At home, but not resting

I wasn't home for 2 hours before the phone started ringing. I wasn't home for an entire day before the business end of the music business crept up on me and kicked me in the ass. Life was so much simpler when someone else was in charge and all I had to do was show up and mix.

So the first week back was a prep week for the Mountain Days Festival. Evidently "hillbilly" or "redneck" is passé and outdated terminology and "Appalachian American" is the appropriate terminology for this gaggle of genetic miscreants. It isn't the country music that bothers me; it isn't the horribly fattening pork fat based food either. It's the obvious genetic defects and the general idiocy that gets to me. Based on what I saw I have come up with a list for the Appalachian community to help them better assimilate into regular society.

1.) Fat guys should wear shirts.
2.) Fat girls should too.
3.) If your mustache is long enough to floss with, trim it.
4.) Don't wipe the BBQ sauce off of your mouth with the dirty shirt you're wearing.
5.) BBQ sauce should not be in the recipe for EVERYTHING.
6.) Skynyrd Sucks

This list is incomplete and will be added to in future blogs. Now then, on to determining "Appalachian Heritage". Is there documentation or does the toothless accents give it away?

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And now for something completely different.

I quit smoking. I realized that at 30 years old I have smoked for half of my life and decided it was time to quit. 14 days and no cigarettes later the habit has finally been kicked. 2.5 packs equal 50 cigarettes. That was my daily consumption and I went from 50 to 0 with no weaning, switching to lights, special patches, gums, suppositories, or ointments; just some good old-fashioned willpower. YAY ME!!!!!

The smoking news sparked another pondering of mine.

Smoking seems to be a prerequisite in the Appalachian community and there generally isn't a problem, but when the only seats are dried bales of straw in a field of dry grass is smoking a good idea? The Appalachian Americans seemed to think so. I give up.

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Now it's time to work, work, work... it seems that it never ends. Whether touring the country making things rock, supporting and providing sound things for local and regional acts and festivals or preparing to be a father and all the fun work that goes with that, I wonder if I'll ever get a break. Maybe after all of my chores are done, ma will let me go outside and play.

Oh yeah, here's a few pics of Mountain Days

This lady was having some fun

Elvis was in the building

Pretty Boys are a part of country music

They want the attention of the crowd

But the Country Girl singers want their pic taken with E-Rock