~ No More Tears & A Free Iced Tea Latte ~

Just teasing with the thumb-down-- a bit of a 'parody-critique' of the whole 'built-in virtual social network engineering' thing I guess.

The song's actually pretty good, especially if one attempts to transcend one's own tastes, notions, moods and echoes/cliques, etc..
Is that house what they call one of those shotgun houses of the American South?... https://search.brave.com/images?q=shotgun+house&source=images
Not precisely I guess. The shotguns are really cute in any case.

But here's what I also wanted to share; a recent idea/hypothesis to form a band/project of a 'motley crew' of disparate people with disparate tastes, notions and echoes/cliques-- the highest creative friction-- that then try extra-super-hard to 'make it work/work it out', since it is suspected that the best or most sublime (if that's the right word) output/results may very well come from/of it.
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Incidentally, I was once at a corporate cafe (Starbucks-- kind of dislike it in some ways, but I could get away there with what I wouldn't dare attempt at a mom and pop cafe) and in comes Ozzy Osborne who sits at a table one empty table over from mine. (I'm on my laptop.) There's no one else in the cafe except us, but the cafe is attached-- fully open-- to a bookstore.

I don't follow Ozzy and had only a very small awareness of who he was and looked like and when he came in and sat down, he looked to me simply like a homeless or street guy-- kind of out of place for the environment. (Not that I was dressed to the nines myself mind you, but at least I had The Laptop.)

Anyway, a few minutes later, there's some whispering and odd shuffly activity and I look up from my screen and notice a small lineup of people forming at his table. WTF right?
So I find out who he is and a few minutes later, the Starbucks manager-barista shows up at his table with a free drink. So I ask her for one, too-- Ozzy likely heard that, unless his hearing was shot, which was possible-- and she responds that they're 'just having fun'-- whatever that means. So I reply that I'm just having fun, too, so she relents and asks me what I want and then gets it made and served.

In retrospect, I should have asked Ozzy if I could tag along wherever he goes for free iced macha tea lattes (with extra matcha, easy ice and no syrup or extra sugar) and hotels. Think he'd buy it? I guess I'd have to carry some stuff for him, like an autograph pen and an emergency one in case the first one runs out of ink.

Here's a video that I like of a rock school of kids playing one of his tunes. I don't know the tune except through it, and what I especially like about it are the kids in general as well as the sound of the guitar when he runs this metal thing up and down along the strings--very nice-- and when the drummer loses his stick but everyone else keeps playing and then he picks it up and gets back into it-- happy accidents.

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RIP, Ozzy. Your tears may come again in another universe as all our quantum information (that, presumably cannot be destroyed) unscrambles/unentropies, maybe through a black hole, and then reverses again on the other side into new entities where life is always fair if we are the cosmos checking itself out-- pain, pleasure, terror, anger, love, passion, and so on. Get ready. Dress appropriately (birthday suit).

 

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