara Streisand and show tunes....
He put on something that sounded like cats fighting over fish yesterday. We ended up with 60's/70's folk rock ala Buffalo Springfield, CSN and Byrds mixed with some more loosely related stuff from around the same time.
At 5, Our regular Tuesday evening attraction, Danny Grady and Friends took the stage for 2 hours of old country stuff. It was just Danny and a percussionist named Denny last night. Denney sets up a snare and small tom, a couple of cymbals. He has bongos, maracas, spoons and a wash board at hand.
Lots of times, he has another guitar or 2 sit in and occasionally a piano player will sit at our spinet and play some honky tonk.
Danny finishes up at 7 and at 8, our regular week-end DJ has Karaoke as late as people want to embarrass themselves. Karaoke again on Thursdays.
Really! Once the DJ is in the house, music depends on the people there. It might be Hank Williams or Megadeath, the Beatles or Elvis. (after I've left of course)
Elvis actually did some good country. But. . . .I'm trying to correlate a bar called Doc Hollidays with the Beatles or Megadeath. I'm not succeeding.
Ernie S.
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Happy 1st Birthday to ELS LLC, the corporation that owns Doc Holliday's
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It's really nice here.
29 right now and suppose to get up to 68.
We had a beautiful sunrise this morning.
Yeah just looking at the weather map, all the stuff seems to be well north and east of you and headed away from you. Usually we look forward to your weather within a few hours up to a day of you getting it.
Ernie S.
Diamond Member
This was my idea of country back in the day..........
Yes, that group did have some good songs. As did Alabama, The Oak Ridge Boys, Little Texas, Rascal Flatts, Lady Antebellum, and others. And all of them put out some modern stuff that I don't like as much or at all.
Back in the day, I did like Panama red.....
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Happy 1st Birthday to ELS LLC, the corporation that owns Doc Holliday's
Well congratulations on that milestone Ernie. I know Max's and Mrs. Ernie's medical issues have been a setback, but otherwise I hope it is all you hoped it would be.
Ernie S.
Diamond Member
We play what our guests want to hear. On weekends, we play a variety that tends to get more radical modern as the night wears on.We have internet radio on all day at the bar. It really depends on our mood when we open up, what we listen to. Our current "project" is 22. His choice of music is more Cher, Barbara Streisand and show tunes....
He put on something that sounded like cats fighting over fish yesterday. We ended up with 60's/70's folk rock ala Buffalo Springfield, CSN and Byrds mixed with some more loosely related stuff from around the same time.
At 5, Our regular Tuesday evening attraction, Danny Grady and Friends took the stage for 2 hours of old country stuff. It was just Danny and a percussionist named Denny last night. Denney sets up a snare and small tom, a couple of cymbals. He has bongos, maracas, spoons and a wash board at hand.
Lots of times, he has another guitar or 2 sit in and occasionally a piano player will sit at our spinet and play some honky tonk.
Danny finishes up at 7 and at 8, our regular week-end DJ has Karaoke as late as people want to embarrass themselves. Karaoke again on Thursdays.
Really! Once the DJ is in the house, music depends on the people there. It might be Hank Williams or Megadeath, the Beatles or Elvis. (after I've left of course)
Elvis actually did some good country. But. . . .I'm trying to correlate a bar called Doc Hollidays with the Beatles or Megadeath. I'm not succeeding.
About 10 PM each night, we play George Thorogood's "One Bourbon, One Scotch and One Beer".
Usually 10 people will line up at the bar and at the appropriate time, drink a shot of Buffalo Trace, A Johnny Walker and a Budweiser. It's good for business.
Ernie S.
Diamond Member
It does make life a bit more hectic, but other than the fact that I have had 6 days off in the last year, I love it.Happy 1st Birthday to ELS LLC, the corporation that owns Doc Holliday's
Well congratulations on that milestone Ernie. I know Max's and Mrs. Ernie's medical issues have been a setback, but otherwise I hope it is all you hoped it would be.
Ernie S.
Diamond Member
Off to open up. Late night today Poker starts at 6.
Montrovant
Fuzzy bears!
Thrash metal nitpick of the day!
It's Megadeth, not Megadeath. Don't ask me why : if I ever knew, I've long since forgotten.
There's a band that mirrored Metallica way too much. The singer of Megadeth, Dave Mustaine, was in Metallica before Metallica put out any albums. It wasn't an amicable ending of that relationship and I remember various hostile comments between the two bands over the years. The oddest part of it all, to me, is that the two bands have basically the same song on their separate debut albums. Metallica put out a demo while Mustaine played in the band with a song The Mechanix on it. Metallica made that into the song The Four Horseman on their first album while Megadeth put Mechanix on their first album. Once you get past the different intros, the music is nearly identical, just slightly different tempo. Different lyrics, but clearly they came from the same song. That's always tickled me for some reason.
