What I find missing from Michael Andreas is the passion other players, like Alexander Malofeev, demonstrate (even with his horrible posture). If/when Michael Andreas finds it, his music will be absolutely incredible. While I'm waiting . . .
Eddie Mae raised my cousin, and they treated her like dirt. She was one of those amazing people who was both warm and cuddly as well as strong. When she pulled you in close and wrapped her arm around you, you knew you were safe from the world. She was the only reason I ever wanted to go to their house, from as far back as I can remember. And that's a LONG time!
I can't even imagine using a chamber pot and an outhouse! The pet squirrel I'd like though Our family wasn't into music at all. They all prefered talking - there was a constant buzz going on somewhere, and the noise of kids always filled the empty spaces in the background. Probably why I enjoy sitting alone on the beach, just listening to the waves and no human voices.
mmmmmm enjoyed that and baked a pan of bacon as a result... We have Little Richards here with a drive through and I bring that home weekly for my salads.
"That's the power of pork! Have I told you I love you?" Finished with a sweet head touch. ♥♥♥♥♥
My father was one of 11 kids. They all had husbands/wives. All had at least one kid. Needless to say the family was fairly big. They're all gone now - even the first cousins. One of my father's brothers and his wife had a home (originally a log cabin, remodeled into a proper home) on the Warrior river, and every family reunion it'd fill up to overflowing with family. I remember fans everywhere trying to shoo the heat. Groups would gather on the porch, in the living room, and in the kitchen - I'd bounce around listening to the grown up conversations. Then I'd go outside with the cousins and play in the shallows. Every morning my Aunt would fix breakfast - All I remember is the huge cast iron skillet half full of bacon grease that she used to [deep] fry eggs. I'm certain that her food was the start of my arteries clogging! But it was so good - and made even better because my Aunt never wore her teeth and she always cracked me up. Trying to figure out what she was saying was a task almost impossible to accomplish (thick Alabama drawl + no teeth = WTF did you say?????). I am just glad I was ignorant of the degree of bigotry each of them carried for as long as I was. I think I was around 14 when I saw where another Aunt's maid lived (her name was Eddie Mae; a big, soft, black woman who loved to hug). The roof was corrugated aluminum. That was when I started to see the flaws and ugliness. But I have the good memories, and they can still bring a smile to my face.
Bob Sykes BBQ was the favorite family destination on our every-other-year family reunions in Bessemer, Alabama. We'd take up a few tables as we'd have Aunt's, Uncle's, and Cousins a-plenty with us. First place I had BBQ, and will always be, in my mind at least, the best. They ship sauce, and I've ordered it before - but it's not the same unless it's on their pork and a with a dining room full of family. Yesterday Bob Sykes BBQ had a great spot on a Cooking channel show - if you watch, they're in the 2nd half (about 13:00). Makes me want to road trip to Alabama just to have a bbq pork sandwich. But I take mine with slaw!
When I was a sophmore in college, c. 1974, my architectural degree program required me to take a semester course in Fortram Watfor programming. Why? I haven't the foggiest; but, on a weekly basis for that semester we had to design and successfully run a program. We worked out the proper steps, punched the commands onto punch cards and submitted the stack of cards (which go progressively taller and taller as the semester went on as the programs got more complicated) to the computer services department to be run. Then, we picked up the print-out of our programs the next day, debugged them and re-submitted them. Rinse and repeat until your program successfully ran. At the time, it seemed to be such a waste because anyone with any sense could see the future of computers was not in punch cards. I do have a rudimentary understanding of how computer programs work; but, I much prefer to let the hardware and software to all the heavy lifting and all I have to do is select and click
I do remember being in a Radio Shack store sometime in the late 70's (graduation from college 12-78) with a bunch of buddies and seeing a TRS-80 computer on display. Someone commented that he wouldn't be surprised to see a computer like that in everyone's home within a decade. He was roundly ridiculed because what did anyone have a need for a computer in their home My first was an Apple IIc that I bought in 1986, then upgraded to a custom built 286 tower around 1990, so on until my current rig, an HP tower running Windows 10
My high school had a computer that you programmed via punch cards - the local telephone company (GTE) donated it when they upgraded. I wish I'd have taken the class ... but alas, I did not! I did, however, buy one of those TRS-80 computers when they first came out in 1977. I got home and suffered sticker shock ... took it back, and then bought it again a year and a half later. I still have one. Saving data on a cassette tape was not a good idea as they suffered from tons of errors. The floppy drives for the thing were $500 each, which sucked up all my $$$$ back then. Fortran and Cobol are still used today, but primarily just in maintaining the old banking financial systems. My programming language of choice was Basic. I did contract work for a restaurant POS reseller - one of my programs was distributed around the world. The POS system ran CP/M [The operating system Bill Gates bastardized to make MS-DOS]. Fun times!