Nasty, Brutish, Short

“And the life of man, solitary, poore, nasty, brutish, and short.”

Thomas Hobbes’ Leviathan, or the matter, forme, and power of a commonwealth, ecclesiasticall and civill, 1651.

We’re all a collection of experiences over a time line and while the individual micro-experiences are probably rarely unique, their arrangement over a length of time IS probably unique.

None of us are one dimensional.

None of our problems, collective or individual, are one dimensional.

But we want to simplify for the sake of our instant gratification: we like icons such as Important People, Important Dates, and the like to the point that we all seem to think a President is leading a country, ignoring the fact that a President is a figurehead of a vast organization. We pay lip service to the notion that the vast organization represents “everybody” in a larger sense.

Nothing is just “conservative” or “liberal” (and I would like to add “radical”). Those labels are created for the purpose of simplifying because we need to instantly understand, make a decision, and get on with our next problem.

Nothing is decided by one guy, not even things you decide about yourself. We don’t know anything when we get here and much of what we learn is what other people tell us.

How do we know what to believe once we discover that not everything we’ve been told is true, and worse, MUCH of what we’ve been told is not true? That answer lies somewhere among those micro-experiences along that time line. If people can’t or don’t share experience they become those blind men examining an elephant. Yes, we’re all unique (and not one dimensional) because those dots are arranged differently along lines which vary in length, but we have dozens of matching dots with even strangers we’ve just met and many more with people we actually know.

If we are so busy labeling each other so that we can go onto our next instant gratification, we can’t define our mutual problems, much less begin to solve them.

IF we are inclined to solve them. The guy who tosses out the names and negative personal stuff doesn’t want to solve anything. He is telling you that he doesn’t even know how to communicate.

And life becomes nasty, brutish, and short.







Jackson Minnesota County Parks: Anderson, Brown, Robertson

Jackson County Minnesota offers three county parks within a mile or two from each other…….Anderson, Brown, and Robertson

Anderson Park features an observation tower overlooking Pearl Lake:

Shelter house
observation tower
observation tower looking down
We’re guessing somebody lives here

Brown Park, about a mile to the east is on Loon Lake:

Brown Park Map

Brown Park features, among other things, a sculpture created from bicycles, and on the day we were there, pelicans:

Robertson Park, about a quarter mile away, also on Loon Lake: features the Loon Lake Cemetery if you’re willing to make a short hike through the prairie:

marker







Clay County Un-Fair 9/16/20

So, The Fair being what it is, it’s in your blood if you’re from Spencer, Iowa. Everybody goes to the thing, or if they don’t, it affects them in some way.

In 1995, it affected me in an adverse way and I’ve rarely returned, with the exception of a meet-up or two with my grand-kids and one trip with my buddy Phil, who had been out of the area for a long time.

Then, this YEAR being what it is, they cancelled the Fair, except they replaced part of it with an “un-fair”, meaning some food stands from Bryan’s Concessions (Argos, IN) and two nights of auto racing.

They might have mentioned that you could buy food at the concession stand at the races, but if they did, I missed that.

We went to the un-fair; it only seemed logical that if nobody else was going to be there, we should be, and while we were at it, get Tom Thumb donuts and as far as I was concerned, a funnel cake instead of our usual hiking in nice safe county parks.

I tried telling Joy at the donut place that we were Internet Live Bloggers With Influence and I felt that was worth a dozen donuts, but she of course was merely working there and couldn’t be giving away donuts even if I weren’t lying.

Reassured that at lease one familiar landmark was there, we ventured into the rest of the food stand area, which was concentrated in the center area south of the grandstand, one of the busiest intersections on the grounds. This was the middle of the afternoon, by the way, and it was a beautiful one.

Sirloin Joint
Sirloin Joint

It wasn’t really hard to negotiate the crowd…….

Empty Street
Empty Street
Empty
Another Empty Street
Funnel Cake Joint
Funnel Cake Joint And Mexican Food Joint

I opted for a funnel cake, a poor choice for a guy with a beard and black pants.

