Timmah!

I found Rob!

Bite me, Stu.

Yessir; first thing in the morning, & last thing before I retire: 12 fluid ounces of warm water mixed with a 1/4 teaspoon of Kosher/Sea Salt, & 1 Tablespoon of lemon juice. Gets the peristalsis going before I hit the streets for the day & before I go to bed, so I'm not interrupted from my itinerary or resting my neck.

Can't remember a week that's gone by without me listening to at least some of this epic recording; satisfying to see a Legend play with his Legendary mentor. Truly grateful this treasure was recorded & what I'd give to have been a fly on the wall when these two were together, especially the first day they met. Any time I hear SRV play one of those hallmark 'Texas Flood' riffs it immediately reminds me of Mr. King. Can't think of a performance or many songs where a riff -& frequently a hook- doesn't remind me in some aspect of Albert King's influence. Watching them hand it off to each other, Mr. King's proud reaction to SRV's novel take on a familiar riff with his endless supply of tasty licks, or entire bar is so cool to see. Normally known as gruff & retiring, he can't contain his pride at SRV's then-apparent nascent ascendancy & these two's history in cultivating it. "Don't let your head get big, or I'ma come find ya & wh00p ya!"

I haven't read the surrounding context beyond thai 'girls' with testicles, but good times aren't mine to interrupt: carry on.

Also a British slang for truancy in one's youth, it begs the question: Did ol' Rob ever engage in dogging, so he could then engage in dogging?

One of my absolute favorite channels; the man is salt of the earth & deserves any support given, even if to watch a few ads. I subscribe to his channel & find it well-worth the pittance.

Not far-off: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Dogging.

You confused poor Rob. Next time thr0w-in a dogging reference or something.

Yeah, but could you imagine some poor bastard just needing to take a piss, walking in on this alarming situation? =D

Rob, go get yersself a good meat-&-potatoes ass-fukkin'! The sublimation is a pervasive theme from a subconscious scream to ride a hot, beefy beam. Report back with a nice doggin' clip of your success!

Gallow's humour; the ironic truth at the heart of the matter is closer to Danse Macabre... it's literally the Dance of Death, millennial edition. Mr. Liszt would be unsurprised. Maybe it could be an auto-tuned unironic hit; or perhaps doubly so, as many would be unawares; i.e. willful apathetic ignorance rooted in a slogging fugue of moderate comfort & fear.

...that was the tongue-in-cheek implication of the reply.

Getting down to 207...17 lbs.to go for my target. Hate them sit-up tho...does it show?

Right on. ...still using my trusty old MX-518 purchased years ago, replacing the feet a couple times & disassembling to remove & reattach the wires when it failed. Got a mint back-up & will buy this to see if it's large enough to comfortably accommodate my larger hands as does the MX518.

I once said those exact words to one of my past girlfriends, creating the inflection point of an earnest conversation.

It imparts the impression of the possible illusion of good cooking.

Elon Musk & maybe Bill Gates too, think we are living in a simulated reality of sorts, iirc...so, Matrix indeed.

If you're referring to my post, I said time was an illusion. Never mentioned anything about what anyone may think.

https://youtu.be/KYM-r_nKriU

Time is an illusion.

Tomatoes; Heirloom Tomatoes. Not potatoes, but the confusion is understandable.

I meant 'Holla' as an urban term used to give a shout-out to someone or something...as you reminded me of Loretta Lynn's song with the reference to pronunciations, & why I started her performance just as she begins to sing the verse including the term 'holler'. Threw in the 'holla' as a contrast of urban to rural, with the common thread of hard-scrabble existence being a commonality of both settings...it reminding me of the guy telling me how he got shot in the head slinging dope in Detroit; approaching me unsolicited at the end of my little jaunt around part of Saunders Springs Park I had recorded just the day previous.

Dude, a 20-mile radius would encompass a LOT of communities & history here. Like when I visited the cemeteries before it was Ft. Knox...Camp Knox, even. The graveyard behind The Fort Knox Gold Vault, the chapel just down the street, the Old Ironsides avenue roundabout (a reference to armor/tanks) -Camp Knox being established as the home of armor & the armor school for the U.S. military & how I ended up here, my dad being a tanker & teaching at The Armor School- were all part of a community dating back to the 1700's; the roundabout being the old community's town square. The founding community & church from way back then still uses that graveyard to bury some of their dead; to maintain a link to many families' generations past buried there ...even though they have a huge church & ample space just down the road, in Elizabethtown. People wanting to buried with their family members, ancestry. Hence my interest in that small graveyard in the midst of what was once Anderson Golf Course; as it represents even earlier history of settlers before the founding of Severns community: family grave plots of farmers living off the land. They're all over the area...even in the midst of giant orange clay fields where the tanks churned the ground as far as the eye could see doing their training maneuvers...right in the middle would sit a small, green plot of grass & trees, fenced-off & left untouched by any passing tanks over the decades. There's a lot of small towns in the bounding 300 square miles of a 20 mile radius circle. But I've been doing this for a while...pulling over and recording relics, markers, etc. of surrounding geography.

"Holler"?... Holla!: https://youtu.be/f9eHp7JJgq8?t=13