Way of the World

If I haven't mentioned it before:  I hate people. 

Present company excluded. But yeah - overall, people are the worst. 

Again, I do blame this administration for a lot of it. 

Clearly, homophobia, racism, xenophobia, misogyny have always been there, but until 2016 it had kind of been slightly less acceptable to just be outright homophobic, racist xenophobic and mysogynistic. 

All bets are off now. They have been for a while. People are just showing their true colours - and why not? There is seemingly no repercussions for any of this anymore. Zero accountability. 

Take these fine upstanding students at Visalia Redwood High School showing their outward hate in a school photo.

Oh, I'm sure they'll say "it was just a joke". If so - then include the story and photo in your college essays and see how many places accept you. 

No worries - the school is doing a "full investigation". 

Whatevs. 

Here is the sad part. Sadder? Saddest? 

Go to Goooooooogle News. As of last evening when I drafted this, there were only four (!) stories that were there. Then it dropped to a 2019 story of a student arrest. 

See ? No one cares. 

You can't condemn their actions when almost no one is showing said actions. 

And so you know their high education standards, someone might want to tell the folks of Visalia that the Redwoods are a few hundred miles to the northwest of them. They might consider changing the name of the school to the Bigots. 

Fuck them. 

Song by: Tina Turner

My Music Monday

I gotta say, usually I am crafting these My Music Monday posts a day or two before publishing, but the last few weeks, I've been drafting these sometimes weeks (or months!) ahead of time. 

Lately-ish, I've been stumbling upon songs I've heard that I've liked and thought I'd use here. As I am sure I'd forget the artist or song should I wait weeks - or months - to post, I figgered (yes, on purpose) I'd just knock the posts out early and date them for later. 

That said - I know nothing of Carter Vail. 

From what I can gather just from his YouTube channel is it looks like he has joke songs. If those are funny at all - the genre, that is - it is for one or two plays and then they just become annoying. Yes, "Hello Muddah Hello Fuddah" isn't the classic you think it is. 

But Vail popped up in some feed and it looked interesting enough for me to click on that post - which was only a clip of a video. So I searched it out. 

The song  - "6 Feet Under" isn't bad in the slightest. 

I'm like 100% sure I'd never hear it on any XM station to which I listen. Maybe there is an audience out there for him already. I'm assuming it is a him and everyone in the video isn't 'a band'. 

As you can see, I didn't even Goooooooogle him to find out. I like the song, but I'm not that invested.  Clearly. 

Ad of the Month

As I mentioned in an earlier post, we actually watched the Super Bowl, and oddly not for the ads. 

Overall, those aren't as important or surprising as they once were in television history, since most of them (all?) are on the internet days or weeks beforehand. 

But there was one that was important. 

Not funny. Not entertaining. Not obtuse. 

This one is more: poignant. personal. painful. 

What was shown on the Super Bowl was an abbreviated version of what I'm posting. It is (some of) the survivors listed in the Epstein Files. 

I'm applauding any and every one who is still keeping those files alive.  Fuck BLOTUS and all who want to "move on from....". 

How odd that it would be advantageous for those calling for that.  FUCK. THEM. 

Opportunities

I dunno - it's just been one of those unproductive weeks of taking pet pics. Between, work, weather, daycare and a plumber on site, there was not tons of picture taking opportunities. 

Well, I can' only work with what I'm given - or the opportunities I take. 

I want a walk: Stage 1.

We ARE going on a walk: Stage 2. 

710 took these while I was running. Had I been there, Stage 3 would have been his paws on my knees.  Shep's that is, not 710's.

710: "he doesn't ask for much"

Blobby: "no, it's HOW he asks....."

I can't say 'no' to that? 

I am hoping this is the last frigid photo session for a while. 

Allegedly into the 40s next week with rain. Maybe the mounds of snow will disappear. 

Boop!

Song by: Pet Shop Boys

12 of 12

 So I'm doing my 190th 12 of 12.

Normally it is 12 pictures taken on the 12th of the month. Since I only post once per day, you get my images the following day. All pictures taken with my iPhone. Click images to enlarge, if you choose.

Created by Chad Darnell and picked up from, what I can tell, any number of random bloggers who then link back to him and vice versa. Chad is no longer doing this, nor is successor coordinating the linking of other 12 of 12'ers anymore.  

05:55. Not so early morning. It was almost 06:00 !!!

Late for me. 