It's Megadeth, not Megadeath. Don't ask me why : if I ever knew, I've long since forgotten.
There's a band that mirrored Metallica way too much. The singer of Megadeth, Dave Mustaine, was in Metallica before Metallica put out any albums. It wasn't an amicable ending of that relationship and I remember various hostile comments between the two bands over the years. The oddest part of it all, to me, is that the two bands have basically the same song on their separate debut albums. Metallica put out a demo while Mustaine played in the band with a song The Mechanix on it. Metallica made that into the song The Four Horseman on their first album while Megadeth put Mechanix on their first album. Once you get past the different intros, the music is nearly identical, just slightly different tempo. Different lyrics, but clearly they came from the same song. That's always tickled me for some reason.
007
Charter Member
Let me tell ya about somethin' you might find a little more interesting. I'll be heading down to Dubuque to Roeder's Outdoor Power, Friday, to pick up a new, (old), 2012 John Deere X720. Pretty big machine for a lawn tractor but, I'm getting a new hydro turn plow on it too for the driveway, and I'll be getting a rototiller attachment for the back this spring. Nice machine, only 209 hours on it and they gave me a hellova deal. Here's it is. It's still upstairs in storage in these pics from yesterday, and doesn't have the new JD plow on it yet... what'a ya think?I just watched the SOTU speech. I'm really ready for bed now! *** yawn *** Good night everybody. Why does listening to politicians (any of them) make me so sleepy?
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Nosmo King
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Back home in the Coffee Shop for a while. It's after hours here in the office and I feel more comfortable writing a story on this keyboard as opposed to the iPad touch screen. Call me old fashioned. Call me a technophobe. But I won't have to correct the auto correct on this PC as much as the iPad demands. Plus, there's something comforting about an actual full sized qwerty keyboard. The tactile experience is more pleasurable here rather than that pane of glass on a tablet.
It's been seasonable here in the Crotch of the Tri-State Area. For mid January, we are getting precisely what we signed on for when the decision was made to live at 40 degrees north latitude.
But I have had the opportunity to li9ve and work in sunnier climes. I did time on the Gulf coast of Florida back in the mid 1980s. I lived in Sarasota and, as soon as resources and timing were perfect, promptly moved home. I had a project in Puerto Rico that kept me there for 18 months. The people were fabulous, the experience was matchless, but I bought Pimplebutt the year before and I was hankering to actually live in it.
I also had a project in Naples Italy. That was an eye opener. I was warned before hand that crime was endemic in southern Italy, but I live here where yes, there is crime, but it is relegated to the shady side of town. To see a cop in my neighborhood usually means someone has wrapped their car around a telephone pole and I should expect to see an ambulance and maybe even a fire truck at the scene.
But Napoli was different.
My second day there, I want to repeat that for emphasis; my second day there I took a little sight seeing trip. The abatement project was going to keep me at or near the site for the duration and I wanted to see la dulce vita for myself.
I drove to Pompeii to see the ruins, the amphitheater and the pornographic graffiti the site is renown for. A friend who had previously visited the very Navy base my project was on asked that I might buy a couple of cameos while I was in Naples. Naples is famous for the little hand carved silhouettes. Crafted from a unique sea shell found along the Amalfi Coast, cameos are one of the easy to obtain arts and crafts, and that always intrigues me while travelling.
What I did not know about Naples is there are distinct districts for all sorts of goods and services. If you want fresh cut flowers, there's a flower district. Looking for vegetables, try the next block down from the flower district. Need a bicycle? Four blocks up and you're in the midst of the bicycle district. And yes, there is a district for cameos.
I asked the hotel concierge for directions before I headed off to Pompeii and it turns out the I could find cameos within a few blocks! I bought one for Mom. They asked me for several thousand Lire which I regarded as Monopoly money. As it turned out, Mom's cameo would sell for $480 American after figuring the rate of exchange. I bought a couple substantially cheaper ones for my buddy and headed back to my hotel.
Traffic in Naples is a given. We moved at a walking pace with Vespa scooters cheek to jowl on the thoroughfare. I constantly glanced in the rear view mirror and was concerned about the scooter behind me. I doubt we could slip a credit card between my rear bumper and the front tire of the scooter.
The I heard the distinctive sound of automobile safety glass shatter. I turned and looked over my right shoulder, expecting to see a bloody Italian laying in the back seat. What I did see was just as disturbing. The left rear window of my rental car had been punched out and I turned just in time to watch my backpack leave the back seat.
