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[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Songs from the Road Band - “Where the Road Goes”

Songs from the Road Band came up with a real song from the road with “Where the Road Goes.”

A traditionally minded, uptempo bluegrass number about a non-traditional lifestyle, the standalone single is a celebration of the difficult life of a touring musician, with the difficulties left in the proverbial blind spot.

Ask me where I’m from and I say everywhere/I go where the road goes/follow where the wind blows/I thank the stars each day/I get to wake up and say/I go where the road goes, is how they describe it.

“Where the Road Goes” is the strongest track yet from SFTRB, the brainchild of Steep Canyon Rangers co-founder and former bassist Charles R. Humphrey III. Fans rooting for the group might hope it represents the band turning a corner.

Grade card: Songs from the Road Band - “Where the Road Goes” - A-

12/19/24

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Steep Canyon Rangers - Live at Greenfield Lake

New Music Steep Canyon Rangers Steep Canyon Rangers – Photo: LTTL Blue Chip Bluegrass Outfit The Steep Canyon Rangers New Album ‘Live at Greenfield Lake’ Out 30 August 2024 via Yep Roc Records Continue reading Steep Canyon Rangers – Live at Greenfield Lake

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Square Dance Hell: Part 3/3

Swear warning

Part 1

Part 2

I've had this script sitting in google docs for months (after posting the initial idea), so it's a relief to take it off my to-do list. It didn't turn out exactly how I expected, but that's art!

Creator notes:

Page 9, where Eddie's on the ground by himself and everyone's walking away, I don't know, drawing that got me really emotional. T-T

Who's throwing french fries???

I just made up that Black Sabbath tee because I didn't want to rip anything off too much. It's kind of cool, maybe?

Eddie ended up looking so ticked off about being interrupted! XD

The final panel was really hard with all the text and the layers and the doodles that had to be arranged. The quote is Tolkien; spoken by Faramir to Eowyn.

So where is Jason? My theory is that he was in the square dance class at first, but the basketball coach freaked out when he twisted his ankle a little on the first day, so he got excused.

Did Eddie give up on that class, or was the cheerleader's siren call too tempting to resist? ;) I like to think he would rather suffer through it than miss the chance.

Songs I listened to waaaaay too many times: Sweetness by Jimmy Eat World, Women Like To Slow Dance by Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers, On Your Collarbone by Jordan Klassen, Dreams by Fleetwood Mac.

[therestistravel]

Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers - California (Official Lyric V...

A postcard from Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers 😊 

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Omfg. Venting. Just low key almost died. LOL.

I have this old ass truck. It’s not ancient ancient but it’s like a 97? A Ford Ranger. Idk something like that. Not as old as my cool old Chevy was. But it does have like 280K miles on it lol.

Anyways. Usually it’s a tank. But it had some issues a few days previously and then today those issues kinda came to the front.

It had died randomly when I was in town last week. No issue, I just restarted. Had to stop in the middle of the road but it’s down town ish so no one is going that fast.

But today! Just a few minutes ago! It was losing power going up our steep hill. We live on a steep gravel hill that’s between 13-15 percent grade in most spots. Go look up how steep that is if you don’t know. It’s steep steep. Especially for a drivable hill.

So I’m backing out of our lower driveway (where the animals are) loaded up with my dog and my freshly milked goat milk and as I go to chug up the hill to our house the Rpm’s just TANK. I’m revving first gear and it is not going. It’s sputtering like it’s gonna die. I slam on the brakes and engage the E brake (idk about newer cars but on old cars the brakes don’t work properly when the engine is off) (this is a stick shift car idk if I mentioned that).

So then im stuck. I can’t get it to power up or whatever. I’m not a car person. I try different gears and just gunning it and it doesn’t work. Im terrified to turn it off all the way. And my cellphone A) doesn’t work rn and B) doesn’t get reception on the hill even if it did work. The only person close to me is Quiet Dave the neighbor who doesn’t talk to anyone. And there’s a REAL possibility that my truck just fucking rolls off the cliff on either side of our STEEP ASS HILL and no one even sees what happens.