Funnel Cake Joint
Funnel Cake Joint And Mexican Food Joint
Godfather's Pizza Truck
Godfather’s Pizza Truck Sort Of
Grandstand
Grandstand
Ticket Window
Ticket Window

I decided to livestream on Facebook:

We left to regroup and agreed that it was such a novel experience that we should return in a couple of hours and attend the races in the grandstand and I could get the corn dog that I almost got when I got the funnel cake.

When we came back, there were more people, and the funnel cake line was too long and we got the nine dollar burrito instead which proved to by my master from hell about three o’clock the next morning, hence my reference to wishing I’d known the grandstand concession stand was even there and had pork burgers. And, I think, caramel corn.

More people
More people

But I got to shoot some video with my phone to see how long my battery would last if I did that, and I streamed as much of the races as I could. That proved too much for the data I have available (for some reason), so I switched over to wi-fi from the mobile hot spot I’d brought along for just that purpose. I failed to figure on using more than the 1GB it had available, so I missed the feature race of course; again, this year being what it is.

Here are the videos from the heats. I know nobody will ever watch these, but just pretend they’re some band that’s incredibly good and also friendly to Internet bloggers:

Facebook got all huffy about my first attempt to stream, pointing out that I was ripping off Lee Greenwood’s (who?) “Star Spangled Banner”, which I imagine the racing association itself was also doing.

Facebook live stream

After getting over the shock of getting caught in a criminal act like that in front of the entire planet, I got down to work until my phone summarily informed me that I had used just about enough dats and I did two “lives”:

So, I switched just plain video on my phone until it said something about having seven minutes’ worth of power left and shut off, meaning I shot all this stuff and then didn’t get the feature.

It’s a long story best not told here, but this whole thing completed a circle for me. Whatever it is I was referring to as a bad experience in 1995 took place at exactly the same grandstand location from which I was shooting. And oddly, the guy who won the feature (not shown here because who knew?), was the SON of the guy who won the last feature I attended here, probably 50 years ago.

So it was a pretty good day.







The Present Day Rainy Day Music Factory

Facebook has a problem with this video because they’re afraid that Warner Brothers will bitch about 43 seconds of it, and I could care less, and that’s why we have this expensive web site. This is a little out of date already, but is provided here to show you “how we do things”.







Grateful Dead Swag We Have Sold At eBay

“And I knew without askin’ she was into the blues” -Robert Hunter

This is me being cryptic and subliminal and quite understated yet still bombastic in about five directions at the same time.

All of these items were licensed, except the handmade Jerry & Pig On Plaster With Hemp Macrame Hanger, by me.

The 1975 black and white Garris Fiddler is still for sale, quantities exist

Buy Those Here

Cowboys To Farmers/Not Farmers In A Week

Rainy Day Music Raindrop

In a way, if you’re a Deadhead of my age and appearance, wandering into any place that doesn’t smell like incense is like what it must be like to wander into somebody else’s club house without a business card.

In one week I managed to make it to Clear Lake, Iowa, to the Surf Ballroom to hear Gov’t Mule from the rail and then directly to far-western Nebraska to attend a wedding which technically DID have music, but I don’t know the names of the songs (there’s a recording I could post if you’d like to identify ’em) but mostly the wedding had a Nebraska football game on in the adjacent bar, and the Huskers were getting slaughtered. Not a place for an Iowa Hawkeye hippie to hang around in, unless he very carefully manages his p’s and q’s.

Due to a little mixup, there was no Mule recording but that doesn’t really matter because they themselves sell really excellent soundboards so who needs the home made version? As mentioned, there IS a recording of the wedding which drew me to far-western Nebraska, and that was an interesting outdoor experience. A couple of different sound levels with which to deal, but more than that, there was this train……….. the ceremony took about twenty-one minutes, three of which were train-going-by. I get weddings and funerals confused so I try to play close attention and I’ve listened to this one several times. I try to contemplate whether I’d treasure an audio copy of my own, given the fact that my marriage made me very very angry and confused twenty years in, and I start to journey through my past and the train goes by. It’s a long one, filled with tons and tons of coal and a few tankers of stuff. There are a lot of coal trains in this area, running both directions. Somebody is really burning that stuff.

