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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANRng5cCp7ImA9WxJUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789</id><updated>2009-07-10T03:43:17.628-04:00</updated><title>meloncutter musings</title><subtitle type="html">My thoughts.  My feelings.  My opinions.  My day to day transit through this life.   My twisted sense of my surroundings.  All is here in the wisdom of thoughts created during the mindless slinging of the knife during the cutting of the melons.   If I can make you laugh, great.  If I can't make you laugh, Tough!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1028</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/MeloncutterMusings" type="application/atom+xml" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ANRng4fip7ImA9WxJUEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-351644318510007614</id><published>2009-07-10T03:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-10T03:43:17.636-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-07-10T03:43:17.636-04:00</app:edited><title>Hey!  I Am Still Kicking.</title><content type="html">A friend of mine pointed out to me that I haven't done a post in "Damned near a month" and she needs her input from it. So I guess I had better post something before she kicks my ass. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last month has been crazy all over for me. Work has been wild, the band scene has been wild and the home life has been wild. So here is an update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hour cuts and increased productivity are the norm at work. They are driving us very hard to get things over and above what we have been forever doing. In our division alone they are replacing 6 to 10 department managers a week due to the stress levels. They are threatening to replace me and several other produce managers if we can't get what all they want done. And make note last year they said to do more but we have to take hours away from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year they took more hours away from what I was running last year and once again increased the work load. I guess if they want my job they can have it. Pretty soon they are going to run out of people to run their departments. It is a big mess. Too many chiefs and not enough Indians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot is no longer playing bass in the band. He is playing at a skill level far above anything that I can do. I venture to say he may have been given his break. He was recruited to play for an active band that has played for a label. They have recorded, sold albums, toured extensively and are getting radio play with their prior recordings. They are now working to put together a new show, a new album and begin a new tour. I am not releasing any information yet until their press releases hit and their tour begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So with Poot off on his own music career, I am now looking for a bass player and a drummer. Finding a drummer with the right fit has been a serious challenge. I am finding that is also true with bass players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do have a fantastic lead guitar player on staff. I call him fingers. His guitar abilities are magical. We are still writing music and are going to focus on getting some recordings done. We have been playing at various open mic events to mingle and meet local musicians. We have hopes of finding a drummer and bass player through these events. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Spouse loaded up with me and went to the last open mic at a local tavern Wednesday night. This was her first trip to a bar in many years. Neither of us drink so most likely we were the most sober people in the bar. I was taking a break from the stage as several other musicians were up on stage playing. We were visiting and watching the people in the place and generally enjoying ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to watching a woman on the dance floor. She was doing some type of weird interpretive dance moves while the song was playing. She was wearing a mini skirt with tights and a shirt with string straps. I spoke with the spouse about something and looked back and the tights were gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before long, I was watching and I saw a pair of panties go flying from the dance floor. Pretty soon, I saw her top go flying as she got up on stage with the band wearing only the mini skirt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I really have to say is if you are in your 40, have skeeter bites for tits, long flowing black hair and are that drunk, I will laugh when you take off your clothes in a bar for no apparent reason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am picking up a large amplifier this week. I have found that my current amps just don't quite have the kick to play larger venues where using mics through a house PA system can't be done. I love the sound and tone of the amps I have but they just don't quite have the oomph needed to stand on their own. I have been wanting to get a good half stack anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year has just flown by.  I can't believe it is well over half done.  It seems all I do is work on one thing or another and just keep hitting a brick wall.  It will get better if I keep at it.  I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-351644318510007614?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/351644318510007614/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=351644318510007614&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/351644318510007614?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/351644318510007614?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/07/hey-i-am-still-kicking.html" title="Hey!  I Am Still Kicking." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D04FRHs9fCp7ImA9WxJWEk8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-4008217156529637997</id><published>2009-06-17T03:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-17T04:05:15.564-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-17T04:05:15.564-04:00</app:edited><title>Losing My Addiction.</title><content type="html">Well, I am glad that I never used that spray it up your nose cold remedy.  That stuff must really burn the innards out of the sinuses.  I wonder now though if I had got some and sprayed it up my ass if my farts would have quit smelling.  Dang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new assistant manager starts today.  He got the nickel tour Sunday and went to a meeting yesterday.   So today is his first official day of getting beatings like the rest of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The water pump is going on on my van.   I am taking it to the shop today and leaving it for repair tomorrow.   I just hope it can make one more trip to work and back before it goes to crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We auditioned a drummer yesterday.  He did ok.  I think we will give him a shot at making it work.  He is very quiet and is not very flashy but he can drop in a pocket and maintain a steady beat.    Hopefully he will stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally turned on the air conditioning yesterday.  It hit 90 degrees for the first time this year.    We have been running the attic fan and keeping fairly comfortable up to this point.  The air conditioner unit in this house is barely able to keep it cool for this size of house but it is more bearable than the 90 degree heat outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself spending less and less time on the internet these days.  It just seems that there is never a free moment or any free time to do much of anything.  I am just always busy.    I guess I just haven't had the need to blog lately.  I must be losing my addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-4008217156529637997?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4008217156529637997/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=4008217156529637997&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/4008217156529637997?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/4008217156529637997?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/losing-my-addiction.html" title="Losing My Addiction." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8BRnk7cSp7ImA9WxJXFUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-3957434631212360143</id><published>2009-06-08T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T23:24:17.709-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-08T23:24:17.709-04:00</app:edited><title>Giggles Gone For A Week.