06:21. Oatmeal prep. 

06:56. Treadmill time. 

5.25 miles. And the guy down there was on MY treadmill, so I had to pick another one. Bother!

07:53. Dante's 10th ring of Hell. 

My glutes need to be firmer, but it hurts my knee.

09:40. About 8 weeks ago I wrote that every 6-8 weeks I cut my head shaving. 

Right on cue. I'd like to say this was the first paper towel I used, but it was not. 

09:48. Stuck around the house as the plumbers were scheduled to be here. 

10:06. Whilst they worked, I took Shep for a very very treacherous walk. 

We had a big half-thaw on Tuesday and then everything refroze, making it worse than before. 

11:32. You know me and my mid-morning snacks. I do love clementines in Winter. 

12:49. Spencer showing me his work, before charing me $700. 

Yes, his sleeve says "Turd Chasers". 

16:09.  Well.....not a bear print. Afternoon dog walk. 

20:12.  Late dinner. 

710 brought in fud, because he worked late. Less said about it the better. 

20:38.  Dolls. 

The good thing about increased dosage of antidepressants is ironically fewer pills. 

....and that wraps this month. 

Lying Cunt

You know, in the UK 'cunt' mean "an unpleasant or objectionable person (regardless of gender)".  That's it. 

They use it a bit more freely than those of us in the U.S..  I somehow love that it's Olivia Colman's favourite word.  ......but I might love Olivia Colman. Period. 

Granted, the U.S. version of 'cunt' is specific to women - right or wrong. 

It is inarguably the worse thing you can call a woman. Ask my parents, when I called my sister it after she purposefully dropped hot liquid in my lap at dinner one evening when I was in high school. They were none to pleased - to say the least. Though I stand by it to this day. 

I made a (figurative) fatal mistake yesterday. I was busy all day and when I got home in late afternoon, I fooooooooolishy logged onto Facebook. 

This is not an exaggeration that Pam Bondi was in almost all of my feed. It seems she testified before congress. Or parts of congress. I read a few things and super immediately regretted my decision(s). 

First off, let's just take a moment to note she raised her hand and was sworn in......"to tell the truth". Irony doesn't even begin to cover that one. 

I'd call Bondi a 'cunt'. But that is unfair to cunts around the world. And yes, I know I used it yesterday for the press secretary - and I stand by that to this day. 

My problem with the word is...........it's not derogatory enough to encapsulate Pam Bondi. 

Another word - to my knowledge - has not yet been coined. 

What little I saw was her blaming others for politicizing the unredacted Epstein files. The very thing she is politicizing.  And lying about - under oath. 

I'm only going to point out one thing with it all - and it was a mistake on the congressional side. They asked a lot about Les Wexner and him being mentioned over 4,000 times (so far). She acknowledged this. Not once (well, that I heard) did they ask her if the DOJ was going to pursue charges of Wexner being a co-conspirator. 

I mean, I know she wouldn't have answered. And if she did, not truthfully. But for fuck sake - put it out there in the record. On the record. 

I'm not sure which one mentioned this tidbit, but said that BLOTUS was mentioned by name (in the reacted files) more times than g-d in the bible. And more than Harry Potter over seven books.  38,000 times and counting. With millions of pages not released. 

Nor did they call her on her statement in 2025 that there were no Epstein files. 

So until she does right - and she won't. And can't at this point can't ever make it up or make it right she will be now and forever be* a CUNT. 

*or until a new word come to light. 

Song by: Brutal Lobotomy.  

no - I don't know or own this song, but I don't have anything in my music liberry that comes close to what the blog entry title needed to be. 

Monkey Wrench

Ugh - if I'm to maintain this 'blog post per day' thing, it means I need to write daily. 

I do love it when I have a lot of things, and I draft 3-4 things in one day and then don't write for 3-4 days. It's kind of nice. 

And I'm a little behind on this only because I didn't want to address it. 

The BLOTUS 'meme' of the Obamas as apes. The White House response - justifying it. As that cunt Leavitt would. You knew she would. 

BTW - aren't memes supposed to be kind of viral?  If so - exactly what "Lion King meme" is / was going around that BLOTUS jumped on the bandwagon? 

Did anyone ask that? I know I haven't seen any memes with the Lion King. Have you?

Oh - and did no one point out to Leavitt that there are no apes in the Lion King? 

My absolute favourite part of it all was the very very very temporary outrage where people insisted he apologize. 