Not long after the wedding and after returning to Iowa and dealing with some medical complications of someone near me protected by HIPA and attending a thing an hour and a quarter away, I whiled away a couple of days doing actual money-producing work, when all of a sudden I notice……

Ryne Doughty has posted that he’s playing nearby at a venue I’ve never attended despite some various friends playing there, and it’s twenty miles away. I like Ryne Doughty. Well, I like my friends too, but I already have one good Ryne Doughty recording and I figure this relatively little nearby place might be perfect for adding to the collection, so to speak. I go there. I’m the first guy through the door except for Ryne.

We talk about stuff. Sheila, the owner, warns me that there will be some chatter. This is a gathering of some kind of tribe that likes to talk and stuff during performances. So I fret about that. It’s a sort of a square box with a pretty high ceiling and I don’t know how many people are going to want to sit at the tables which are casually arranged around the room. I decide maybe the middle of the room with the mic up in the air a long ways, which invites two different chairs to bump into my light stand legs, one of which is my own, and I check the levels and put the thing up in the air and didn’t turn it on. I did get the second set from a table right in front of the amps, but not without its drawbacks left to your imagination.

I’m absolutely positive that it’s a rookie mistake to forget to start the recording. It’s “YOU HAD ONE THING TO DO” wearing a different dress. Might not have mattered though. Ryne did open with a request of mine and it would have been nice to have that but I have the Pomeroy version anyway. The chatter did bother me. You can’t just barge into somebody else’s room and tell everybody present that it would be nice if they would STFU though. Perhaps they can be trained (grin).

Which sort of brings me to the point (I hear you sighing). So I’m talking to Ryne afterwards about the phenomenon of little listening rooms hosting performers like himself, and the part where I don’t remember that from when I was last loose in the world (I have a story sort of like Rip Van Winkle). I went to sort of big stadium-sized concerts with some regularity up to a certain point, when I Van Winkled, and I went to some big bars that had some really high profile bands but still under a couple of thousand people, but this listening room business is new to me.

Maybe it’s been around a while, but I wasn’t.

Anyway, I’m from a different club house. I’ve been hanging out quite regularly in another room and have started piling up recordings I’ve made there. That stands at around fourteen at this time. I’ve failed to hit the record button before; I’ll have to work on that. Someplace I have an audio clip of that proprietor warning us to “shut the hell up” in a nice way of course, and that makes for a perfect recording experience. Maybe that isn’t the norm. Everybody playing there says the place is different.

BUT if an enterprising fan brought his little entry level Zoom to every show he attended “wherever”, and turned it on all the time, there could be times that performers get control with some really compelling stuff (Ryne did), and then the room quiets down unless they’re a coal train. So is that happening DOZENS of times per week, just in Iowa?

Somebody should be archiving that, shouldn’t they?

About The Online Store at Saintstevensthingery.com

Rainy Day Music was founded at Spencer, Iowa in November of 1987 and offered prerecorded music and other music-related merchandise. Rainy Day moved to the Internet in March of 2001 and promptly disappeared for a while until we resurfaced on our own site in 2005.

We feature hear-before-you-buy records, and our listing process is relatively slow (it takes about forty-five minutes per record just to record the samples and another forty-five to edit and upload them) but we’re making it a priority to keep that progress steady.

There’s no aspiration here of being the biggest guy on the block-this site is really intended to have a collector-to-collector flavor. At the present, the goal is to offer 500 record albums, topping it off at that number and gradually bringing up the grading within the 500 (more vg+, less vg).