</title><content type="html">Giggles left for JROTC summer camp today. She sent a text a bit ago that she had made it safely. Tomorrow she gets to rappel from the 80 foot tower and do a bunch of other things. I think she is having a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bitch and complain about the traffic on the highway in front of the store where I work all the time. It seems it is always busy and 10 times as bad during rush hour. Yesterday, a couple of guys in a plane lost power and actually had an open area on the damned road to make an emergency landing on the highway. Those are some lucky dudes. There are days it takes me 20 minutes just to get out of the parking lot. Other than around four or five in the morning I have not seen sparse enough traffic to allow the landing on the road. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did this feat about 11:30 am just at the start of the lunch rush. I can't believe that it happened without some fat woman running them off the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are auditioning a new drummer tomorrow. Hope this one works out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-3957434631212360143?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3957434631212360143/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=3957434631212360143&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3957434631212360143?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3957434631212360143?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/giggles-gone-for-week.html" title="Giggles Gone For A Week." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ADRXs7eCp7ImA9WxJXEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-9097229210619229119</id><published>2009-06-06T06:33:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T06:56:14.500-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-06T06:56:14.500-04:00</app:edited><title>Snot Made It.</title><content type="html">Poot's friend Snot Graduates from high school today. He has lived with us for the last 2 years. His parents are separated. His dad is in the military and has been overseas. His mom doesn't care. She threw him out of the house, would not feed him or clothe him. She takes the child support money and blows it on whatever. Not on Snot anyway. She pawns anything he gets as a gift except what he keeps here. It has been a financial hardship for us to keep this kid fed, clothed and even paying his few bills from time to time, but we have a lifelong friend and hopefully have made a difference for this young man. That is all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a big day in this young man's life. He got 6 tickets to use for the commencement ceremony. His mom gave them away. We are not sure if even his dad, who arrived late last night, will be able to attend the ceremony. We won't be attending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His mom is throwing some little shindig at her apartment tonight and invited all her friends. It is hard telling what she has planned but we will not attend because I will probably say something that will not be well taken. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all we have done will give this young man a shot at making it in the world. I would do it again in a heartbeat, and probably will. These kids, like Snot, are the future of our country and many parents today tend to forget that. I will contintue to help him and guide him to get him off into hopefully a successful life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Snot. You made it. Go forth and change the world for the better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-9097229210619229119?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9097229210619229119/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=9097229210619229119&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/9097229210619229119?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/9097229210619229119?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/snot-made-it.html" title="Snot Made It." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkABRX4-fip7ImA9WxJXEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-6861061774013615211</id><published>2009-06-03T21:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T21:25:54.056-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-06-03T21:25:54.056-04:00</app:edited><title>Getting Back Up To Speed.</title><content type="html">I am back to getting 2 days a week off now. That is a relief. I am so tired. I think my body is going to fall off of my penis. My penis is the only thing I haven't used. Well I do pee with it. That's about it. I wonder since I don't use it any more if I could rent it out. Maybe just loan it for use by those that don't have a penis. Hmmmmmmmm. I might have to explore this option. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Work is getting better. I have rid myself of the dead weight and things are starting to fall back into place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect to get a call from a drummer within the next couple of days. We will audition and interview him as soon as possible. Our ex drummer informed us he quit today. That's too bad, we fired him 2 days ago. Why does it seem that drummers have to be weirdos, drunks or screwoffs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are getting back to focusing on recording and getting more copyrights done. We are still vigorously writing songs and working on that angle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have started taking bookings for later in the year. One booking will be a dance in October. It is a private affair that should be a good gig to play. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my second posting this week. I am on a roll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-6861061774013615211?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6861061774013615211/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=6861061774013615211&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/6861061774013615211?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/6861061774013615211?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/06/getting-back-up-to-speed.html" title="Getting Back Up To Speed." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8ASH84eyp7ImA9WxJQGE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-9104383842224061732</id><published>2009-05-31T21:38:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T21:47:29.133-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-31T21:47:29.133-04:00</app:edited><title>Things Are Calming Down.</title><content type="html">We performed our debut public performance last night. Everything went well. Our set was well received and post show critique was positive. Other than we need to learn many more songs, I think we are ready. Now we will settle down into writing and recording to finish up our CD. We may be in the market for a new drummer. I plan to talk to the drummer we have now and see what his intentions are. He missed the show Saturday night. We lucked out and Tater was available to stand in for him. Tater has played with us before and knew our music so we were able to fake it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are work are steadily improving. My new assistant manager will start in about 2 weeks. He is well known to me and will be a good move for the department. Morale in the department is rising and things are coming along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot caught a big as spider just inside the front door of the house tonight. It was almost tarantula level in size. He was going to keep it as a pet. After I got done pissing myself and went and wiped my ass, we came to an arrangement that the poor spider will not be living here. I don't do spiders. Ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-9104383842224061732?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/9104383842224061732/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=9104383842224061732&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/9104383842224061732?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/9104383842224061732?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/things-are-calming-down.html" title="Things Are Calming Down." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU4MQn88fyp7ImA9WxJRF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-7724574603668022490</id><published>2009-05-19T18:51:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T18:59:43.177-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-19T18:59:43.177-04:00</app:edited><title>Dang It's Been 2 Weeks.</title><content type="html">Wow!  The last 2 weeks have been a whirlwind.   It seems all I do is work and sleep.  I have been working mostly 7 days a week and still trying to keep up with the band getting ready for the show.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The search is still on for the new assistant produce manager.  Nothing new there. We are doing our band practices over night usually starting around midnight and ending about 3 or 4 in the morning.   The show is coming together quite well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things should ease up some next week at work.   