The passenger on the scooter hopped off, broke the window and swiped my backpack with the skill of a surgeon. He then climbed back onto the scooter, the driver pulled a quick left U turn and the pair vanished into the chaos of the Neapolitan traffic. There go the cameos. There goes my camera. There goes my travel orders from the United States Navy. There goes my passport.
Now, I speak enough Italian to read a menu and to determine if that's really your sister or not. But I don't speak enough Italian to tell the Caribbaneri what happened. When I found the local police precinct, I found out that the local Neapolitan cops don't speak English.
I tried my best to recount the tale. The cops nodded, smirked and dismissed my story. It's funny, but even the language barrier could not hide their condescension. One of the cops left the room for about ten minutes. When he returned, he presented a typed letter. Not on official letterhead, but on regular onion skin typing paper. It was in Italian and incomprehensible to me. It could have said anything. Perhaps it was a confession to a string of serial killing. Perhaps it was gibberish. But I remember what Pop taught when he said "always read something before you sign it!"
I left the police station confused, frustrated and angry. I knew my rental car needed to be swapped for one without a missing window, so off to the airport and the Hertz counter. There I was able to tell what happened to a very pleasant woman who was fluent in my lingua franca. Just as we were wrapping things up, a couple more of my fellow Americans ran to the counter to explain why the window in their rental car was smashed and what then was stolen from them!
Ah! Sunny Napoli! On Judgment Day my sins will all be numbered before me. I'm not certain I will make the cut for Heaven. But St. Peter might offer me a choice. Eternity in Hell, or a few more months in Naples. It will be a tough choice.
It's been seasonable here in the Crotch of the Tri-State Area. For mid January, we are getting precisely what we signed on for when the decision was made to live at 40 degrees north latitude.
But I have had the opportunity to li9ve and work in sunnier climes. I did time on the Gulf coast of Florida back in the mid 1980s. I lived in Sarasota and, as soon as resources and timing were perfect, promptly moved home. I had a project in Puerto Rico that kept me there for 18 months. The people were fabulous, the experience was matchless, but I bought Pimplebutt the year before and I was hankering to actually live in it.
I also had a project in Naples Italy. That was an eye opener. I was warned before hand that crime was endemic in southern Italy, but I live here where yes, there is crime, but it is relegated to the shady side of town. To see a cop in my neighborhood usually means someone has wrapped their car around a telephone pole and I should expect to see an ambulance and maybe even a fire truck at the scene.
But Napoli was different.
My second day there, I want to repeat that for emphasis; my second day there I took a little sight seeing trip. The abatement project was going to keep me at or near the site for the duration and I wanted to see la dulce vita for myself.
I drove to Pompeii to see the ruins, the amphitheater and the pornographic graffiti the site is renown for. A friend who had previously visited the very Navy base my project was on asked that I might buy a couple of cameos while I was in Naples. Naples is famous for the little hand carved silhouettes. Crafted from a unique sea shell found along the Amalfi Coast, cameos are one of the easy to obtain arts and crafts, and that always intrigues me while travelling.
What I did not know about Naples is there are distinct districts for all sorts of goods and services. If you want fresh cut flowers, there's a flower district. Looking for vegetables, try the next block down from the flower district. Need a bicycle? Four blocks up and you're in the midst of the bicycle district. And yes, there is a district for cameos.
I asked the hotel concierge for directions before I headed off to Pompeii and it turns out the I could find cameos within a few blocks! I bought one for Mom. They asked me for several thousand Lire which I regarded as Monopoly money. As it turned out, Mom's cameo would sell for $480 American after figuring the rate of exchange. I bought a couple substantially cheaper ones for my buddy and headed back to my hotel.
Traffic in Naples is a given. We moved at a walking pace with Vespa scooters cheek to jowl on the thoroughfare. I constantly glanced in the rear view mirror and was concerned about the scooter behind me. I doubt we could slip a credit card between my rear bumper and the front tire of the scooter.
The I heard the distinctive sound of automobile safety glass shatter. I turned and looked over my right shoulder, expecting to see a bloody Italian laying in the back seat. What I did see was just as disturbing. The left rear window of my rental car had been punched out and I turned just in time to watch my backpack leave the back seat.
The passenger on the scooter hopped off, broke the window and swiped my backpack with the skill of a surgeon. He then climbed back onto the scooter, the driver pulled a quick left U turn and the pair vanished into the chaos of the Neapolitan traffic. There go the cameos. There goes my camera. There goes my travel orders from the United States Navy. There goes my passport.
Now, I speak enough Italian to read a menu and to determine if that's really your sister or not. But I don't speak enough Italian to tell the Caribbaneri what happened. When I found the local police precinct, I found out that the local Neapolitan cops don't speak English.