The shopping cart is secure, and we accept credit card payments as well as PayPal payments, but we store no credit card information here (that data is handled at Square and/or PayPal). If you’re local (Spencer, IA), there’s even an option for local transactions (without shipping charges).

Though this blog contains information about our sales on other platforms, including antiques and other non-music-related items, our online STORE is another story. Over the years we’ve managed to narrow that down to an approximation of just what we did in the brick-and-mortar.

The exception to that is whatever record albums we’ve added since there was a brick and mortar, and that category will probably continue to evolve. The other stuff – promo posters, flats, postcards, and all that are from our original stock and in general were used in Rainy Day Music.

To look around in the store, it can be found at this link: It’s possible to shop as a guest, but if you register, there are certain advantages to that like everywhere else. We don’t share customer information with anyone (except certain insurance claims to third parties, which are rare).

We have two Facebook pages. The music related one is at this link. That page is going to evolve to include some content that ISN’T featured in the store, namely content about local live music, but it also includes anything new that we list to the store, and occasionally maybe stuff that we’ve posted to the wrong page (grin).

Thank you Thai Bikers

I was lying in bed this morning thinking “boy that was a long night” at about the time the Jehovah’s Witnesses usually stop by and destroy my serenity when there it was, the substitute doorbell went bing bong. Nobody ever uses the substitute doorbell. It’s been there for three years, but there was a stretch longer than three years where the original one didn’t work, and people became accustomed to that and never use it. But the Jehovah’s Witnesses Do. So I knew it was them; I’ve been paying attention.

There is no way in hell that I am getting out of this bed and going down there to talk to those guys, I thought, with some unsharable embellishments. I do not want to know what the Bible says. I do not want to tell them when I am moving. I do not want to answer any more questions. I have thought of a way to ask myself my own questions, and I have plenty of them.

While they were snoozing the night before I was working on Some Ideas. That’s my business model, has been for a long time. First part of the year, have lots of ideas. There’s not a lot going on often about now and it’s a good time to try new stuff. Later in the year, I funnel the ideas that worked and hone them, and then after that I work them to death during the busy last quarter of the year.

I didn’t have a lot of ideas last year – it was sort of reactionary. So I’m eager to have them now. Don’t bing-bong the door with external ideas, please.

After nearly twenty years of this stuff, most ideas have become pretty subtle. Hey, let’s switch the purple and the gray around and see what that looks like. Put the stuff on the top on the bottom (that’s what I did last year).

Anyway, after a nice productive day of launching two ideas which will cover most of year’s site expenses and that WORKED, I’ve been feeling pretty smug and organized. And creative and stuff. I decided not to go anywhere for a couple of days and have a LOT of ideas (brainstorm), although that will prove to be impossible because I will run out of food.

I was cooking what I DO have when I decided to throw out some bugs in a box. Those Asian Beetles that popped up mostly only in 2005, disguised as lady bugs but bit like hell, all died in my boxes of archives in the little house where they were. I had just found more in a box full of somebody else’s books and opened the door to shake them outside. A pamphlet fluttered to the floor. It was about What The Bible Says.

Today, I don’t care what the Bible says; I care about what Thai bikers say. Nobody will win an argument with me about that because it’s working.

Rainy Day Music -> Saintsteven -> Rainy Day Music

We are approaching our 20th anniversary of online retailing. Our Fearless Leader is becoming contemplative about that, if only because we are moving. It’s not a very big move by geographical standards – only 40 miles. It’s the third move we’ve made and back to the original town where our storefront operated. It’s not supposed to affect anything that the customers will notice.

In the process of making that move, we’re processing many boxes of archives. Some of the archives have been rendered into junk by rodents, water, nasty Japanese beetles that looked like sweet ladybugs (in 2005, the time of move #2), and other age factors, but what’s left makes us think about where we came from especially since we’re going back there. Most, if not all, of the twenty thousand transactions we’ve enjoyed recently don’t take place anywhere near Spencer, Iowa, so a lot of the local background has nothing to do with our visible Internet growth.