School is out as of this weekend and the kids will have more availability to work and can ease some of my load in the daytime.   Maybe I can get back to paying a little more attention to doing some writing on the blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-7724574603668022490?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7724574603668022490/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=7724574603668022490&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/7724574603668022490?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/7724574603668022490?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/dang-its-been-2-weeks.html" title="Dang It's Been 2 Weeks." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEARH04cCp7ImA9WxJSFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-2029200247553208905</id><published>2009-05-05T06:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T06:50:45.338-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-05-05T06:50:45.338-04:00</app:edited><title>Yes I Am Still Kicking.</title><content type="html">I guess I have been neglecting the blog. The couple of emails I got asking if I was still alive kind of reminded me. Thanks guys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the moment I am burning the candle at both ends. Work has been demanding and I am in the process of a couple of personnel changes. I had to terminate the employment of my assistant manager after his decision to get stupid with drugs and alcohol. I am in the process of recruiting a new assistant from within the company. While I wait for this to take place I will most likely be working 6 or 7 days a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are preparing for our public debut show on May 30. We are rehearsing 2 to 4 days a week not including our own individual practice times. I still work on recordings and stuff at other times. Sometime in the middle of all that I sleep. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, I am still alive and kicking. The blog, for now, is about number 783 on my top 10 list of things I need to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-2029200247553208905?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2029200247553208905/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=2029200247553208905&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/2029200247553208905?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/2029200247553208905?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/05/yes-i-am-still-kicking.html" title="Yes I Am Still Kicking." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHQHcyeCp7ImA9WxJTGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-6979264025047407880</id><published>2009-04-28T07:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T07:27:11.990-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-28T07:27:11.990-04:00</app:edited><title>Another Day.</title><content type="html">I was starting to get worried about this swine flu thing. Then yesterday I heard an announcement on the radio that you can not catch swine flu from having sex with fat chicks. It is a whole different type of swine involved. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had a rough couple of weeks. I nearly quit my job. Had a few issues here at home. But I am again calm and things are back under control. Sometimes there is never a friend around when you need one. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some items have come up missing out of the Willie Room. Nothing critical like guitars or anything like that. But little things like extra strings, Picks and patch cords. Now my wireless headphone system has turned up missing. The boys don't know anything about it after the severe torture session they went through but I have a hunch at some point the boys left the front door open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a neighbor kid that is constantly knocking at the door. I think at some point he slipped in and got ahold of some things. I am watching him. The studio is now under lock and key and stays that way when I am not home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is another day in the studio rehearsing. Although we will have to do it without headphones as I have too much of my cash tied up in other projects at this point to pick up another headphone system. We will just muddle through like normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working up cover songs like mad. Only this last year have I let myself move into the roll of lead singer. All my prior singing has been harmonizing and background vocals. This is an interesting twist to what I have been used to. Fun though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am wearing my hair in a pony tail now. It has finally grown out enough to tie up. One of these days I will put up a picture of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-6979264025047407880?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6979264025047407880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=6979264025047407880&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/6979264025047407880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/6979264025047407880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/another-day.html" title="Another Day." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMQH8zfCp7ImA9WxJTFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-5572187498359609925</id><published>2009-04-23T07:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:31:21.184-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-23T07:31:21.184-04:00</app:edited><title>No Idea.   Not A Clue.</title><content type="html">I pulled up the create post page this morning to write this posting. I have sat here for several minutes just looking at the screen with no idea what to write. I have no thoughts or ideas. My head is swimming with words for lyrics and music but there is no inspiration to write anything here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hawghunter has taken a turn for the worse. His kidneys have failed and his heart is growing weaker by the day. My only wish is that he would have gotten help sooner and maybe this would not have happened. I do know that coming back to work right after his surgery did not help him and may have caused this problem. It is highly doubtful he will return to work. His sister is putting him in for early retirement. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have band practice today. We will start at noon. This evening I will work on more recordings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much I can think of today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-5572187498359609925?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5572187498359609925/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=5572187498359609925&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/5572187498359609925?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/5572187498359609925?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/no-idea-not-clue.html" title="No Idea.   Not A Clue." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAERHwzcSp7ImA9WxJTEUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-3379201830460162687</id><published>2009-04-19T19:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T19:28:25.289-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-19T19:28:25.289-04:00</app:edited><title>A Wonderful Thing.</title><content type="html">We start with a new guitarist this week. I think he will work out well. We have known him for several years and he just recently moved close to our neighborhood. We have mailed copyright applications in for songs. We are recording a lot now. We are working on our line up of cover songs. We are learning, building, getting tight and becoming one as a musical unit. Our time is drawing near to go forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have ordered business cards and we are creating artwork for song and cd covers. We are getting ready to have promotional pictures made of the group. We are designing a poster to advertise our bookings. We are preparing to get our business license and get our tax numbers and shit stuff that the government requires. We have an attorney and have talked to an accountant. So many little details. So much investment of time and money. So much yet to do. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a soundman and a soundman apprentice. We still need to invest in a lighting and effects system. There are always little needs here and there that make things sound better or run smoother and we try to get them as the need arises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continue to write music and words and work towards making new songs. Every little glimmer of an idea or thought; every little glimmer of music, riff, tune or beat gets thrown out and analysed to see the potential or the motivation for the creation of a new song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started on this path to find the right people and collect them into the right group about three years ago. I have seen many come and go. There were many promising starts that failed because those becoming involved in my project did not wish to be a partner or they just did not have the vision that I see us becoming. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many who tried just did not have the dedication to music in their hearts. To most, music is a hobby. To me it is my life and passion. I see music in my head. I feel it in my soul. It consumes me from my inner core. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it my destiny to do this? I don't know but if I do not try, I will never know and I will not feel complete in my life knowing that I just did not try. If I try my best and fail, then at least I will know that in my heart, I did all I could. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our time draws closer. Each passing day, each passing minute. It draws near. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the right people, at the right time in the right place to make something wonderful. There is no leader. There is only the group. To think, act and create as one. A Wonderful thing is being born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-3379201830460162687?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3379201830460162687/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=3379201830460162687&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3379201830460162687?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3379201830460162687?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/wonderful-thing.html" title="A Wonderful Thing." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcESXc8cSp7ImA9WxVaF0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-6479416443382471231</id><published>2009-04-15T04:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T05:16:48.979-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-15T05:16:48.979-04:00</app:edited><title>Hell Of A Ride.</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDvLt3nYl28/SeWgkSeSAHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Xq6Z-h31Sqo/s1600-h/pic041409_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324838679730061426" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDvLt3nYl28/SeWgkSeSAHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Xq6Z-h31Sqo/s400/pic041409_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to go to a meeting yesterday for work. It was held down on the east side of Atlanta at some office building. Leaving from the store at about 6:00 am it only took us just over an hour to get there. Coming home at 4:30 pm was a different story. It took us over 2 hours to get back to the store. Traffic was just a mite bit heavy. It made for a nice 12 hour day on the clock. (Riiiiiiiiiiiight!!!!!!)It was a hell of a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I am recording a young man who seems to have some great talent in the singing area. I work with him. He will not be part of our band as our styles vary greatly and the genre he sings in would not fit with what we do, but I am excited to record him as I can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Giggles is going to her Cadet Ball being held by her JROTC class. We have her dress. (That cost my fat ass a chunk) She is cutting class Friday to get her hair and nails done. We have an appointment for her already. (That is going to cost my fat ass a bigger chunk) She has a date. (I have already explained to the young man that I can drop a running deer at 600 yards with my rifle and taking him out would be no problem for me.) She is excited and is looking forward to the event. I am sure she will have a good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidently the boobs on the album cover idea is not going over too well. I have not received any to pick from. I guess I will go with another design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we get back on track with practices. Probably tomorrow night we will record some vocal tracks. It seems to be taking a long time to get this going but with research I have done, I know that for productions by bands who work in the studio will work for weeks, many hours a day. That is with a full production staff and way more resources than I have and a whole lot more time. So I don't guess we are doing too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-6479416443382471231?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6479416443382471231/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=6479416443382471231&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/6479416443382471231?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/6479416443382471231?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/hell-of-ride.html" title="Hell Of A Ride." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DDvLt3nYl28/SeWgkSeSAHI/AAAAAAAAA1E/Xq6Z-h31Sqo/s72-c/pic041409_1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkADRnw9fSp7ImA9WxVaFU8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-8147334419256242223</id><published>2009-04-12T02:59:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T03:19:37.265-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-12T03:19:37.265-04:00</app:edited><title>Happy Easter.</title><content type="html">It is 2:30 am on Easter Sunday morning and I am up. I don't know why. It was typical preholiday craziness at work yesterday. I am just so frustrated with work that I am ready to quit. Some things are just not worth the abuse and headache no matter what the pay. Most days I would rather pick up turds with toothpicks than go to work and put up with inept management, lack of direction and abuse. Hopefully soon the powers that be will see that our store is coming apart at the seams and put some people there to get it back where it was and needs to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was thinking about using pictures of breasts on the first album cover for the band. I am collecting various pictures of breasts to see what is out there for me to use. If you would your boobs to possibly be considered for use on this project please send me pictures of them. I have not yet decided that this is the direction that I would like to go with this project but having the raw data to select from might cause me to lean more that direction. Just think, your boobs could be famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rib I messed up a couple weeks ago is healing nicely. I can sleep on that side now if I lay in the right position. It is still tender in that area but for the most part has been tolerable. I know I feel it most when I have gas pressure. But a good healthy 22 second fart will generally ease the pain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have wondered why there are no &lt;em&gt;minnow flavored&lt;/em&gt; foods. There are no snack crackers, chips, drinks or frozen entrees. What about minnow roll ups like they do with fruit. Or minnow flavored granola bars. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ain't right. Call your congressman today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to take the Baby to the luthier soon. I am getting string buzz on the high E string on the first fret. I guess its time for its spring set up before the summer concert season sets in. I should take Merle and Mater in too. Do those of you who own musical instruments out there name them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-8147334419256242223?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8147334419256242223/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=8147334419256242223&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/8147334419256242223?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/8147334419256242223?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/happy-easter.html" title="Happy Easter." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEIAQH4zfip7ImA9WxVaEks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-1604322693858967243</id><published>2009-04-09T04:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T04:42:21.086-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-09T04:42:21.086-04:00</app:edited><title>Not My Favorite Holiday.</title><content type="html">Of all the holidays of the entire year, I dislike the Easter holiday the most. People seem to be more rude, mean and impatient than any other holiday. I don't know if that is because of it being the big holiday of the spring after people have been cooped up for the winter and they are moving into spring to do all the things that warmer weather has in store for them or what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During my career in Law Enforcement we always dreaded Easter weekend. It seemed many bad things would always happen on this weekend. Normally a senseless violent death would occur. Those in larger metro areas would just think it was business as usual but in small town Kansas, it was a major occurrence. I have few pleasant memories of Easter Weekend. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday at work was a complete disaster. My assistant manager called out sick and I had to deal with all the little old biddies on my own along with a truck and holiday shopping. Nothing I could do would make things run better. I arrived 4 hours behind and never did catch up. So with today being my day off, I get to go to work and try to catch us up so we are ready for the big holiday inspection on Friday. Yes, I hurt when I got home. I used half a tube of analgesic heating rub on my legs. Yes, I got it too high up my thighs and toasted my testicles. Yes, it fried my wiener too. It was not a good night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess band practice can just wait a week. It will be a week from today before I get another day off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather set in the middle of an interstate and smack myself repeatedly in the scrotum with a large ball peen hammer than work on a Wednesday. Would that make the hammer a &lt;em&gt;Ball Peenis&lt;/em&gt; hammer? &lt;strong&gt;HEAR THIS OLD FRIGGIN PEOPLE, WE HATE YOU!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Why can't the old people just stay in the home and be mean to each other instead of raising hell at the grocery store. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the food borne illness running rampant lately, one has to wonder if the target of all the salmonella and stuff might be directed at a certain group. I think if they check back to the employees and executives of these companies you would find that they worked in grocery on old biddie days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get em guys!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snot mowed the yard for the second time this year yesterday. For the most part, we have had enough rain this spring to bring us out of the drought. The grass and weeds are doing well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Hawghunter is still in the hospital. He is still retaining fluids and they are attempting to get the fluids off his system. I have no idea how long he will be out this time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I shall head back to bed now. I need more sleep before I head to work and enjoy my day off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-1604322693858967243?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1604322693858967243/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=1604322693858967243&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1604322693858967243?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1604322693858967243?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-my-favorite-holiday.html" title="Not My Favorite Holiday." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUMDQng-cCp7ImA9WxVbGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-5049192570215024038</id><published>2009-04-04T20:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T21:04:33.658-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-04-04T21:04:33.658-04:00</app:edited><title>Dang, Its been awhile.</title><content type="html">The last several days have been brutal at work. The Hawghunter has been sliding backwards with his health. Last Wednesday, I visited with him and told him to get to his Doctor. Thursday they admitted him with heart problems. It's so sad. He is a severe diabetic. He can barely walk on a good day and he insists that he is going to work and not go on disability. It has been tough carrying his load and ours too. We are so far behind and things look so bad. We just can't keep up. I hope this next 2 weeks that he is out we can get things put back together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new drummer is working out great. He is very professional and very competent. He is fitting well with the group. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been deep into song writing mode for the last several days. Much do to keep my focus away from the hell at work and much just because my creative juices are flowing. Delta is completing paperwork on getting our copyrights on several things and I am recording and practicing constantly. We still have another 9 songs to get recorded and completed but it is progressing steadily now. I can see now by the end of summer we will have enough songs for a completed CD. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been approached to record a demo for another band. They already have their backing tracks cut and just want to record the vocals. They are just looking to complete a few demo songs and don't have a big budget to go to a regular studio. I think I can help them out. We start next week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday I evidently ate something that just didn't quite agree with me. Thursday I had the shits. Friday I had the shits. Today I had the shits. Trust me, that Imodium AD crap will slow it down, but it won't stop if you bend over to pick up something heavy. I hope tomorrow won't be quite as shitty a day as I have been having lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spouse and I were on our way to the grocery store earlier. We passed by a place that had a sign out front advertising "CHICKS FOR SALE". I got excited and the spouse took my 20 dollar allowance away from me. Damn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-5049192570215024038?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/5049192570215024038/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=5049192570215024038&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/5049192570215024038?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/5049192570215024038?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/04/dang-its-been-awhile.html" title="Dang, Its been awhile." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4CQX09eSp7ImA9WxVbE08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-8689224344331854492</id><published>2009-03-29T06:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-29T06:36:00.361-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-29T06:36:00.361-04:00</app:edited><title>Drummer On Board.</title><content type="html">We have our drummer I think.  We practice with him on Tuesday.   My first impression of him during his interview and audition was very good.  Soon now we can start booking gigs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am working mostly evenings now.  With the new policy that department heads can't work early shifts my hours have changed alot. In some ways for many things I have more time and in other ways it has taken time away from me.  I am not getting up very early in the mornings now like I used to.   The best part, I haven't seen the spouse in 3 days.  She leaves for work before I get up and she goes to bed before I get home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have added another song to the Myspace page.  More will be added as we go along. We have to get some more pictures taken and put up too.  Things are starting to move along now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has rained for the last 5 days down here.  We needed it.  I have noticed several ponds that were very low to nearly dry that are now once again full.  I am sure the fish like the fresh water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-8689224344331854492?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8689224344331854492/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=8689224344331854492&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/8689224344331854492?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/8689224344331854492?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/drummer-on-board.html" title="Drummer On Board." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck4CRXk-cCp7ImA9WxVUGEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-3975682270928572872</id><published>2009-03-24T05:37:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T06:36:04.758-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-24T06:36:04.758-04:00</app:edited><title>Perfection.  Too Far Away.