So long story short. I do restart it. Multiple times. And on one of those times the RPMs went up. Gunned it and it worked. Totally damaged my poor E brake, I smelled rubber, but I refused to disengage it until I was moving. I finally disengaged it and made it up the hill. It almost died again near the top but we made it.

To say I was shaken is an embarrassing understatement. I was like. Ugly sobbing. My poor dog was looking at me like I was an alien. I was shaking so bad I could barely walk. I have so much driving anxiety (anxiety doesn’t even cover it) and I HATE driving up this all already. This fucking hill has been a source of stress for me for almost literally my entire life. (My uncle used to live where my brother / neighbor lives now and we used to come here for thanksgiving and Christmas sometimes and I vividly remember thinking that we’d just slide backwards down the hill and into oblivion cuz there’s no way any car could just keep climbing up this insane hill).

Anyways. I bitch constantly about the hill but here’s a good example of how it’s legitimately scary sometimes. All fun and games until ur brakes don’t work right and you remember there’s nothing but canyons and trees and blackberry bushes on either side. 😭😭😭

[paintingsandrecords]

a silvery marmoset; ink and watercolor

last eighteen day’s listening:

tsunami - be like that/newspaper

new lost city ramblers - the new lost city ramblers

pete seeger/almanac singers - the original talking union and other union songs

various - dr. demento’s mementos

steve martin and the steep canyon rangers - the long awaited album

slickee boys - mersey, mersey me

frank turner - undefeated

general patton vs. the x-ecutioners - general patton vs. the x-ecutioners

blake babies - earwig

lovage - music to make love to your old lady by

juliana hatfield - bed

descendents - 9th & walnut

priests - bodies and control and money and power

inquisition - revolution live

[banjoforpleasure]

Steve Martin and the Steep Canyon Rangers: NPR Music Tiny Desk Concert

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Boyd and 🎶💔

i’ve been waiting for the music question all my life…

music headcanon: as we all know, boyd can canonically clog! so i think when he’s just chill, having a glass of whiskey or two, he’ll be listening to some bluegrass. albums i think he’d enjoy: long violent history (tyler childers) and tell the ones i love (steep canyon rangers).

angsty headcanon: alright i guess i’ll bring up my codependency theory! i think boyd is identity-less without others. he so badly desires others to desire him, whether it be as a leader, lover, or enemy. when he’s a alone he doesn’t know who he is. when you see him around others, he knows who he is. a racist, a preacher, an outlaw. but alone? he’s just the boy who lost his momma.

thank you for this one, it was fun!!

[osidius-el-enfatico]

best actors turned musicians listed

donald glover into childish gambino

jack black and rage kage into tenacious d

jason schwartzman into coconut records

steve martin and the steep canyon rangers

that time brie larson slayed penis in scott pilgrim singing black sheep

[krispyweiss]

Song Review: Steep Canyon Rangers - “That’s All” (Live, Rehearsal)

There’s an undeniable groove to Steep Canyon Rangers’ take on “That’s All,” which comes out in a knotted ball of banjo, mandolin and fiddle driven by brushes on a percussion kit.

And while the groove cannot be denied, there’s another intangible that holds back the Genesis cover. Perhaps it’s the song itself. Maybe it’s that the band was working out the kinks in an empty Red Rocks Amphitheater. Or perhaps it’s something else. But something is missing.

There’s a germ of an SCR tune in that rhythm track. But “That’s All” ain’t all that.