We still want to tell you about where we came from. The brick and mortar’s name was Rainy Day Music, which came out of my head after a month of trying to find it in 1987. Depending upon how anyone spins it, Rainy Day Music was a head shop or it was a music store and sometimes it was both but that sort of depended upon which of the principlals you preferred or followed. While I peddled my share of paraphernalia, my thing was music. Specifically record albums. 1987 wasn’t the best time to decide to do that since everybody who made records was going to quit doing that in about four years. Anyway, sometime after we launched our second store my partner, who was also my wife, and I had a little explosion. That was late in 1995. The store was my hobby; I had a Real Job distributing various wholesale groceries and what we now think of as convenience store items. It just so happened that we sold that Real Job at the same time the missus and I exploded. I took six months off and traveled and searched for my head and left the store. At the end of that six months my former wife informed me I could just steer the sinking boat or she’d close it. I “rejoined the firm” and she eventually departed. Three years later, after the city outlawed two thirds of our merchandise, I discovered eBay.

Perfect arrangement. Bigger pond in which to operate. First sale was a box of bluegrass records that nobody would look at in our “alternative” shop. Leaving out some fun facts, a little more than a year later, Internet sales outstripped counter sales.

No decision to make there, a guy can do that from his house. I did.

But we’ve overshot a little here on the history. I was going to tell you why I’m Saintstevensthingery and not Rainy Day Music and how Rainy Day still operates. When I discovered the Internet, it was in a hotel room. I knew instantly that I could do that eBay thing. But I had no computer, so the following Monday I went to the library, figured out enough about operating computers to register at eBay. One of the first steps in that process is “pick a name”. It didn’t occur to me that RainyDayMusic could be a name. I wasn’t accustomed to inventing words that way at the time. So I thought about it: what do I love? Well, there’s the Grateful Dead, and they have an iconic song that’s called “St. Stephen” and it has a line that goes “one man gathers what another man spills”. So, Saintsteven it was. That’s been modified a couple of times over the years but it’s still similar. That turned out to be a good choice, especially in the early days of Internet auctions when everybody was a newbie. In a marketplace built on trust, how can a guy whose name starts with “saint” be a bad guy?

So what about poor Rainy Day? Locally, that was a powerful brand, and um, we already owned it. Well, there was a time that we DIDN’T own it. Not only was there another Rainy Day Records in the state of Washington, but the Jayhawks eventually came along and used the entire phrase for an album that sold moderately well, and there went what we call Search Engine Optimization.

We’ve kept it around all this time though, and we like to think “The Raindrop” has achieved real authority in some circles. It DID sort of change color – it was not originally purple but it has grown to be, and it’s the same icon I’ve used since the month of August in 1987 that it took me to draw it.

So, maybe you’ve noticed in the news that records have been enjoying a revival for several years. I was in a local stereo shop (as I call them) not long ago when a guy said to the clerk “so I hear records are coming back”. The store guy said “well, some people will tell you that they never went away”. I intentionally didn’t check to see if he glanced my way when he said that.

Ain’t that ironic? Thirty-two years after I decided I’d like to mess with “licorice pizzas”, people want the damn things.

So, while the Saintsteven thing captured a lot of I.D.’s and URLs, and has done a lot of business and probably will continue to do so, about a year ago, Rainy Day came back into visibility on Facebook (where else?) in the form of its own page.

Our shopping cart on our own site will quickly inform you that you’re at the Home Of The Rainy Day Music Archive and the categories there are populated by Things that we sold in the first place. Much of the merchandise there actually did reside in the physical store at one time. Of course we add new stock, and over the years those listings are half of what they were, but there’s still a continuum there.

And what you can see is still the tip of the iceberg, and we have a lot of record albums in particular that have not been processed. We’re slow about that. We’re slow because we “machine grade”. That means that we record each album and examine its waveform for noise and flaws and problems. It takes about an hour and a half to do that, and if the grader is being strict, a lot of swell-looking record albums actually get rejected.

