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I sure miss my buddy😢

A day in the life 😅

is it the machine or the software? that's what you need to figure out. (or operator 😁)

Nice bro

having a reminiscent time? like a 40 year old memory. 😁 hope your doing ok keith.

Wait you were showing Just a Gigolo to little kids in Calgary in the 1980s? hahahahahaha Wild. Very cool snapshot of the time though.

These commercials were the first thing Ian and I did after landing the jobs as co-hosts for a live TV show. All of the shows I recorded were on Beta Tapes. I bought 4 decks and got one to work. So... im making DVD's... haha... another orphaned format...

if you just woke up from a coma. 😂 how you keeping hippy? that's what happens when you age. what seems last year was a decade ago.

Who is the dude recording this mastubating? eenie meenie has a camel toe

Nice blusey groove on that song.

niceeeeee

Thank you so very much❤

I watch this Video to see and hear Gord laugh. A blessing to have his presence forever in my mind and in person.....

Crunchy! Great job Keith!!!

This is so gooodddd

❤ My Grandkids...

✌

Rest in Peace, Gordon Marr.

Your Angel is proud of you.

Oh I teared up watching this. Grief is so awful, and I'm so sorry for your loss. I am not sure if youtube will let me post a comment this long, but I came across this post on reddit after my dad died and I really connected to it and somehow it made me feel a little better. I wanted to share: I wish I could say you get used to people dying. I never did. I don't want to. It tears a hole through me whenever somebody I love dies, no matter the circumstances. But I don't want it to "not matter". I don't want it to be something that just passes. My scars are a testament to the love and the relationship that I had for and with that person. And if the scar is deep, so was the love. So be it. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are a testament that I can love deeply and live deeply and be cut, or even gouged, and that I can heal and continue to live and continue to love. And the scar tissue is stronger than the original flesh ever was. Scars are a testament to life. Scars are only ugly to people who can't see. As for grief, you'll find it comes in waves. When the ship is first wrecked, you're drowning, with wreckage all around you. Everything floating around you reminds you of the beauty and the magnificence of the ship that was, and is no more. And all you can do is float. You find some piece of the wreckage and you hang on for a while. Maybe it's some physical thing. Maybe it's a happy memory or a photograph. Maybe it's a person who is also floating. For a while, all you can do is float. Stay alive. In the beginning, the waves are 100 feet tall and crash over you without mercy. They come 10 seconds apart and don't even give you time to catch your breath. All you can do is hang on and float. After a while, maybe weeks, maybe months, you'll find the waves are still 100 feet tall, but they come further apart. When they come, they still crash all over you and wipe you out. But in between, you can breathe, you can function. You never know what's going to trigger the grief. It might be a song, a picture, a street intersection, the smell of a cup of coffee. It can be just about anything...and the wave comes crashing. But in between waves, there is life. Somewhere down the line, and it's different for everybody, you find that the waves are only 80 feet tall. Or 50 feet tall. And while they still come, they come further apart. You can see them coming. An anniversary, a birthday, or Christmas, or landing at O'Hare. You can see it coming, for the most part, and prepare yourself. And when it washes over you, you know that somehow you will, again, come out the other side. Soaking wet, sputtering, still hanging on to some tiny piece of the wreckage, but you'll come out. Take it from an old guy. The waves never stop coming, and somehow you don't really want them to. But you learn that you'll survive them. And other waves will come. And you'll survive them too. If you're lucky, you'll have lots of scars from lots of loves. And lots of shipwrecks.

Bless you Rose🙏

Sorry for your loss my friend.

OMG Keith, this is awesome. So many memories, some 😅 and some 😢

Great job on this song Keith!

Excellent blues Keith!!

2 most important things in life. forget the first one, but 2 is write everything down. 🤣

I've not been able to record anything until I emptied my SD Card. I need to work on a better system all together. First though... I gotta clean my fridge....

new one here, or one you left behind? 😁

Driving or flying? Safe travels!

Super!! Love it!

Awesome song

suffering succotash!! that's an ugly lil' monster. Are there cucarachas in the house too? *shudder*

' i Will have sum of that Please ; '

but that's life as we know it. 🤣 how's the holiday?

Love this song . Thank you. My harmonica souns perfect with it so thanks for playing me.

You just got a new sub. This is amazing man.

cool! you're a time traveler like me!

sweet. even ol' John Prine would be envious of your acute Self reflective song writing skills

Nice fretwork, hombre! the blues are alive and well in Mexico..

That's very good!!!

Yeah nobody pulled Lee out of bed at the ungodly hour of noon to make this amirite?

So fun to hear you finally play your ax, Keith. You were a bit reluctant to play it for me when I visited you 20 years ago in your backyard studio…

masterly conveyed. After a lifetime of drawing babies, you deserve to spend your days singing the blues to whales on the blissful winter winds of Mexico. Me too. I may have to join you...

Sideways blues! Yes it is!! Great song!! Love the background singers too!!

i got the book. just had to shake the bug

Don’t quit your day job !!

Sounds like a hit to me!

Turn the volume down and playback at 1/2 speed...

Love it!!

where the fuck is Larry?