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You Can Pick Your Friends
Posted on June 13th, 2008 by Chris.
Filed under: Music, Picture stories, Youtube.
And you can pick your nose, but you can’t pick your friend’s nose.
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Rig and settings:
60th Anniv American Fat Strat Deluxe
Fender Hotrod Deluxe - clean channel
Volume 2/12
Treble 9
Bass 5
Mid 8
Reverb 3
Presence 9
BBE Green Screamer
Boss DD6 echo
Disc Golf in Little Rock - Burns Park
Posted on June 4th, 2008 by Chris.
Filed under: Disc Golf, Picture stories, Sports, Vacations.
I’m in Little Rock for a week on business. Being the disc golf nut that I am, one of the top things on my list of things to find here is a disc golf course, and lo and behold, there is Burns Park.
A mere 10 minutes away from my hotel on Markham, just by the Arkansas River, this ENORMOUS city park is home to two rather exceptional disc golf courses. The blue course, which is longer and more open, is the one I’ve played twice already (in two days). The red course, which is shorter and on the side of a (to me) mountain, is more technical and wooded.
Yesterday was my first round. I got out of work and high-tailed it back to the hotel, eager to get out there and throw some discs. I had no trouble finding the place, and was thrilled to tee off on a course with elevation. For a Florida flatlander, this was like an excursion to disc golf nirvana.
After the first hole, I knew I’d get lost, so I mustered my social skills and jogged up to a couple that were playing two holes ahead of me. As politely as I could present myself as a regular guy that wouldn’t rob or beat them, I introduced myself and asked it they minded if I join them, since I was new to the course and liable to get lost. They were Nate and Amy, a couple that proved to be perfectly in line with all the people I’d met in Little Rock so far — super friendly and terrifically hospitable. I was not disappointed in my decision to approach them.
On the 11th hole, after finding a huge pine tree had crushed the 10th basket to smithereens (see photo), I threw my Champion Beast forehand right into a tree about 75 feet in front of the tee. It looked like it dropped straight down, but upon reaching its alleged landing place, it was nowhere to be found. Nate and Amy searched for this disc for almost thirty minutes…. and five minutes after I’d given it up for lost, not wanting to cut short their round on my account. Then, Amy FINDS my disc!! This, ladies and gentlemen, is what Little Rock people are capable of… going way beyond the basics of friendliness!
Today I played again, this time by myself, thinking that I’d learned enough of where the tees and baskets were. I was mostly right. I ran into a group of guys playing made-up holes, just screwing around, and they pointed me towards the 13th tee, which I couldn’t find. I was proud, incidentally, that my only birdie of the day happened right near them. I outdrove the basket with a nice forehand flick, and sunk the twenty foot birdie putt. Aw yeah!
I finished at 12 over par, which included no less than three dinked-out putts from near range. Not the best scoring round for me lately, but given the circumstances, I’m pretty happy with the score.
As I sat in one of numerous pavilions by the parking lot before motoring back to the hotel, a group of five guys wander off the red course and have a seat next to me. Again, they’re very friendly and approachable, and we made great conversation for half an hour or so. One of them, “Corndog” (I’m not making this up) offered me a beer along with the rest of his buddies, and we shot the shit for a while, talking about disc golf, how they’d played 72 holes that day (!!??) and how disc golf’s got to be one of the greatest pastimes on Earth. We shook hands and promised that if I’m ever in Little Rock again, I’d look them up with the business card Corndog handed me.
Seriously, when a friendly guy who plays disc golf, who goes by “Corndog” says to look him up next time you’re in town, you DO so.
Wanee Fest 2008 - Junior Brown and Warren Haynes Jam
Posted on April 14th, 2008 by Chris.
Filed under: Music, Picture stories, Weird Nights Out.
Photos from Wanee Festival - 2008 - Live Oak, Florida. I do not know the names of the guys in the campsite jam photos except Tony Tyler, the blonde headed fella on the right side. That dude could PLAY, folks lemme tell ya. He reminded me of a young Trey Anastasio. When I met him while waiting for Junior Brown to come onstage, I told him so. His face lit up, thankfully, as the weight of this conpliment didn’t escape him. Really, really nice guy… from somewhere up in Georgia. Apparently, all these dudes in the photos are musician buddies from wherever they live. I’d love to visit for a show or two, as these guys know their shit. They were remarkably friendly and approachable, all of them.
Some photos from Wanee Fest in Live Oak.
Campsite Jam - unknown band. I did meet and talk with all of these guys, but the only name I got (or retained) was Tony Tyler, the fair haired fella in tye die.
Junior Brown / Warren Haynes shots were taken up close before my camera went kaput.
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Citrus Bowl - Florida Loses in Tight Match
Posted on January 2nd, 2008 by Chris.
Filed under: Chris' Stuff, Florida Living, Picture stories, Sports.
Well, it was our first Bowl Game experience. It wasn’t what we had hoped, unfortunately, and the reason only occurred to us after the fact, after we’d wondered what was missing. The game took place in Orlando — not Gainesville. Had we been in the Swamp, the game would’ve likely had more of its desired, characteristic craziness, that thing we’d been longing to experience. Overall, we had a good time, but next time it’ll be in the Swamp, with REALLY LOUD Gator fans.
Front Yard Sunset
Posted on December 17th, 2007 by Chris.
Filed under: Chris' Stuff, Florida Living, Picture stories.
Perfectly late picking up the mail from the box this evening, just in time to pause for a moment to enjoy a beautiful moment at dusk.
Berlin Debut
Posted on December 26th, 2006 by Chris.
Filed under: Amazing Shit, Chris' Stuff, Picture stories, Weird Nights Out.
These are from, kid you not, my first time playing out. It was in Berlin a few years ago, at a historic bar about a block from Checkpoint Charlie near the Wall. It’s called The Oscar Wilde Bar and was the first place people would go to have a “free” beer in West Berlin. It was full of posters plastered to the ceiling, exceptionally friendly people (we met people from all over that night) and a singer on an electric-acoustic doing crowd-pleasing singalong stuff. I had enough beer (the best stuff, called Kilkenny) to be cajoled into getting on stage and doing a few covers in front of complete strangers. Seriously, this happened, and it was awesome. What a great memory.
The setlist:
- Chalkdust Torture (Phish)
- Dirt (Phish)
- Over the Hills and Far Away (Led Zeppelin)
I insisted, and still do, that I sounded like complete shit. The people I was with said it was awesome, but I think they were just being nice.