Grade card: Steep Canyon Rangers - “That’s All” (Live, Rehearsal) - C+

7/16/24

[nothingchanges27]

WWS S7 Steep Canyon Rangers "Honey on my Tongue"

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9 People You'd Like To Know More

I was tagged by several people for this one, thank you all. 😊

last song: On The Water by Steve Martin and Steep Canyon Rangers. I fucking love banjos y'all. And I have always adored Steve Martin.

currently watching: Several things. I'm on season 8 of my every-few-years Scrubs rewatch, which means I'm almost done bc I won't rewatch season 9 this time. I'm halfway through season 3 of Picard for the first time and LOVING IT (no spoilers please). And Mr. SDW and I are in the middle of season 1 For All Mankind.

currently reading: The Awakening by Nora Roberts. It's the first book of a series by her that came out...two years ago I think? I'm enjoying it more than I've enjoyed some of her recent stuff, although her writing style has far too many commas these days IN MY OPINION. But I'm already 2/3 of the way through the book, and I just started reading it a week or so ago. (I'm not a super fast reader like everyone else On Here so this is good for me lol.)

current obsession: Honestly I have been playing Spades on my phone like it's my job lately. I've also been on a big Space Kick, thanks to my shows and the fic I'm still working on (forever and ever) and just how I keep running into it in my daily life. It's been great. And I have figured out how to keep my tumblr dashboard crabs on the desktop version past the expiration date so I'm tending that like a careful garden.

Tagging: @teatotally; @lierdumoa; @virareve; @intoni; @commarogue; @starsgoblue; @lady-sci; @waxedpaperdoor; @slipsthrufingers

[holidayvisa]

14 February 2024

14 February 2024 - I got up for a video call interview for a job back in the US. The interview did NOT go well. I felt like I was rambling, and there was a moment where I thought, "am I still talking? What am I even saying right now?" It was not ideal. After the interview, I made some breakfast and packed up my gear. Elise had invited me to be a volunteer park ranger today with her and her summer intern mentee. Elise picked me up around 9 am, and Arnie and Uncle Mitch were hanging out in the front yard, and they were excited to meet Elise. I quickly introduced them to Elise, and then I hopped in Elise's car, and we headed to Pararaha (South of Piha). We met up with Josh (the summer intern), and we drove in two 4WD vehicles out to Karekare Beach, at the end of the Pararaha trail. We drove across the river, and out onto the black sand beach.

As Elise drove, she drifted in the sand around corners. I screamed with joy! We drove along the beach, with huge waves forming pipelines that would eventually crash in a big splash of whitewater and boils and foam.

As we drove, I looked out West over the ocean and South across the huge black sand beach and East towards the jungle and the Waitakere Mountain Range. It was surreal. We arrived at the bottom of the Pararaha Trail and parked both 4WD vehicles there. We loaded all the dry clothes into Josh's vehicle (which was staying at this spot at the bottom of the Pararaha Trail). We put all the gear for the day and lunches in Elise's vehicle, and Elise hopped in the back; she told Josh to drive (since it was his last day), and she told me to sit in the front seat (so I could enjoy the ride). Josh drove us to the top of the Pararaha Trail. We parked a vehicle there and got ready for our mission: baiting the poison traps. I put on a high-vis orange vest that said "PARK RANGER." We grabbed our gear and started hiking around 11 am. As we hiked down the trail, every time that we saw a pink marker on the trail, we looked around for the traps. We opened up the trap, pulled the old contents out and threw them into a garbage bag, and filled the trap with new poison bait. We did this for probably ten different traps, and each trap took probably under one minute. When we got to the confluence of Pararaha and Blue Canyon, we put on our wetsuits.

---side mission---

After we finished the side mission, we continued down the Pararaha Trail, which followed the river. Some of the trail was just off to the side of the river, but most of the trail was creek-walking through the river. As we walked down the river, there were several waterfalls, Some of the waterfalls were not very steep, and we were able to carefully hike down or scramble down the waterfall. Some of the waterfalls had big pools at the bottom, and we'd jump down the waterfalls into the deep pools at the bottom of the waterfalls (one person would down climb carrying the poison bag so that it didn't get wet).

The canyon got less and less steep, and some point, we were running down the low-grade waterfalls! We stopped for a few minutes to eat our lunches, and we continued hiking out. We got out of the river and onto the hike out trail that leads to Karekare Beach. On this hike out, we refilled a few more poison bait traps. We arrived at the end of the trail and hiked out onto Karekare Beach to our 4WD vehicle around 3 pm. We hopped in, and Josh drove us through the black sand, drifting and fish-tailing, back to the river, across the river, and onto the road. We drove back to the top of Pararaha Trail where the other vehicle was parked. We said goodbye to Josh, and Elise and I drove back to the Park Ranger Depot. Elise dropped me off in Henderson.