Has ANYONE been paying attention?  

This isn't rhetorical, I'm asking:  has he EVER apologized for anything??? Once???  If so, I need references. Dates, Circumstances. 

I don't actually expect to see any reply to this - as I'm fairly certain 'sorry' isn't in his lexicon. He is a fucking sociopath. Leavitt might actually be worse. 

But seriously - where are the Black leaders?  Where are the Black GOP leaders (if there are any now that Ben Carson isn't around) who have publicly said anything???

Granted, I'm not reading the news so maybe it's happened, but not loud enough where it has seeped through past papers. 

But no - he's not racist. 

Fuck. 

But I'd be remiss if I didn't post someone's response to his post. 

Song by: Foo Fighters

Efecto

Let's give it up for Mr. Bunny !!!!

Or Señor Bunny, as it were. 

I know of Bad Bunny, of course. I've seen him host SNL - you know, via clips the next day on Instagram, like a respectable older man who has a 21:30 bed time. 

I know of his music, but I don't know his music. 

Fuck Chingar - I know like 14 words in Spanish as it is. Most of them probably from hearing Dora the Explorer on in the background - or from me needing to find a rest room whilst in Mexico. Or asking for more tequila, por favor. 

The important phrases!

Suffice to say, I didn't understand a word Bad Bunny sang - and that was, and wasn't, the point. 

His performance and execution seemed flawless. It was a celebration, where weeks and months leading up to it, could have just as easily been a protest performance, and rightfully so. 

The U.S. has an extremely large Hispanic population - the most of them not being "illegals". The best they've gotten at representation at something like this was a J.Lo / Shakira double-bill - and that's just sad. That this administration would like to ignore that fact - and actually cleanse it - a performance like this was essential. 

Bad Bunny showed nothing but love and inclusion, even if not singing in English. It showed in every move he and his performers made.  Right down to his last move. 

.....and you know why it was well intentioned, those MAGAts who did not tune into the 'alternative' halftime show took it as a 'fuck you' to them. 

Two things can be true. 

Yeah - I could have done without Lady Gaga. For being a Latin-themed performance, they could have gotten a non-Italian female singer to have been included. Ricky Martin was a nice touch - as most everything he releases is Spanish language. 

Yes, we made a point to watch the half-time show. I wanted those ratings to go up - and it looked like roughly140 million people watched, which was about 132 million people more than who viewed Kid Rock lip synch!  (or so I heard.)

We also watched the game. Well, until I had to go to bed. 

I'm glad a female owned team who gave $0 to BLOTUS won.  .....Robert Kraft of the Patriots, well...........lots of $$ to BLOTUS and no shock, a sexual predator, or the very best adjacent. But yeah, he likes under aged Asian women "massaging" him in strip mall businesses. 

So yay for Bad Bunny. Months ago I couldn't have told you if he was a good choice or not, but it paid off on every level. I'm happy for him. 

So is Elmo......

And since this administration has cut off funding for the Children's Television Workshop, they can't fuck with Elmo anymore. 

Song by: Bad Bunny 

My Music Monday

Never let it be said that National Public Radio isn't a gem. 

I mean - never buy a book that is featured on Fresh Air. Terry Gross has made bad books sound way too intertesting, certainly much more than they are. 

But it has exposed me to music over the years. 

It was there I first heard Dar Williams back in 1993. It was there I found Mountain Stage, from West Virigina Public Radio, and heard so many artists - though mostly folk and bluegrass. 

KEXP in Seattle exposed me to Kerala Dust. 

Apparently they've been around for years, but via Berlin. They are part art rock, part electronic(a), part just rock rock. 

I've been sampling their stuff, though first heard them via KEXP. The show they put on there - linked here - honestly sounds better than their records, including the track I selected "That's How the Light Gets In".

The rest of which I've been listening is equally low key, electronic semi-monotone. 

There are some early 80s post punk vibes here, but honestly they seem to break into more originality as they go. The lead vocalist has a tenor-baritone (verse-chorus) thing going on, I would say similar to Matt Johnson from The The.  Or maybe more accurately compare him to Matt Berninger from the National. The drums are uncomplicated yet perfect. 

I'm totally digging this. 

Cooking with Blobby

I think I've said it before, but while I love to cook, it is coming up with ideas for dinner that drive me nuts. I get that from my mother. 

Tell me what you want for dinner and it's done. Usually I can come up with something, but now and then I'd like some kind of direction. 

