Dropped by right after breakfast, walked right up and introduced himself
as I was ripping stock for an appliance garage. Hung around for lunch,
begged part of my ham sandwich, then left with out so much as "by your
leave". Didn't lift a hand, but watched everything closely and appeared
to be taking notes.
And I know from experience that with that kind of humidity and temp it
feels like 70 to us from Houston. Last time my wife and I were in Moab the
temp was around 107 at noon. Mixed with the low humidity we found it
entertaining to visit the gift shops and the owners commenting how hot it
was. It was a delightful day for us.
They're very curious, when they're young like that.
We get them every spring, and they sure are cute.
Even when they get older, they're not aggressive, like people think.
That defensive pose they strike, when cornered, looks pretty viscous
with those crazy teeth and all and the hissing.
They also are not disease-ridden and dangerous to your pets, like many
think. Their body temperatures are actually too low to host most mammal
viruses like rabies.
Because they're almost blind when not in the dark, it's pretty easy to
catch them by just putting a box or crate right next to them. They'll
climb right inside, trying to escape the light.
"Playing is not something I do at night, it's my function in life"
Many years ago, on a Sunday afternoon in the control room of a recording
studio, I was attempting to lay down a bass track on a tune that just
had to be finished that day. I was alone, there was no way to punch-in a
24 track in those days without re-winding and starting over, and only
one track was left open so I couldn't comp it. I'd already had half a
dozen shots at it from the top and was finally in the pocket and
grooving on the last chorus when I caught a movement out the corner of
WTF? This was in a big city, no way in hell a curly haired, white, baby
possum is going to walk into a recording studio, in broad daylight,
downtown, in a big city, right?
Little shit walked right up to my tapping right foot, set himself down,
looked up, and comfortably made himself an audience.
But, there was also NO way in hell I was going to stop playing, even for
Godzilla, with only 30 seconds left to go on the best take of the day!
Only slight rattled, I managed to keep the groove, and while holding the
last note long enough for the long fade the tune was supposed have, that
little shit looked up at me as if say "Well, that wasn't all that bad,
might wanna keep that one!", yawned, turned around and walked out.
(He did show up about a week later at the adjoining club next door and
scared the shit out of the girls behind the bar ... but that's another
That's twice now .... deja vu all over again.
My very first exposure to a digital recorder as an engineer in the late
70's was the Sony PCM-F10 ... that was cutting edge, high tech that only
the big boys got to play with. Then I personally bought the F1/VCR combo
and carried it around to various studios to mix to in the early 80's.
We thought we were hot shit with digital anything back in those days ...
and I still hate digital as much as I ever did. Give me a 2" 24 track,
smpte'd to a 16 trk 2" for drums and bass, running 30ips, and I'll
tickle your bottom with bass and kick like you haven't heard in 20 years!
I still play, but realized I'd lost the "golden ears" about 10 years ago
for studio work, although the last album I engineered/produced was about
three years ago ... I got tired of turning the control room monitors to
11 to answer the question "What was that (noise)?"
I really don't miss the pro studio life ... it was a crazy life, and a
helluva lot of fun, but gets old the older you get.
Like Mike, I'm a music person. I've never had 'em in my studio (in the
basement) but they've been in my shop which is a door away from the
Along with being a "muso", I'm a city dweller. Here in Baltimore, I value
possum, foxes, racoons, etc. If they are hanging around, the rats haven't
taken over. It's worth keeping in mind.
What is the point of your gratuitous sarcasm? This is not a political
Had you bothered to look at Stuart's address, you would have seen it
end with "uk". Maybe, as a consequence, you might have realized that
he may not be entirely familiar with southern American fauna and
mistook the possum for a rat.
I think an apology is order.
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