Blog Title Explanation.

Having too much time on one's hands can sometimes be a bad thing. Let's take, for example, staring at a computer monitor trying to decide a title for a blog page. My first thought was "Free Beer". Well crap, that one's already been taken. Suprisingly, that one came to me quite quickly. I guess it's a leftover from my music playing days when saying that in a live microphone on a stage seems to get everyones attention. Noone seemed to care that our steel guitar player got the hic-cups, held his breath too long and fell off his stool during the previous song but yell "free beer" and see what happens. Wasn't really Haps fault he held his breath that long, someone just forgot to explain the whole procedure to him. Was quite a memorable moment though.
Which brings me to my point. And that is memory. Everyone's got one, some better than others. Then there are others that try to describe one and end up rambling. I seem to fall into that category so I decided to name my blog as such. I, at one time, bought a multi-vitamin that was supposed to improve my memory but I forgot to take it almost every morning and I still couldn't tell you what I had for breakfast on a given day. There you go, case in point. It's funny how the human mind can take the wrong sidetrack in it's train of thought.
Speaking of playing music, seems every little bar or honky tonk with whatever band I was working with there was always that guy. I had gotten to the point I could spot him early on in the evening. He'd usually sit towards the end of the bar and would be almost invisible to the rest of the crowd until about the third set. By then he'd had enough to drink and he thought he actually could dance. What you'd get is what I like to call "The Drunk Redneck Dance". His feet move in very small semi-circles on the dance floor, his arms mostly just hanging limply being flung from side to side by the motion of his hips appearing to have come disjointed. He's dancing by himself as, once again, someone forgot to explain the whole procedure to him. He's enjoying himself and that's what we're there for, to entertain the patrons. Then he does what I knew he'd do all along. Halfway through the last set with one hand over one eye to keep his balance, he holds his other hand high in the air clicking an empty bic lighter yelling "Free Bird!" then gets mad when our little five piece country band can't pull off a twelve minute Lynard Synard classic.
Now, if he'd have yelled "Free Beer" he might have gained a new friend or two. We really do appreciate the guy though as he was one of the few to dance with the band while the rest of the crowd was waiting for another chance to do the electric slide. If I had a dollar for every time I've heard that song in a nightclub I'd be too rich to share "Rambling Thoughts Better Unremembered".