710 shoots me ideas now and then. The other day it was 'Marry Me Chicken'.  

He walked back in the room and I held up my hand to show him my ring saying I didn't actually have to make that. 

And the plan was for me to make Chicken Parm, but I finally looked at this recipe and I already had everything needed to make it, so........what the fuck. Of course, if I did, he'd think he "won".  And I just can't have that. 

Now and then, I give in - and I did. 

I swear Ina has a recipe called this, but I don't think it's the same one. I think there are a lot of recipes out there with this name that aren't the same. 

But let's get into it. 

There are seemingly a lot of ingredients, but putting it together went pretty fast. I know it says 10 minute prep and 50 minute cook, but it didn't seem that long. The biggest part of the prep was grating cheese and butterflying the chicken breasts. 

As always, having things laid out and the ready to go make things go way quicker. 

Ingredients 

Yield: 4 servings (maybe 5)

3 large boneless, skinless chicken breasts, or 6 chicken cutlets (about 2¼ pounds total), patted dry 

Kosher salt (such as Diamond Crystal) and black pepper 

¼ cup all-purpose flour 

3 tablespoons extra-virgin olive oil, plus more as needed 

3 tablespoons unsalted butter 

3 garlic cloves, chopped 

1 tablespoon tomato paste 

½ teaspoon dried oregano 

Red-pepper flakes, to taste 

1 cup low-sodium chicken stock 

½ to ¾ cup heavy cream 

½ cup (1½ ounces) grated Parmesan 

⅓ cup sliced sun-dried tomatoes, packed in oil 

Fresh basil, for serving 

Procedure

Step 1 

If using chicken breasts, start from the thickest end and slice each chicken breast in half horizontally so you end up with a total of 6 cutlets (see Tip). Season both sides of the chicken cutlets well with salt and pepper. 

Step 2 

Scatter the flour on a large plate and coat the cutlets, shaking off the excess. Transfer the cutlets to a sheet pan or large plate in a single layer. 

Step 3 

Heat the oil in a large pan over medium-high. Once hot, reduce the heat to medium and add the butter. As soon as it melts, add the cutlets and cook until golden on one side, about 5 minutes. Flip the chicken and cook the other side until golden, 4 to 5 minutes. Do this in batches, if needed, adding more oil, if needed. Transfer the cutlets to a plate or sheet pan. 

Step 4 

Reduce the heat to low, add the garlic and cook, stirring often, until fragrant, 1 to 2 minutes. Add the tomato paste, stirring until the color deepens, about 2 minutes. Add the oregano and red-pepper flakes, to taste. 

Step 5 

Increase the heat to medium, add the stock and bring to a simmer, scraping up any bits from the bottom of the pan, until the liquid is reduced by half, about 5 minutes. 

Step 6 

Add ½ cup of the cream and warm through, stirring, until it thickens slightly, about 3 minutes. Watch the cream closely, reducing the heat if necessary, to maintain a gentle simmer. Stir in the Parmesan and the sun-dried tomatoes. Add more cream, if you like, and season the sauce. 

Step 7 

Place the chicken back in the pan to warm through, about 4 minutes. Remove from the heat and scatter basil on top.

The dish name is spot on. I mean, I can't marry myself, but fuck this was good. Had someone made this for me, I might have said "I Do!". 

All the flavours meld extremely well, yet some can stand out at the same time. There isn't a lot of any one item (maybe the parm) - though as always, red pepper flakes 'to taste', is always going to have me shaking more in than less. So while it wasn't super spicy, there was a kick. 

710 thought this would be good served over noodles (I had some on the side), but I'm telling you, the sauce to mop up with rustic bread was incredible. 

This goes into a rotation of at least 1-2 x month. 

Crazy Eyes

It is STILL Winter.  

So much so that, as I draft this, we are expecting 4-6" of new snow yesterday (Friday) and today with windchill it will be  -20°F (yes, you read that correctly).  There will be no outdoor run today, though the training group suggests not doing it, they give instructions on how one should dress should they still go.  <eye roll emoji>

Once again, pics are limited due to snow and cold. Poor Shep who usually gets three big walks per day - he's lucky if he gets one at this point - and it ain't long. 

He's weird, but always present. 

Dash!  again. 

I don't know if he greets all, but always greets me. 

Dash's crazy eye - and my cousin's dog, Siggie, beyond the black lab mix. 

