The Blind Man Society

This is one of those days, that I would love to spiel off about everything I am learning. But, I am reminding myself, that not all of this knowledge is suitable for prime time – and some of this stuff would wind me up as a community standards violator – which, would subsequently make me a bad bad man with a mysterious past. And, I have to walk the line. So, please cue Johnny Cash’s I Walk the Line…

So, I haven’t posted much lately, but this HAS been a week of secret discoveries. My examples: I stumbled onto the secret menu at Starbucks, accidentally wandered into The Beer Cave at a local gas station, and tapped into my own personal stash of recipes for excitement with reckless abandon. And, I’m getting into more trouble with these things than I do in a guitar store.

SO, over here at the shop now and thinking the big thoughts today about a lot. Mainly, about epigenetics. Epigenetics basically dictates that kids will take on the attributes of the parents at the time they are conceived. How the parents physically look, what they are like, if they are smokers and drinkers, all kinds of stuff. I’m chewing on this topic for a blog actually, and I find this stuff fascinating. Though, I’ve actually just realized that I AM writing the blog. Whoops.

There seems to be unbridled flamboyance at the shop today, and patrons have a spring in their step. There are harbingers of great things everywhere, and eyes full of hope in the line for refills and the bathrooms. My eyes are full of hope too, but for a different reason today. I finally received my Blind Man Society business cards, and they ROCK THE HOUSE. Everybody who has gotten one bursts out laughing, and says: now THAT is a business card! I am putting a partial photo out here because its got my phone number on the card, and I cannot solicit in these blogs. But, very happy with the result! I’ll probably have to pull this photo down, because I honestly don’t know what WordPresses rules are on this…

Parting random thoughts: So this year’s NYE was interesting. I myself, spent it sitting in a field with a couple cans of Dos Equis beer, watching the fireworks show and listening to automatic gunfire. People emptied clip after clip into the sky, and I found it strangely calming and a great way to start my 2026…

While sitting out there under six stars and moon, I started thinking about a theory – and it surrounded the idea of formulas in life.

The first formula I’m thinking about is what seems to be THE approach to life.

First – jou get de money. Den – jou get de power. Den – jou get de women. That formula seems time honored and true to me. I shared this one with Blowtorch Lady, and she concurred.

The next formula, is about what makes a good rock video.

First – you take hot women. Then – you take multiple explosions. Then – you include fast cars. As a final optional touch, you could take your guitar, sling it on your back, grab a rope and crash through a window. Only to land on the ground, and start playing some great riffs in the courtyard.

The final formula is this. First – Ego. Then – Super-ego. Then – Id. The television show Seinfeld covered this one well with the characters of Jerry, George and Kramer. THIS ONE, I’m going to leave interpretive, because if you’ve ever seen the show – it really speaks for itself.

My point, highly elusive though it may be – and it is to me too, right now by the way – is that it seems to me that there are many hidden formulas out there in the world. Hourglasses too. And, I’m sitting here thinking furiously about them.

Hope everyone is having a great day out there – it is glorious here, and working on writing and flute stories after this blog today.

Please feel free to leave a comment in the box below, and have a good one wherever you may be!