So my brother, M, & myself are driving down to Knoxville, TN as I write. My brother and I wanted something that wasn't on the local radio or XM -- both of which were available to us.
Coming prepared I pulled out an FM transmitter, my laptop, power inverter, and cell phone. Together, we are streaming The Current (89.3 FM - Minnesota Public Radio) while driving on I-75 south through Kentucky mountains.
I've been spending a lot of time packing (at least when this was written) and moving recently out of The Shelter back to my parents' house. Because I plan to move agian by January I am putting in more effort than normal so I don't essentially move twice. This is my most organized move every. It really gets better every time.
I think I've found all the instrutments I own, it is kinda of amazing. Apparently I just can't get rid of something musical after I get it. I apparently own all the following (and "tested" half of them while moving :-)
Accoustic Guitar
Electric Guitar & Amp
Recorder (for real, since 5th grade, and I still know the fingerings!)
A tenor saxophone dating back to approximately 1929.
An shortened electric keyword (e.g., it is like a regular electric piano but missing an octave on either end.)
Harmonica in the key of C
I think that is it. I was pretty pumped about finding my juice harp again, and taking out the sax for a bit. I can actually play all of them but the keyboard (well, I can play most chords in the key of G and play simple melodies, but not really play.) But I figure not playing keyboard is compensated by playing Tuba. Unforatently, I don't have one of those on hand :-( They are pretty awesome!
I love playing all of these, even the onese I suck at (most).
He's Home!
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Tim was discharged this morning after a good night's sleep! He is now
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One more new link over on the sidebar today. It's a link for one of my good
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