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...off one of the good Stones albums from the Mick Taylor period ('69 - '74)
My favorite off Sticky Fingers though would have to be this little gem...
Can't You Hear Me Knocking
 
Probably a cliche for a lot of people but I'd have to say my favorite Stones song would be the oft covered...
Gimme Shelter (TSOM)
 
My 2nd favorite Stones song has got to be a tie between...Doo Doo Doo Doo Doo (Heartbreaker)
 
...and Monkey Man
 

FRANK ZAPPA - Black Napkins
 

Bolt Thrower - Peel Sessions 1988-90

Bourbon in high quantities is a sure-fire cure. Works on torn labrums too.

I've always worked on the theory that whiskey or bourbon cured colds, but I though the cure for covid was bleach.
 
Good stuff. I remember in the 80's we did a thing for kids cricket at the MCG during the lunch break of one of the games and it could some good sponsor and money injection, so hopefully yours does too.

Bourbon in high quantities is a sure-fire cure. Works on torn labrums too.

After avoiding it for 3 years I tested positive for COVID this morning - rest and alcohol needed.

Emperor - Prometheus: The Discipline of Fire & Demise (2001)
Hassan Hajdi - Gilded Cage (2013)

Hassan is the guitarist of the French progressive rock band Ange since 1997. In 2013, he released this album with the drummer of Ange. The result is progressive rock that is close to hard rock.

Bruce Dickinson - The Chemical Wedding

Ordinance - In Purge There Is No Remission, Finland 2020
 
Diaboli - Awakening of Nordic Storm, Finland 2021
 

Polemicist - Return Of the Sophist (BM, USA)
Saw these guys last night at my local pub in the fucking Yukon Territory. These guys (and gal, their guitar player) made the trip all the way from Portland to play in front of 20-25 people in some buttfuck northern Canadian city. First proper live metal show I've seen since before the pandemic. Very grateful!

Deus Mortem - Kosmocide, Poland 2019
 
Deus Mortem - The Fiery Blood, Poland 2020
 

I switched to 5 about 16 years ago. At the time I mostly played guitar and tuned low, and so my four-string was already down around B and I wanted more high notes. Having that high string immediately opened up the instrument for me. I tried 6 here and there, but didn't really see the need for it until I joined one of my bands here in MA.
The move from 5 to 6 was harder than the move from 4 to 5 because I had to change everything about the way I hold the instrument to work with the wider fretboard. Took a few months to feel ok and about a year to feel natural. Here's the SR1006:

My brain never adjusted to anything more than 4 strings. I've tried a few times and just never got the hang of it.
Thin Lizzy - Johnny the Fox

C'mon Doc, whataya say we start our own 70's & 80's funk band? I've always wanted to play some of that funky slap bass. Don't know how to play yet but I'm sure our bass mavens Navy and our father can coach me through it to get me started. You'll blow the sax of course, we'll just need to find a funky drummer and would you happen to know anyone with a Hammond organ or maybe a Fender Rhodes?
Mother's Finest - Truth'll Set You Free
 

I have to admit that anything with less than 5 strings doesn't do it for me anymore. And really I want 24 frets too. But I love the look and sound of a J bass in the right hands. The other one I've always wanted, since I'm a tasteless goon, is a Bongo. 
 
Last few: 
Blut Aus Nord - 777 Cosmosophy 
Blut Aus Nord - Hallucinogen 
Killing Joke - Night Time 
Weakling - Dead As Dreams

Slayer - Decade of Aggression (1991)
 

CHAKA KHAN- Epiphany- The Best of Chaka Khan Vol.1. A compilation? 80's funk? What has come over Thatguy?...I had a dream and woke up with 'Ain't Nobody' running around in the tired old brain. What a voice. What a song.
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The horns up sign is perfect for acknowledging all this stuff. It shows solidarity. Thumbs up would be for an asshole.
I don't know what "ideal" is for childhood, but my run was fairly smooth. I did have a brother that died (as a baby) when I was 3. Did not affect me because I was too young, but my parents have carried it all their lives.
My dad tried to say something once a few years ago, like some kind of weird apology "sorry I was not there more" which left me perplexed. "But, dad, you were home at 5pm for dinner every day and were available whenever I needed something....what are you talking about?"
So, geez, even good people don't think they did a good job. My mum is pretty crazy now, but was fantastic and supportive when I was growing up. 
My brother (not the dead one, one that followed) was a different story. He ran away from home at about 15. But everyone's all good now. He has come out the other side and I'm prouder of him than anyone else I've known.
Hmm. So maybe it wasn't ideal. Every family has its dramas. Just glad it is resolved now. You don't get a second chance and shouldn't take any of the wins for granted.