Back at the Good Vibes Flat Tribe house in Henderson, Jimmy had brought home Maori raw fish and fry bread, and we had a family dinner with all four of us: Jimmy, Arnie, Taylor, and me.

I'm grateful for Jimmy; he had me fill up Elise's tank with a jerry can of diesel fuel he had before Elise and I left for our mission this morning. I'm grateful to Elise; she thought of me and invited me to join in as a volunteer park ranger! I'm grateful to have spent the whole day with Elise at Pararaha, hiking through beautiful places, seeing gorgeous waterfalls, jumping into bright blue pools. I'm grateful for Jimmy for hosting a family dinner tonight and bringing the flatmates together.

[bobcatmoran]

Back from a trip to Palm Springs, California, staying at the house my parents were renting for the winter, which, totally unplanned, overlapped with Modernism Week there. For those who've never been to Palm Springs, it's a town that's very, VERY of that era from post-WWII - 1970s, and there's a significant population of the town that is, shall we say, enamoured of that era of architecture. If you've seen "Don't Worry Darling," it was mostly filmed on site in Palm Springs, and large swaths of the town are to a not-insignificant degree just as unnerving as the environment in that film.

I went to a couple of free lectures on various bits of that era, thanks to the event. And don't get me wrong, there's some seriously amazing buildings that came out of it, and the modernism movement's embracing of merging outdoor and indoor spaces while, especially in those bulidings built in the pre-A/C era, trying to work with both the local climate and the stunning views from the valley and the nearby hillsides.

But despite my dad's reassurances that, "This town is built over an aquifer, so we don't need to worry about water," I was very aware that this was a town built in a desert environment that cannot possibly sustainably hold the expanding population that lives there, especially if people insist on keeping grass lawns and pools — a great many houses I saw had xeriscaped yards with gravel and local flora, but the many, many local golf courses certainly didn't.

I also tired quickly of tours of, "This is where [celebrity] lived!" where you could see little more than a 7-foot high hedge or fence and maybe a sliver of rooftop, since Palm Springs' bulding codes don't allow for buildings more than 1 story tall unless you know somebody or find a loophole like one celebrity house that has a 2nd story that only has 3 walls. The area was a refuge for Hollywood stars during the studio system era, and there still are a couple who live there today in gated communities, but most of those formerly celebrity-occupied-houses now are mostly hidden except for a mailbox and like, the top foot of the roofs. My celebrity-obsessed stepmom nevertheless decided to take us on a tour of them.

It all made me uneasy, especially with the glorification of an era where my very existence, as a biracial Japanese-American, would've held me suspect by my birth alone. Heck, even when my parents married in the mid-70s, my grandparents on both sides got a lot of not-so-subtle commentary from "well-meaning" family friends and neighbors about, "Do you know your son/daughter is marrying someone of a different race?"

However! those bits of the local environment that have been preserved are amazing. I went to Joshua Tree National Park, and marveled at the uncanny rock formations (geologic uplifts of granite and other igneous rocks eroded away by the wind until they look like backgrounds from The Flintstones) and the Dr. Seuss-esque Joshua Trees, which don't even grow an inch per year. I wandered through a "forest" of chola cacti, elbow-high, bristling with easily detachable orbs that could cling painfully to you if you only brushed against them, saw traces of cattle ranchers that had attempted to make a living there during a relatively wet period in the 1920s and then fled as the climate dried out. I took guided tours up the Tahquitz and Andreas Canyons, which are both managed by the Aqua Caliente band of Cahuilla Indians and are each amazing in their own way. I learned about the first recorded human explorations of the area and how the Cahuilla used the local plants for food and medicine and shelter. If you're ever in the area, If you're able to handle the hikes (Tahquitz in particular has a LOT of steep steps up and down), I highly, highly recommend the ranger hikes, which absolutely change your perspective of the area.

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