</title><content type="html">This song writing thing is weird. I find myself looking at situations now in a whole different context than I used to. Instead of just laughing at a situation or being sad, I now look for inspiration in writing. Sometimes maybe, just three words pop into my head and I write them down. Then later I go back and ponder those three words and let it build into a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I use the emotion of the moment, along with what those words pop into my head as music. Sometimes just the music will pop into my head and that will grow to develop the emotion or memories needed to fulfill the song. I never used to do that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still searching for a drummer. I have talked to several. Most have no desire to take their talents above just wanting to jam around. Some just want to play the smash and slam of imitating the heavy metal drummers that are currently popular. They have no desire to seek the subtleties of softer rudiments sometimes needed to accent a certain part of a song during recording. The search goes on. I may make some posters and make a tour of the music stores in the area over the next couple of weeks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rib is getting better. I could actually touch my toes last night and I am getting more sleep. I think I just bruised something. And no, I didn't go to the doctor. He would have just doped me up on some narcotic and I would be really screwed up right now instead of just my normal craziness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;****************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Setting here, in the quiet time of the early morning hours, before the kids awaken and things become distracting, I have hit upon another good catch phrase that I will attempt to make into a song. I will let you know if it formulates. I was actually going to use it as one of my wise (ass) quotes of meloncutter wisdom, but it just struck me that it was a good line for a song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot started school last night. He is now officially on his way to getting his GED. I think he really enjoyed it. He is such a perfectionist. His problem is, he will settle for nothing less than his perception of perfection and sometimes in his efforts to achieve things at his level of perfection, he fails to reach the end goal. He has not yet learned that sometimes you just can't make it any better than it is with what you have. I had to learn to call it good and walk away too. Perfection is a good goal, but can never really be attained, but what you did achieve may be way better than what is needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-3975682270928572872?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3975682270928572872/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=3975682270928572872&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3975682270928572872?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3975682270928572872?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/perfection-too-far-away.html" title="Perfection.  Too Far Away." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEEMQHs6fyp7ImA9WxVUF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-3512679134763160601</id><published>2009-03-22T22:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T22:51:21.517-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-22T22:51:21.517-04:00</app:edited><title>Check It Out.</title><content type="html">The band now has a Myspace page. Click &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/dgodishgardenodyssey"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt; to check it out. It is still under construction and we have a lot to add to it but there are a couple of sound clips of what we have been recording. There will be more music soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Thursday, I hurt myself. I don't know how it happened but it did. I think I either cracked or bruised a rib. Nobody told me that it hurts like hell when that happens. The next time the spouse's van breaks down she can fix it her own damned self. I may go to the doctor. I am such a pussy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should be finishing about a song a week for the next 5 weeks or so. Most of the backing tracks are cut and we are into the vocal recording. Mixing and mastering are running smoothly. None of the music is available for sale yet but I look for this to happen by the end of April. I'll let you know when they hit the market. We are going to release them as singles first about 2 weeks apart. When we get 14 songs done then I am going to see about releasing them as a full CD. Hopefully we will have sold enough singles to pay for the production of the Cd's. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is later in the day than what I usually post. I am headed to work to do inventory. Tomorrow I will go to the doctor and get my ribs checked. (I am such a pussy.) I had to get Giggles to put my shoes and socks on me tonight because I was hurting so bad. (I am such a pussy.) My hours at work are changing now we are getting into warmer weather. I will rarely be going in before 9:00 am now. The company has expressed its desire to see their department heads there later in the day now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The traffic is going to suck at those times of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still looking for a drummer and another guitarist if anyone wants to audition and relocate. It don't pay for shit now but there are always possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-3512679134763160601?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3512679134763160601/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=3512679134763160601&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3512679134763160601?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/3512679134763160601?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/check-it-out.html" title="Check It Out." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">4</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUGR386eSp7ImA9WxVUFEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-1620550914124655914</id><published>2009-03-19T08:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T08:37:06.111-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-19T08:37:06.111-04:00</app:edited><title>I DO NOT HAVE AN ADDICTION!!!!!</title><content type="html">Several weeks ago, the spouse put me on the wagon. She told me no more guitars. She said I had enough. That was Ok with me. I have the guitars I need to make the music I want. Between us we have over 20 guitars in the house. Not a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boys wanted to go to the our favorite music store the other day. So I loaded everyone up, Giggles, the spouse and boys and off we went. Snot is looking at a guitar he wants desperately and was playing it. Poot was off running his hands over the bass guitars like they were high dollar strippers giving him a freebie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Giggles was on the couch in the lounge area reading. The spouse was setting in the middle of the store watching the four of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was looking at a particular guitar on the wall when the owner of the store came over and whispered a number in my ear. I think my eyes bugged out, I started shaking and the sweat bead popped out on my forehead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I have been rat holing a little cash that I have been holding for a rainy day. Something special might arise that I need some cash for. One never knows. The amount I had stashed was nowhere near the number that was whispered in my ear. So I just stood there shaking and sweating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spouse came over and asked what was going on. I pointed at the guitar and told her the number that I was told. Her eyes bugged out and she started shaking and sweating. I told her I had a stash. She asked how much and I told her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had enough to make up the difference in her stash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have another guitar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spouse is the one with the addiction. I was perfectly content to stand there shaking and sweating until they dragged me kicking and screaming from the building to go home. She spent more on it than I did. She is the one with the addiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I have been wanting an SG anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-1620550914124655914?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1620550914124655914/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=1620550914124655914&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1620550914124655914?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1620550914124655914?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-do-not-have-addiction.html" title="I DO NOT HAVE AN ADDICTION!!!!!" /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYNSH4zeyp7ImA9WxVUEkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-1590434535253693547</id><published>2009-03-17T05:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T06:53:19.083-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-17T06:53:19.083-04:00</app:edited><title>St. Patrick's Day.</title><content type="html">St. Patrick's Day. 2009. I dug some moldy underwear out of the dirty clothes to wear so I would have green on. Make sure you are reading this post with an Irish brogue so that it sounds authentic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the Irish have their own sex position. I know the Greek do, the orient has book after book about it. Hell even missionaries and dogs have their own positions but I have never heard of an Irish sex position. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe they have a secret one call the 4 leaf clover or the blarney stone. That might put a whole new twist on kissing the blarney stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am half Irish. My Mom's side of the family were all from Ireland. I am mostly English on my Dad's side. I guess you have to be 100 percent Irish to be let in on the secret sex positions. Dang. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The celebration of St. Patricks day is great. There are parades and shit. You get pinched if you don't wear the green of the beautiful hills of Ireland. You eat wonderful foods like Corned Beef and Cabbage. Drink lots of green beer and make merriment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate the day after St. Paddies day though. I call it &lt;strong&gt;St. Pooties Day&lt;/strong&gt;. When all that beer and cabbage hit bottom and start to make gas. It will not be pleasant being around the Irish tomorrow. I wonder what the Gaelic word for fart is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure that if I farted at work and some Irish lass was behind me going &lt;em&gt;"and I like it too&lt;/em&gt;!" if I would be able to keep a straight face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Patrick's Day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy St. Pooties Day too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-1590434535253693547?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1590434535253693547/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=1590434535253693547&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1590434535253693547?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1590434535253693547?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/st-patricks-day.html" title="St. Patrick's Day." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEARXw7fSp7ImA9WxVVGU4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-1288710641941634187</id><published>2009-03-13T03:13:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:50:44.205-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-13T03:50:44.205-04:00</app:edited><title>The Looming End Of Civilization?</title><content type="html">It is Friday the 13th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the second of three such days this year. This occurrence only happens once every 11 years. When I combine the date with the dreams I have had the last couple of days, it could be an interesting day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had the fire dream again. Since the fire we had nearly 4 years ago, I occasionally have dreams of fire and destruction. Yesterday during my nap, I had the fire dream again. I don't have it nearly as often now, as I did the first couple of years after the fire. It was different this time too. Not nearly as destructive, but much more vivid than normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, I dreamed of heavy rains and mudslides. The Willie room actually looked closer to being a dungeon rather than the room it is now. We had to evacuate the guitars and equipment from the Willie Room. The neighbors house was destroyed by a wall of mud coursing its way down the street. I don't remember all the exact details of the dreams other than bits and pieces. I do remember how vivid they were though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really feel the need to consult my specialist on the occult to see if this has any meaning. I might have to obtain some sort of talisman or lucky object to protect me from the evils my dreams are telling me are coming. I will keep Y'all posted on this. Something tells me I will be wearing a necklace with a chicken foot and a dried toad on it sometime late this afternoon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the upside, this did put a new idea of a song in my head with music and lyrics. So maybe it ain't all bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it seem like tax refunds are much smaller this year than normal? We only got back about half of what we normally get. I guess the other half went to finance some CEO's bonus or a big fancy corporate shindig at a bailout company. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love dollar menus at the local fast food joint. I fed the spouse and I and 5 teenagers last night for right at 30 bucks. I think I am going to have to get a bigger house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot starts school in another week for his GED program. He is so excited he is just about to pee himself. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took a night off from band practice last night. I really was not in a position to be ready to record anything. I am still mixing and cutting backing tracks for upcoming recording sessions. Next week I will probably have 2 ready to go. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some music stuck in my head right now. If I don't go get it written down and put into midi form I may lose it. Gotta go....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-1288710641941634187?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1288710641941634187/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=1288710641941634187&amp;isPopup=true" title="5 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1288710641941634187?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1288710641941634187?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/looming-end-of-civilization.html" title="The Looming End Of Civilization?" /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">5</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0ACSXg_fip7ImA9WxVVFkU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-2012969621535559092</id><published>2009-03-10T06:22:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:42:48.646-04:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-10T06:42:48.646-04:00</app:edited><title>Never A Dull Moment.</title><content type="html">It is never a dull moment at my house. Musicians come and go. Music either playing on the stereo or live at any given moment. There are always at least 2 teenagers here, eating, doing kid stuff, playing guitar or beating on the drums. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down deep in our boxes of mementos and items that we just store in boxes is a box of my old police equipment. In this box are (were) 2 pair of handcuffs. Somewhere in this box are (I think) the keys. I have not looked in this particular box in ten years. Poot looked in the box, saw the handcuffs and thought they would make a cool decoration in his room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot has a friend. She is very nice, very sweet and I have a feeling she may be my future daughter in law. Not soon but down the road a piece. She is spending the week with us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She found the handcuffs in Poot's room. Thinking that they were a pair of toy handcuffs, she put them on her wrists and came out to show us. I blinked about 6 times and started giggling. There is no key. It could take days to find the key. I don't know if the key made it through the fire and was not lost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The spouse has a friend on the Sheriff's department that lives near us. This deputy's daughter works for the spouse at the big box store. The spouse called the store to get her friends phone number and actually found out her deputy friend was at the big box store. They loaded Poot's chick up in the van and headed out to secure a key to get her out of the hand cuffs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they get to the box store, there are 3 patrol cars in the parking lot. Poot's chick was released. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poot is toast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been recently thinking of the afterlife. I tend to look deeper into things searching for fodder for songwriting material nowadays. A few questions have popped into my mind that I really can find no answer to. I shall post them here today so maybe you can offer some insight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Are farts still funny in Heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. If one farts in Heaven, does it still smell like a trainload of dead whales? Or does it smell like a trainload of roses?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Are the fires of hell powered by flatulence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. If I am rejected by both Heaven and Hell and I am stuck for eternity to wander as a ghost on Earth, will the Ghosthunters be able to record my farts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Does Heaven management give weekend passes to slip down to hell and see the hookers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Do the hookers in Hell get passes to attend special events in heaven?