I tried my best to recount the tale. The cops nodded, smirked and dismissed my story. It's funny, but even the language barrier could not hide their condescension. One of the cops left the room for about ten minutes. When he returned, he presented a typed letter. Not on official letterhead, but on regular onion skin typing paper. It was in Italian and incomprehensible to me. It could have said anything. Perhaps it was a confession to a string of serial killing. Perhaps it was gibberish. But I remember what Pop taught when he said "always read something before you sign it!"
I left the police station confused, frustrated and angry. I knew my rental car needed to be swapped for one without a missing window, so off to the airport and the Hertz counter. There I was able to tell what happened to a very pleasant woman who was fluent in my lingua franca. Just as we were wrapping things up, a couple more of my fellow Americans ran to the counter to explain why the window in their rental car was smashed and what then was stolen from them!
Ah! Sunny Napoli! On Judgment Day my sins will all be numbered before me. I'm not certain I will make the cut for Heaven. But St. Peter might offer me a choice. Eternity in Hell, or a few more months in Naples. It will be a tough choice.
ChrisL
Diamond Member
Tell the truth, you actually love the snow........ Why else would you live where you do..........OFFICIAL MESSAGE FROM THE PRESIDENT OF THE BITCH ABOUT THE WEATHER CLUB.
It is snowing heavily at my house today. I am not pleased because snow tends to wrinkle the fabric of my happiness. That is all.
I don't necessarily MIND the snow so much. It just becomes inconvenient and messy after a while. In other words, you just get tired of it, I think.
I think I enjoyed it a lot more as a child when I did things like sledding and ice skating. It's rare that I do things like that nowadays.
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We're getting a combination of snow/sleet/rain here--the high winds did not develop as forecast--at least they haven't yet. Too warm to stick yet but temps are dropping so who knows? Accuweather says the mix we're getting should last another 87 minutes??? They are soooo precise. Usually wrong, but very precise.
And hidee ho to Nosmo and 007. We've missed you both. Listening to your story and considering your closing paragraph, Nosmo, I have decided hell is probably an eternity of having to solve some tech problem with those people from somewhere you have to talk to in order to solve it. I am no longer shy about asking some guy I honestly cannot understand for somebody else to talk to. But lately have been getting somebody worse.
It's tough in Mexico too where I can speak enough Spanish to get by, but when I use it, the locals think I am fluent and off they go lickety split and much too fast for my mind to translate into understandable words.
And hidee ho to Nosmo and 007. We've missed you both. Listening to your story and considering your closing paragraph, Nosmo, I have decided hell is probably an eternity of having to solve some tech problem with those people from somewhere you have to talk to in order to solve it. I am no longer shy about asking some guy I honestly cannot understand for somebody else to talk to. But lately have been getting somebody worse.
It's tough in Mexico too where I can speak enough Spanish to get by, but when I use it, the locals think I am fluent and off they go lickety split and much too fast for my mind to translate into understandable words.
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And remember that sad saga of our refrigerator awhile back? We are enjoying our wrong refrigerator they finally delivered, but we still don't have the service contract worked out--we still have a service contract for the fridge we bought and not the one they delivered.
So yesterday afternoon our trusty HP all-in-one printer gave up the ghost. The part we needed was $85 and the printers don't cost a whole lot more than that, so we bought the latest model that was on sale and Hombre picked it up on his way home from his volunteer job at the hospital late yesterday.
I spent most of the day trying to set up and install the darn thing and finally got it talking to all the computers--and printed one page. And then got an error message that the same part that was bad in the old printer wasn't working at all in this one. So Hombre goes out in the sleet/snow/rain to return it to the store and pick up another one. We were not happy campers at that point.
But I just set up the new one and have it talking to all computers in about 30 minutes. Amazing how much better it goes when things actually work. But Ringel's comment about wondering if he was in purgatory earlier this week sure had me wondering if we were there too.
So yesterday afternoon our trusty HP all-in-one printer gave up the ghost. The part we needed was $85 and the printers don't cost a whole lot more than that, so we bought the latest model that was on sale and Hombre picked it up on his way home from his volunteer job at the hospital late yesterday.
I spent most of the day trying to set up and install the darn thing and finally got it talking to all the computers--and printed one page. And then got an error message that the same part that was bad in the old printer wasn't working at all in this one. So Hombre goes out in the sleet/snow/rain to return it to the store and pick up another one. We were not happy campers at that point.
But I just set up the new one and have it talking to all computers in about 30 minutes. Amazing how much better it goes when things actually work. But Ringel's comment about wondering if he was in purgatory earlier this week sure had me wondering if we were there too.
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