Lake Erie is completely frozen over - U.S. to Canada. 

Not Bailey

Bailey.  In a flying leap at my sister.

Post walk snooze. 

Kaya wanted all my attention one day. 

Kaya got all my attention. 

Walk through the park. 

The snow was knee deep in some places. My knees - not Shep's. 

Song by: Poco

Hallucinate

I'll take you on a small journey regarding a part of my mental health. 

In previous posts (ok, at least one), I referenced having Hypnagogic Hallucinations. 

I have them. A lot. 

Some days / weeks / months are better than others.

But they started a while ago and it took me almost a year to mention to my shrink, as I didn't know exactly how to explain them where they made sense. And because it made me sound crazy. And I was afraid I was.

I told him I knew I was awake and they almost all happened in the wee morning house. They were like a light show (most of the time) and lasted what seemed like 7-10 seconds each, but they were just continual until I'd finally get up. Mine weren't all light shows, some had people, places, scenarios. 

And somehow in those 7-10 seconds I back storied everything. It was exhausting. 

But the light shows were are all very Laser Floyd-ish.   .....or was Laser Floyd just something that happened in our Cleveland Planet-arium?

My psychiatrist put my mind at ease, giving it a name and telling me while it was considered a hallucination (which was the word I used to describe it - so yay for me for self-diagnosis), it was not due to, or indicative of, any psychosis. 

Oddly, I almost immediately felt better. 

If AI is to be believed, 70-80% of people experience these, usually when falling asleep. Mine are usually in the middle of the night. But make no mistake, these aren't dreams. I know I'm awake. I tell myself (internally) that I'm awake just to reassure myself I know 'this is happening'.

I should say 'told' myself. Past tense.  Oh, I still have the hallucinations, but now I lean into them, so to speak. I'm learning to co-exist with them and just let them ride. In a way, that has helped. 

Since they happen quickly, and there are so many of them, I almost never remember a single one, though I always think I will. 

.....until early morning yesterday. 

Technically, I don't remember anything about it - except two words. And you see them in the upper image. 

I literally reached over, got my phone, and wrote a memo with those two words - though I'm 99.9999% sure the first word isn't real. Then I tried to go back to sleep, but that didn't happen, so I started my NYT games instead.

I am aware that the volume and intensity of these hallucination happens during stress. I feel a lot of that with Minneapolis, ICE, the probability of ICE being sent to polling stations to intimidate voters to NOT show up, hoping the mid-terms won't be detrimental to the GOP.   So, they've been pretty constant lately. 

My doc asked about them at our Wednesday appointment. He didn't really respond when I said I was just trying to co-exist with them. At least I didn't get a negative reaction.  .....but there isn't really any solution to them. No medical or medicinal treatments. 

But there you have it - one aspect of my mental heath journey.

Song by: Dua Lipa

Shopping with Blobby

Yet another installment in the drudgery that is everyday shopping. The camera-phone makes it a bit more fun - though I get looks whenever I take pics of products. Like I care what people think!  

Admittedly, I know enough about women's anatomy to be dangerous. Not Brett Kavanaugh dangerous, but like spouting knowledge with any degree of certainty. 

So in a way, I am just like a straight white male.  ....except I don't need to control a woman's body. So maybe I'm not like a straight white male. 

Anyhoo.......this popped up in my amazon feed. 

For the life of me, I had not idea women and coumunity pools had some much in common!  ....except for the fact you can get pregnant in one!

I'll give you the full description - as I must.

At-Home Vaginal pH Test Kit: 30 Strips + 30 Individually Wrapped Swabs - Fast & Accurate Feminine Health Monitoring for pH Balance, BV & Yeast Infection - Professional Grade

Let's start with, I have zero idea what 'BV' stands for. Yes, that's where I'm starting. 

Other than drinking cranberry juice and a scrub brush, what does one do for a yeast infection?  

I kid. I kid. I know there are probably pills and salves and the likes. 

Probably. 

Still, pH?  I see nothing about chlorine, so maybe a vagina is not just like pool maintenance. Though they both seem like a lot of work. 

30 strips?  How many yeast infections must one get to use a box of these?

I'm not even sure I should touch on 'professional grade'?  Makes me wonder what kind of other items are out there which are not 'professional'. 

I feel like this ranks up at something in the Walgreens aisles to forgo actual medical care - like the 'lost filling repair kit' for less than $7.00. Have we not seen the drill scene in Marathon Man to know one must go to a dentist ?? A real one?