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-2012969621535559092?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2012969621535559092/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=2012969621535559092&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/2012969621535559092?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/2012969621535559092?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/never-dull-moment.html" title="Never A Dull Moment." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0EBQHs6eCp7ImA9WxVVFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-1755495811734906735</id><published>2009-03-07T03:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T03:47:31.510-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-07T03:47:31.510-05:00</app:edited><title>Busy Busy Busy....</title><content type="html">It has been a wild week. Busy at home. Busy at the job and busy with the music. This is the first time I have had a couple of minutes to even think of posting anything. With everything I have going on right now were passengers on a bus, blogging would be in the back seat. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are recording several hours a week and I am spending most of my free time at home working on the mastering and mixing of the music. Delta is working up the paperwork on getting the copyrights and things are starting to move quickly. It is so hard to get musicians for live work we have decided to concentrate on the writing and recording of the music. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will find the right musicians when it counts for us to have them.  The ones we are looking for just haven't appeared yet. I do have an emergency use drummer that will play for us if we do fall in to a show. He has other commitments but is more than glad to help us out when we need him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch for the release of a song called &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; very soon. Since I have access to high speed internet at Delta's house, soon there will be a player available so Y'all can hear it. We will also soon be getting out website up and running. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't taken time to drop by your blogs. I haven't hardly spent time on the net other than to look stuff up on the Wiki from time to time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will check back in soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-1755495811734906735?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1755495811734906735/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=1755495811734906735&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1755495811734906735?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/1755495811734906735?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/busy-busy-busy.html" title="Busy Busy Busy...." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE4NQXo9eCp7ImA9WxVWGUU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-7433452394898790474</id><published>2009-03-02T03:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T03:36:30.460-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-03-02T03:36:30.460-05:00</app:edited><title>Dang It's March Already?</title><content type="html">Dang, it is already March the second. March roared in like a lion yesterday with heavy rains for the last few days culminating in about 2 or 3 inches of snow yesterday. With the bad weather, work was just crazy. It was like holiday shopping on steroids without anything to sell. When you expect to sell 40 grand worth of stuff and they buy 50 grand worth of stuff and they want 70 grand worth of stuff, you run out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the snow was nice for a change. As soon as it quit snowing and the wind started blowing it melted away. I will have to watch for patches of ice this morning as I go to work. It is in the mid 20's this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hawghunter comes back to work today. I hope things go well for him. I am not going to deliberately be mean to him or force him to do extra things, but I can't expect any less from him that I do anyone else. He is the only hired help I have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Fuzzwinkie has been over for the weekend. He stayed an extra day because of the weather yesterday. It has been a nice visit. He entertains the kids anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow, it's off to the eye doctor. Our annual check up and update of glasses. I am probably getting old enough now that they will ad more extra focals to my lenses. Soon I should have enough of them to maybe look like a fly. Penta or Octafocals maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-7433452394898790474?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/7433452394898790474/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=7433452394898790474&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/7433452394898790474?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/7433452394898790474?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/03/dang-its-march-already.html" title="Dang It's March Already?" /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">1</thr:total></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAGSH49eSp7ImA9WxVWFkg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22681789.post-812919070811740864</id><published>2009-02-26T07:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T07:52:09.061-05:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-02-26T07:52:09.061-05:00</app:edited><title>Holy Crap, Time Flies.......</title><content type="html">Damn its been six days since my last post. I fear that blogging has taken a back seat to all the other things I have going on right now. Of course after having written nearly 1000 posts over the last three years, it could be I am running out of things to say. Probably, I have just got too many irons in the fire right now to focus on writing a blog post. I guess time flies when you are having fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the last 2 weeks, musical inspiration has hit me and I have recorded two complete backing tracks for someone to sing along with. The problem is, no words hit me and I have no words to put with them. I guess they will sit idle until and idea hits me or Delta and we write them. At least the music is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now my hair is halfway along to the good beginnings of a pony tail. I tend to run with that mad scientist or crazy music conductor look most of the time now. I figure another couple of months (maybe slightly more) and I will be able to start tying my hair back. Right now it just goes everywhere. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are still looking for the right people to fit in the band as far as a drummer or guitarist. We will just keep writing and recording our songs and wait until the right one come along. There are many out there who only want to feed their own ego and support their delusions of rock godhood. I need musicians who are committed to the band, the show and the projects we have going, not to their own images. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very soon, we will launch our own dot come website to promote the band. We are close to copyrighting enough songs to get things going and release for sale a few songs. (download sales via the internet.) I suppose we will probably build myspace and facebook sites also. Our biggest hang up has been the cold and allergy season that has kept us from completing the vocals on the songs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***************&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woohoo, today is tax day for us. We are going to see our favorite tax people and get them done. Yee haw! The spouse is already drooling over spending the refund. I hope we get one. If we have to pay, she will just have to work the street corner to make enough to pay it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Y'all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22681789-812919070811740864?l=meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/feeds/812919070811740864/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22681789&amp;postID=812919070811740864&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/812919070811740864?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22681789/posts/default/812919070811740864?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://meloncuttermusings.blogspot.com/2009/02/holy-crap-time-flies.html" title="Holy Crap, Time Flies......." /><author><name>Meloncutter</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16012190490801494501</uri><email>meloncutter@Yahoo.com</email><gd:extendedProperty name="OpenSocialUserId" value="12432639071669480149" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">3</thr:total></entry></feed>
