Dog On It at the DB

 

We're Dog On It, Johny McDonald, Ken Cawley, and myself. And we've been asked to play at the Drunk Brush on Fridays recently. Some good ol' fun going on! Trying new stuff, new sounds as well as some old ones, of course. Why Dog On It? Because between Johny and I, we own 7 dogs.

The illustration I got from DALL-E, after a lot of prompting: Illustration of an Australian Shepherd dog sitting on a pile of broken instruments, including drums, guitars, fiddles, etc.

Grumpy and Cold

I asked ChatGTP and DALL-E to generate a story and illustration about an old man being grumpy about it being too cold and snowy to go out and ride his bike.

It was a cold, bitter Winter day, and old man Barky was feeling particularly grumpy. He had been looking forward to going for a ride on his beloved e-bike, with his trusty sidekick Beatrice, but the weather was just too darn cold.

As he sat in his cozy living room, sipping on a mug of hot cocoa, Barky couldn't help but feel a sense of annoyance towards Winter. "Why does it have to be so cold?" he grumbled to himself.

He tried to shake off his frustration and decided to take matters into his own hands. He rummaged through his closet and pulled out his warmest coat, gloves, and hat. "I'll show Winter who's boss!" he declared.

But as soon as he stepped outside, the icy wind hit him like a ton of bricks. "This is ridiculous!" he shouted, trying to make his way back to the warmth of his house.

Despite his best efforts, Barky just couldn't seem to get warm. His fingers and toes were freezing and his nose was running like a faucet. "I give up," he said, defeated.

With a heavy heart, Barky trudged back inside and curled up on the couch with a blanket. "I guess I'll just have to wait until Spring to ride my bike," he said, sighing.

Oh well, at least he had plenty of hot cocoa and Beatrice to keep him company until then.

What's Under The House?

It's totally my fault for not buttoning up the house. I have several places where any critter can get access to the crawl space. So, they've moved in whoever they are, and BB is going crazy trying to figure out who/what it is. I think she is worried they may make their way inside.

So, I asked ChatGTP and DALL-E to generate some text and illustrations about it.

As you lie in bed, trying to get some much-needed sleep, your dog's incessant whining grows louder and louder. You try to ignore it at first, but the high-pitched sound is driving you insane.

Finally, you can't take it anymore and drag yourself out of bed to see what's wrong. You follow your dog to the living room, where they are frantically scratching at the floorboards, their tail wagging a mile a minute.

You grab a flashlight and go outside to the place where there is access to the crawlspace, bend down to take a closer look, and to your horror, you see several pairs of glowing eyes staring back at you from underneath the house. You immediately start to panic, wondering what kind of monster could be lurking beneath your home.

But then, as you stare into those glowing eyes, you realize that it's not a monster at all - it's just a raccoon that's somehow gotten trapped under your house.

You let out a sigh of relief, but as you start to laugh at your own absurdity, your dog just looks at you with a confused expression, still convinced that there's something terrifying lurking underneath the house.

You can't help but chuckle at the silly animal's antics as you go back to bed, finally able to get some rest thanks to your faithful (and slightly paranoid) furry friend.

I Guess It's Not Summer Anymore

Outside my front door.

I guess it's not summer anymore. The once-endless days of sunshine and warmth have given way to a cool, crisp breeze and the changing colors of the leaves. The air is filled with the aroma of burning wood and the distant sound of geese flying south.

Gone are the lazy afternoons spent lounging by the pool and the sound of ice clinking in glasses. In their place are cozy sweaters and hot cups of tea, enjoyed in front of a crackling fireplace. The world begins to hunker down for the long winter ahead, drawing in and slowing its pace.

As the days grow shorter and the nights longer, the world prepares to slumber once more. The trees shed their leaves in a riot of gold and red, the flowers close their petals, and the world grows quiet.

It is a time of contemplation and introspection, a time to gather in the warmth and comfort of loved ones. So let us bid farewell to summer, for it is time to turn our faces to the cool and stillness of the coming autumn, and then the snows of winter.

(Text by ChatGTP,  photo by me.)

The World Changed

The world changed a few days ago.  OpenAI released ChatGTP, a conversational AI open to everyone. It's blowing minds everywhere.

I have big plans with this thing ...

Barky's World at PHAF '22

 It's been 3 long years since the last Plumas Homegrown Americana Festival. One year was canceled due to Covid, the next due to the Dixie Fire. This year it was hot but we pulled it off and it was fun! I have my own section of the festival with a stage as well as several pop-up tents for work/play shops.

Rickety Bridge on Barky's Stage

Barky's Jam-O-Rama

Another Day, Another Bike Ride

 Dragging BB around in a trailer behind an e-bike. I borrowed this bike and trailer, 'cause I want to build or buy my own. Thinking about possible different configurations. This could be a new, fun hobby for us!

MCing an event this Friday (Aug5)

 Plumas County is commemorating the one-year anniversary of the Dixie Fire. I'm organizing and MCing the Friday night event which is a show and tell for locals to express their sentiments about their experience of the fire in song, dance, prose, etc.

Here is the Facebook page with more information:

https://www.facebook.com/MemOfPlumQuincy

Played with Leslie Mink at Jessie's Last Night

 

Photo from 2008

'Twas fun. We worked on our tunes, which we've accumulated over the years. My favorite from last night was probably Cricket On The Hearth into Sadie At The Backdoor.

Playing Solo at Jessie's Joint Thursday Nights

 

I just started playing at JJ in E. Quincy.  Solo (so far), 6:30ish Background music. Vocals. Experimental.