I got nothin’.  And instead of boring you with my usual ramblings on the haps with the house, I’ll give you a couple of videos you probably won’t click.

Barry recently dropped a post on Harrison Ford.  It was the first in a “could be” series he is calling Trading Places (or TP for short).  Get it >> Trading as in — individuals (or things) that you may not immediately associate with the building trades.  This post starts as a nod to that series.

And here we go:

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* Before Les Claypool was Primus, he was a carpenter and he auditioned for band called Metallica.  Here he laughs about it.

* The 2nd comment reads, “Jesus was a carpenter. Coincidence?”

It made me think back to a time when I was standing in a smallish crowd in Oakland, CA.  I was watching a *thing* called Punk Rock Karaoke when suddenly and uncontrollably an urge washed over me.  Did I blurt out a song title?  Nope.  Instead, I shouted in near dead silence, “Mike Watt is God!” << It was a little out of character for me.

In this clip, Mike Watt talks briefly about his friend D. Boon (the singer); and it always moves me.  (I have made reference to the Minutemen and this song, in particular, several times on this blog.)  History Lesson Part II.

* And then there’s Flea.  And we can thank friend @BirminghamPoint for a recent RHCP kick.

Once I saw an interview in which he (in roundabout way) says that what he actually plays is nothing more than punk rock.  And . . . that “punk rock” is not only a genre of music.  It is an attitude.  Paraphrased:  In punk rock, you play every note like there is gun to your head.  :End Paraphrase.

I understood; and in a lot of ways, it rolls up.  It does not need to be hard and fast, but rather, simply, well . . . now!  So . . . Put every ounce of passion that you have into every. single. note. you play.

And that, perhaps . . . changed my life.

Blood, Sugar, Sex, Magic coincidentally was dedicated to Mike Watt.  And I have always wondered about that song.  A great clip, with a great jam.

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Enjoy the weekend.  We’ll be back on task next week, and . . . hopefully back in this millennium.  Shout to the ’90s.  I’m out.  jb