New sounds from old radio
Trying a new radio feed today. Not so new, really: Radio Caroline. Didn’t they used to be on a boat? No matter. Their album countdown, free of stupid commercial ads, is about as good as it gets. Not to figure out how I can get the same level of sonic comfort in a vehicle. It can be done.
I’ve put a few minutes into tidying up, and I realize that left to my own devices, I don’t really make that much of a mess. Something to ponder.
Trying to decide if I want to commit a weekend of my life to Fiddle Madness. It would be a perfect way to test our new camping machine, and the dog would be able to come along and improve his musical education. I wonder if he would sing, under the right conditions?
Last evening, I watched a documentary on the tidal conditions around San Francisco. Every bit as exciting as it sounds. The director’s “message” was repeated, over and over and over again: inside the most secure prison in the nation is better than setting off to sea in a makeshift raft. Of course, that’s his opinion. The people that actually tested the concept haven’t arrived yet, despite the “close to sixty years” of lead time. Better paddles?
Outside, our newly hilled spuds have received the first spray application of the season. I’d like to record the steps in a full growth cycle, just because. Mustn’t forget to look outside occasionally. Who knows; this could be the year that I actually try the local product.
