When nothing happens, quite a bit passes you by, because everything is happening and — oh yeah I forgot, ear plugs and gun muffles. Okay, now I can write a bit better.
My goal for this blog is continuity of relevancy. That is a bit to stomach… hmm, I mean to continue to make sense to the senses for the people I used to share quite a bit more sense with, such as the sense of touch, taste, hearing, sight, smell, and I hear that the sense of hunger is a sense too. I am sure there are other ones, but I have been incredibly disconnected from many of them from many of my friends and family. I have gotten out and enjoyed the company of friends that have the on-going competency (the will and the ability) to have me and enjoyed some neat events, from a distance though.
Home is a funny word. One minute it is where your Christmas tree or your birthday cake is with candles that sparkle your name or your age; and the next it is a bungalow where all of your new-found friends and acquaintances can converge upon to feast and toast what you THINK are your successes; and then the next is some corner of somebody’s house that you were lucky enough to FIT as many belongings that you can take with you Continue reading “DBWORTH – MAR 27 2016 – THE BIG NOTHING”
So, it is March. What just happened? I lost track since maybe before Thanksgiving. I am rather out of touch with the world itself, but my little world has been filled with audio recording, helping and showing up for others that call me and need my help if it does not break me to do it, I recorded a metal musician recently, have had some successful meetings with artists and musicians and with what I recently termed as screwsicians, which are simply musicians that don’t show up each day they say they are going to. I.e. if one strike of a note is a beat, two beats are a rhythm, and two rhythms are at least a song, and the so-called musician says, ‘Hey meet me at beat number two (!)’ repeatedly, and never shows up at beat number 2, and you are having to always beat the so-called musician’s head in to remind them that beat number 2 is coming up or that they continuously fail to play it, well, that is a screwsician. You are not a musician if you think you are special that you call yourself a musician and yet cannot show up to the gig you say you can honor. It happens more often than you think, so now you have a term, courtesy of Jeremy Dinovo to apply toward this behaviorist, and you are welcome. Screwsicians have a special place in Continue reading “DBWORTH – MAR 15 2016 – IF SO A WORKING TITLE WORKING TITLE”
You never TRIED, did you?
You never LEARNED, did you?
You never GREW, did you?
TELL me about it then, so that I can try and learn to grow through your leadership, because I can’t yet…
yep. You have guessed it — original quote by Jeremy Dinovo … just ask. YOU CAN.
but I can’t afford it.
You know the word ford actually means a small stream of water that people cross with their feet or something like that… I have not looked in a while. Doesn’t it remind you of that familiar jingle, “Have you driven a Ford, lately?” Maybe there is a fundamental reason I also have not heard that jingle in quite a while, because if people really thought of what they could afford versus what they are really forking over out of pocket and out of toxic contract, then we might just resume to develop that good ole’ conscience. If you can dip any part of your self in water you can afford Continue reading “DBWORTH – FEB 16 2016 – CANNOT IS CARE NOT”
“Lol I never got to really experience the internet and now it seems dead. It’s not what it was years ago and I wish I would have gotten to see it. Maybe if I had, I’d be more open to using computers lmfao. My teachers outta be thankful I even type my papers and that’s pushing it for me.”
(the above phrase borrowed with express permission of its’ unnamed author)
the internet was a cool place. My favorite thing to do was to get on an open chatroom with at least 50 or less people in it, that are all having their own sidebar conversations in this big rush of scrolling-upward text, and then get everyone’s attention by bashing the ones leading the conversations and meet people eventually privately that way and make longtime friends. Used to be that way, and no need to put your real name in there, but come wearing whatever screenname you wanted to to the party.
now Facebook and messageboards posing as places you can “meet and hang out with your ‘friends'” have forced people’s perception of the internet into pretty much highschool, and Continue reading “DBWORTH – FEB 08 2016 – BASHING THE CHATROOM”
Is life still life? Anyone fallen into a trance with the notion that progress of dreams have come to a halt? I think that personal issues or maybe mother nature saying, “uh-uh, I don’t think so,” and hitting the brakes on can sure be a spirit breaker. At the same time this tattered speed of entropy can also unify people and simplify an over-complicated and over-throttled wanna be equation, just waiting to hit the wall and to crash.
If no one has any idea what I am saying here then I have perfectly accomplished my goal. You and your life do not need to make sense to everyone under the sun, and your being here does not require an edited and on-the-clock manuscript, nor does it require that your personality Continue reading “DBWORTH – JAN 21 2016 – THE SLOW LIFE”
hi everyone, I am building this beast slowly but surely and small part by small part at a time, in between the renown life things.
On this web site you will see three MP3 and video categories:
Variety Sessions, Dustybootsworth lite, and muddyBootsworth.
These are content filters for MP3 and video, moderated by me Jeremy Dinovo, and will separate the content into categories that I deem appropriate for the group. Variety Sessions are completely unfiltered, and warning, I talk about every topic I can find. Even though I try to be as objective as possible some of the content can be seen as very objectionable and disagreeable with what you consider to be wholesome Continue reading “DBWORTH – JAN 16 2016 – CATEGORIES ADDED”
‘Very busy with work. But thanks for checking in with me. :)’
The above sentence represents about the most generic form of short and emotionless response I seem to mechanically get from most people that do not plan to write me back and gave no heed to anything I ever said or did, so here is a reflection on this. It will be in block form and not really scholastically organized, because I really did return to a warm home and bed only last night after this true incident and really do need to relax. And also this is for some kind of reading material or content that I recently generated to let audience of dustybootsworth know I still intend to post content with normalcy, with regularity, with Continue reading “DBWORTH – JAN 12 2016 – OPENING FROZEN DOORS”