I Have been trying to work on the problem with the site that hosts the music that I upload.
The only way I have been able to play anything back is to click on the "download mp3" button and then choose "open with media player" and then wait almost a minute for the thing to start to play.
And, nobody else has listened to the last Dylan song that I posted; probably because the "listen" button doesn't do anything.
I need to find another site or open another account with those guys.
I had thought it might have something to do with copy writing; because in the past, if I posted a song under an existing name, like "China Cat Sunflower" the site would warn me that it was copy written material, and they were going to close my account unless I removed it.
I got around that by naming songs such things as "China Cat Jam."
I don't know, and I don't have time to figure it out now.
30 Dollar Tuesday
Last night, I managed to break the dry spell, money-wise; with the help of a 20 dollar tip at one point during the hour and 45 minutes that I played while "braving" the cold (of about 50 degrees).
This was good.
I still have not documented the post Mardi Gras farce, which saw me resume drinking after having gone 15 days without.
I dropped a 50 dollar bill somewhere, somehow, on the 3rd day of the resumption of drinking; which was the Friday after fat Tuesday.
And, I really haven't caught this blog up from about that point, mainly out of feelings of shame and disgust and disappointment.
When I dropped that 50 on the ground in a drunken stupor, or when I peeled off 10 dollar bills (with the 50 folded in half and concealed within) when I bought a 10 dollar sack of weed outside the Unique Boutique on Friday...(I wondered later about the tone of voice with which the guy gushed: "Thank You!!!" as I was walking away with my dime of "kind bud") it was not so devastating to think about. It was almost a relief to know that no 50 dollar drinking binge awaited me.
But it also meant that I had dropped my 25 dollar juicer on the ground (or given it to the weed guy) along with a new harmonica, toilet paper, dish soap, another jigsaw puzzle, light bulbs and art supplies; which was what I was en route to get; before getting bogged down by the 1.75 liter bottle of Absolut Vodka (a 60 dollar value) which I had gotten for 20 dollars off a guy who just magically came out of the woodwork selling it, on the very night that I went back to drinking (see the post entitled: "Maybe There Really Is a Devil" for more on that happenstance).
Starbucks is closing gotta go....
The only way I have been able to play anything back is to click on the "download mp3" button and then choose "open with media player" and then wait almost a minute for the thing to start to play.
And, nobody else has listened to the last Dylan song that I posted; probably because the "listen" button doesn't do anything.
I need to find another site or open another account with those guys.
I had thought it might have something to do with copy writing; because in the past, if I posted a song under an existing name, like "China Cat Sunflower" the site would warn me that it was copy written material, and they were going to close my account unless I removed it.
I got around that by naming songs such things as "China Cat Jam."
I don't know, and I don't have time to figure it out now.
30 Dollar Tuesday
Last night, I managed to break the dry spell, money-wise; with the help of a 20 dollar tip at one point during the hour and 45 minutes that I played while "braving" the cold (of about 50 degrees).
This was good.
I still have not documented the post Mardi Gras farce, which saw me resume drinking after having gone 15 days without.
I dropped a 50 dollar bill somewhere, somehow, on the 3rd day of the resumption of drinking; which was the Friday after fat Tuesday.
And, I really haven't caught this blog up from about that point, mainly out of feelings of shame and disgust and disappointment.
When I dropped that 50 on the ground in a drunken stupor, or when I peeled off 10 dollar bills (with the 50 folded in half and concealed within) when I bought a 10 dollar sack of weed outside the Unique Boutique on Friday...(I wondered later about the tone of voice with which the guy gushed: "Thank You!!!" as I was walking away with my dime of "kind bud") it was not so devastating to think about. It was almost a relief to know that no 50 dollar drinking binge awaited me.
But it also meant that I had dropped my 25 dollar juicer on the ground (or given it to the weed guy) along with a new harmonica, toilet paper, dish soap, another jigsaw puzzle, light bulbs and art supplies; which was what I was en route to get; before getting bogged down by the 1.75 liter bottle of Absolut Vodka (a 60 dollar value) which I had gotten for 20 dollars off a guy who just magically came out of the woodwork selling it, on the very night that I went back to drinking (see the post entitled: "Maybe There Really Is a Devil" for more on that happenstance).
Starbucks is closing gotta go....
You're not in jail again are you?
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