Because they have the data, we use Discogs to drill down to the pressing plant and similar identifying characteristics (label varieties) when possible as we identify and describe out stock we’re REALLY slow.

So that’s what you’ve got here: a seller with a lot of experience bending over backwards by providing audio samples of each track on a record album and (usually) providing every other little detail you might possibly wonder (like, how’s the inner sleeve?).

On the Facebook page, we preview this stuff, and as sales occur, we post our selling prices which we think is damn generous of us since most guys charge money for that kind of information.

All of that is different from our antiques auction business. It’s easy enough to post about both businesses, and people are certainly welcome to follow one or the other, but this is one of those watch-us-grow sorts of posts.

Or, we’re back. Again.

The Rainy Day Facebook Page

Rainy Day Music Raindrop

Computer Graded Record Albums?

and now a word from Our President:

I’ve graded records for a long time, ever since the brick and mortar days when they sat in bins. I’ve always thought that was one way to indicate their condition to the guy thinking about buying them. Obviously, if that shopper is flipping through the bins, he or she can inspect records themselves but mail order customers can’t do that, regardless of the platform where the mail order ad was shown.

This is about the record grading on this site (and at other platforms). Traditionally, someone describing a record could grade it visually, or play grade it (playing and listening). Both have their arguments, strengths, and potential pit falls.

Play grading is arguably a little better method: if you can tell somebody that you’ve listened to something, it carries a little more authority than if you can only tell them that you’ve looked at it. But play grading is really slow. Obviously somebody is constrained to sit and listen while the record plays, probably somewhat loudly (even if he or she doesn’t personally like it). If a typical record collection is maybe two hundred records, it would take a dealer a little over eight days of working without sleep or any other kind of pause to process that collection if he worked really fast.

I’ve begun to make digitized samples of my records and have been adding those to the catalog at a somewhat steady pace of a couple of them a day on a good day.

Something recently occurred to me while I was editing sound clips. In the waveform (a visual graph-like image of the recorded passage generated by a program), I can SEE clicks. And I can look through a waveform much faster than I can sit and listen to the recording because I can zoom it and fast forward it and reverse through it. And in one view, I can see an entire album, both sides, on one screen.

That means that if I use a hybrid method of playing the record and then examining its recorded digital print at a later time, I’m still constrained by the playing time of the albums, but I can also be doing other things while I record them and that’s a meaningful speed-up.

I can make Internet-ready samples of those clips with a few clicks, something already set in progress.

Here’s a very short waveform image:

waveform

You can see a pronounced spike in the bottom track at the right side: that’s a click. There’s also some noise on the left side of that track, as well as a little pop in the top track toward the left side.

There are really only two grades of records and the rest of the grades are cosmetic (visual, and subjective). Those two real criteria are: does the record click (or have other surface noise not inherent to the medium) or doesn’t it? I can tell in one glance into which category this one falls. That’s a vast improvement over listening to it for thirty to forty minutes, so after I take a couple of additional quick steps (identifying other passages like that, observing the cosmetics), I can go on to the next record.

Of course, there’s more to it than just grading the record, and even more if you’re maintaining a web site. So far, I’ve tried to supply copious photos of album covers, optimally four of five of each for an album, a couple more if it’s a double one. And the data like catalog number, year of release, the track list and so forth. There’s a little bit of time managing the database all this stuff goes into, and moving files to the site and managing them there, and all that other stuff. That’s generally considered to be not anybody’s problem but the merchant’s, so we’re not going to break that down here, but trust me, it’s “in there”.

Time is money. Anything that makes grading faster AND more useful has to be a no-brainer.

So that’s what’s going on over here in the record department. I think it’s pretty revolutionary. The last thing to think about might be the nomenclature: should I just mention in record templates that they’ve been “computer graded”, or should I invent a little twist on the regular notation? Let’s say it’s a VG+ record. Would it be ridiculously confusing to call that CVG+?