Montana Jones

1969 was a very good year

• In 1969, man first walked on the moon.
• In 1969 the first packet switched router connected two computers on different ends of the country.
• In 1969 Monty Python's Flying Circus first aired in the UK.
• In 1969 the Boeing 747 jumbo jet took its first flight.
• In 1969 the first Automatic Teller Machine was installed.
• In 1969 the first album in the heavy metal genre was released (Led Zepplin I).

Oh yeah, and in 1969 some guy named Jones was born. This blog is no longer the adventures of a thirty-something guy. It is now the adventures of a forty-something guy.

Labels: 1969, age, aircraft, ATM, birthday, first, Montana Jones, Music

Posted by: Montana Jones / 5:16 PM 4 comments

Down strokes

He:

I finally got to hear P_ sing. She is so angelic. She is quite good.

Me:

Angelic is the right word for it. Isn't she amazing?

He:

And I had a chance to play with C_ and Z_ too. Z_ is pretty good. He can do Johnny Cash really well.

Me:

I have never heard Z_ play.

He:

Well, he is pretty good. And I noticed something interesting too. I have seen it in all the guitar players from your generation. You and C_ and Z_ and even S_, you all have a style of playing only down strokes.

Me:

It's that punk influence.

He:

You know, I think you are right, I really do think that is it. But it's really impressive to me that every one of you does it. It's a generational thing. All the guitar players your age do it.

Labels: conversation, down stroke, generation, guitar, Music, observations, play, punk

Posted by: Montana Jones / 8:04 PM 0 comments

Chick Music

Music in Montana is nothing like what I had back in Big City. I have grown an appreciation for bluegrass while here, I guess that is a good thing, but there is a new trend afoot that has me a little worried. I've been listening to lots of girl music lately.

I recently found myself at a Wailin' Jenny's concert. I have seen some interesting shows in my day. I've moshed at skate parks, I've head banged to metal, I've kicked it with ska, I've funked, rockabillied, and reggae'd. Good times. Nowadays I'm living in Montana and doing some mellow toe tapping to harmonizing girls.

I bought a CD while at their show. I've listened to it and enjoyed it. But it got me thinking about my playlist lately. These days my mp3 rotation has musicians like Sarah Harmer, Amy Winehouse, and the Be Good Tanya's. Good god I even downloaded some Sheryl Crow the other day. And how 'bout that Alanis Morissette My Humps cover? Sweet. But I am noticing a trend here.

There is an argument to be made that I am becoming more rounded and worldly. There is also an argument to be made that I am becoming a pussy. I'm loosing my edge. I have been getting in touch with my feminine side. I'm turning sensitive new age guy. I'm succumbing to girrl power. I've been whipped. I'm going touchy feely. I'm becoming one of the girls. Stop me before I ask directions or start matching my boxers.

I think I am going to blame Montana for this. Totally kick ass and thrashing bands like American Head Charge (*Wink*) just don't come to Montana. In fact the only good acts I have seen in Montana tend to be bluegrass and chick bands. Perhaps there is too much estrogen in the water supply. I just don't know what to do. How can I face my friends back at Big City and tell them that I have been buying chick music and liking it? I think I need a dose of punk stat.

Labels: concerts, estrogen, feminine, girls, Montana, Music, shows

Posted by: Montana Jones / 9:10 AM 0 comments