We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
Best band in Maine. They can do jazz too. Well, all they need is a versatile bass player who can sing harmony. Or maybe not. Difficult to find reliable people in Maine, apparently. Is McCartney available?
These are fine lads. Met 'em a few times. They are polite, cheerful, and pitch in and help out with anything. You don't even need to ask. Musical talent from God.
Ives' dad was a Civil War-era military bandleader and was practicing in the town park on the 3rd of July ... another military band, playing another patriotic song, marched through the first band ... the sound electrified little Charlie's brain, all his music tries to recapture that mystical strange eerie American song.
"Give Me Jesus - you can have all the the world, but give me Jesus."
Cool song. The cold eyes of those crims, though - sheesh. They do not look like they like anybody. Johnny had one foot in jail and one in Jesusland. A holy man, of sorts.