Ditto with a GP or OB-GYN Kenobi. 

Anyway, for the low low price of $9.99 - this can be yours. C'mon - that's $0.33 a swab.

I think your vagina is worth that. 

I Won't Crap Out

I don't know if this is true or not - nor do I care. 

MAGA and the GOP are fine with making up stories and lies to further whatever agenda they might have - or just for the fun of it.

But it is said that BLOTUS became VonShitzinPantz a few days back - in the oval office filled with people. 

There is allegedly auditory and olfactory "evidence" of this event. 

I hope to g-d it's true. 

Say what you will about Pappy Joe and his age, I never heard that he fell asleep in meetings or behind the desk, let alone crapped his trousers. 

It got me thinking how many identical suits, shirts and ties VSP has in closets all over the White House. Plus the power washer to clean out that crevASSe. Oh, and the incinerator to put all those Depends and bio-hazard bags into the fire. 

I mean you know he probably shits himself several times per day. So, there has to be this huge wardrobe and on-site dry cleaner working 24/7 - though they probably LOVE it when he goes golfing. Open the windows and air the place out. 

I understand they do (or can) change out the carpet in the oval office - and I hear it matters which way the eagles head is facing and which talon holds the arrows et al. But now, they probably just have to swap that out now and again to Bissell the fecal stains out of the fibers. 

Truth be told, I did search out the video, but I couldn't hear "the accident". Though people in the room were ushered out quickly.  

g-d, I'd love to see the résumé of these aides whose sole job it is to scoot people out of harm's way. 

And let us remember that years ago Bob Woodward already let the world know this. 

Song by: Iggy Pop

Oh No

Winter still plagues us here in NE Ohio. 

At least for the next 10 days we still won't get above freezing, which will make it like three weeks in a row. Bother. 

And it won't stop snowing. 

Mind you, it's not inches upon inches like last week, but there is always a new covering - which for aesthetic purposes is nice - it covers all the grey and brown slush. But one-quarter to one-half inch daily starts to add up. 

Not enough to pull out the snowblower and well, shoveling is now off the table for moi. 

Last week did me in. We couldn't get the snowblower to work, so Blobby did it all by hand - all 15-17".  And then, out of the kindness of my heart (no honest!), I did it for my sister in law. 

My core was sore for sure. Painfully sore. Until it wasn't. 

.....then all the pain centered in my lower back, which manifested when I bent over to pick something up. 

As Dr. Zachary Smith might have yelled - "oh, the pain!". 

The weekend consisted of naproxen, flexeril and heating pads. And no running. 

Things were better when I moved. Sitting and getting up from sitting were the pains - literally. I was doing so well - until yesterday morning. Another crouch to get something and wham-o. 

Granted it's not AS bad as Friday, but it ain't great. More of the meds. More of the pad. None of the running. 

Technically half / marathon training started last week (though cancelled due to horrible weather). Actually it now starts this evening - which I'm not planning on attending. A 3 mile run in single digit temps isn't going to put me that far behind. The drive each way would take longer than the run. 

710 was so worried about me having a heart attack by shoveling, no one saw the back thing coming. 

Insult to injury?  After I finished with that 15-17" clearning, 710 got the snowblower working. 

Bother!

Song by: Don Dixon

My Music Monday

Peter Gabriel has a new disk slated for 2026. O\I.   

This is not to be confused with his 2023 release, I/O. 

Two disks in three years!  He hasn't been that quick in output since the early '80s. And assuming this is like I/O, it will have two versions - the "light side" and the "dark side".  Same songs. Different mixes. 

Like I/O, he seems to be doing the same thing with O\I - releasing one song on every full moon. Or one song per month. When all songs are released, then comes the album release. It's an interesting concept but not sure how that impacts "record" sales at all. 

"Put the Bucket Down" is his new song, which came out yesterday - with the February full moon. I totally missed his January release, "Been Done".

While Gabriel continues his sound of world music, "Put the Bucket Down" is very accessible. I mean, not radio accessible per se, but it's a good and interesting almost seven minutes.  The percussion is just spectacular. 

I have always admired Gabriel. He is a perfectionist, which probably gets in his way more than it should. As they say, "perfect is the enemy of good". 

But the sounds, the vocals, the arrangement here all work perfectly. 

Now I have to go back and listen to "Been Done".