I have to say I'm really lucky, my parents are great. We have a lot in common and they did their best to provide for me and brother growing up. Always encouraged me to pursue my goals and raised me to be pretty skeptical of the value of tests, rankings, material "success", displays of wealth, religion, etc. I wish I could see them more, but they're a 14 or 15 hour drive away. A lot of stuff about my childhood wasn't ideal, but I can't complain in that regard. They were the black sheep in their families, as you might expect. We only saw extended family for holidays, and I've had zero contact with my dad's side since his parents passed away. I wouldn't recognize them on the street.
My grandparents were all really sweet to me, for what that's worth, and I miss them all. Watching my dad's father deteriorate with Parkinson's was scary and sad. He lashed out a bit at the end, which I only heard about - had episodes where he didn't understand his surroundings at the hospital and got really abusive towards the staff. That was extremely out of character for the guy I knew.
My wife didn't have it very good with her folks, and there's a lot of tension and unresolved/unacknowledged trauma laying between them. It sucks to see the same dynamic unfold over and over. Her mom seems a bit like what Dead describes in his post. Maybe not as extreme. I hate it for her and it reminds me of how lucky I am not to have to deal with it in my own immediate family.
 

Dude, I hate to hear what you dealt with. I can empathize with your situation unfortunately. My family life growing up was fucked which led to me having to cut my family off once I became an adult. It's a long story, but in short, my parents got married at 17. I came along at 19. They were kids who had no idea what they were doing (like anyone really does). My sister came along 2 years later. We had a few good years where mom & dad made decent money, but most years were pretty thin. Fried bologna sandwiches for dinner were a staple 3-4 nights a week. Fast forward to when I was 15, my dad left my mom. Walked out on Christmas Eve. My mom lost it. Disappeared. We had no idea where she was for 2 months. Turns out she had been institutionalized after being found by the police wandering the streets crying and distraught in the middle of the night. So it was just me to care for myself and my sister during that time. Even when she eventually came back home, she was never the same. Skip a bunch of drama, dad moved to a different part of the state and she found a replacement. Typical stepdad stuff (come in and try to establish dominance crap) which went over as you would expect. It was made clear that I was persona non grata and pushed off into the world. Oh did I mention that he was a convicted sex offender? That diddled little kids and had done prison time for it? Yeah, that's fun. My father's side of the drama wasn't much better, but it's not worth going in to. You get the idea.
About 12 years ago when I was first diagnosed with cancer, they both somehow reinserted themselves into my life. Probably didn't hurt that there were significant financial interests if I had actually died on active duty and turns out that was the motivation. Not true concern for their child. Just a plot to cheat my wife and young daughter out of the half million life insurance payout. They had set up shop in my home in San Diego while I was hospitalized and were terrorizing my family. I had to throw them out and cut ties again. And like Russian history, it only got worse. I could write a book on all the drama, but again you get the idea.
As a result, I still have a good deal of difficulty forming solid trusting relationships with people. I have no problem just cutting ties with people with no remorse. Almost feels sociopathic at times, but I guess when you have to cut the closest ties you have in life, it gets pretty easy to do so in the future. I'll be the first to admit that I'm a fucked-up individual. I'm sure there's a lot of baggage that I should deal with, but I have no idea where I would actually start. I get along fine, so maybe there's no need. I am sure it strains my relationship with my wife at times. She comes from the exact opposite situation. Perfect, ideal childhood. Of course, just like the movies, she was not aware of the real situation going on in the background which we found out when her parents died, but ignorance is bliss. Certainly, it has affected my relationship with my daughter as well.
Anyway, we are all fucked up to some degree. All dealing with some amount of ridiculous bullshit in our lives. And if you're not now, don't worry it's coming. So be understanding of people. Show some compassion. Be kind. You really have no idea what they may be dealing with.
Yeah, actually you are. All of you guys. Maybe a virtual relationship for the most part, but I honestly feel just as close to you guys as to anyone I know in the flesh. Most of them are virtual to me 99% of the time anyway because we're adults with lives. We do meet up a few times a year, but I probably talk to you guys more.

I'm very wary of people who say that they had "ideal" upbringings. They're either 1) ignorant of what was really going on (like my wife) or 2) lying to accomplish some means. Ignorant is certainly the best of the 2, but boy when that bomb finally drops, the blast radius can go in many unexpected directions. Depending on how close you are to the person, you may take more damage than you think. I saw it coming years ago and started gently steeling both of us for the inevitable. It sorta worked. Enough that we've made it through for the most part. We're all imperfect and messed up. It's the human condition.
As fucked as much of my own was, I'm thankful to be honest. I think I am a much better adult and able to handle adversity with more ease. Things may get bad, but it's rarely so bad that I truly get worried. I got through with a skillset that continues to serve me well. That said, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. 
That's very admirable to be strong enough to realize you need it and are seeking out help. Cheers mate and good luck!

I'm very wary of people who say that they had "ideal" upbringings. They're either 1) ignorant of what was really going on (like my wife) or 2) lying to accomplish some means. Ignorant is certainly the best of the 2, but boy when that bomb finally drops, the blast radius can go in many unexpected directions. Depending on how close you are to the person, you may take more damage than you think. I saw it coming years ago and started gently steeling both of us for the inevitable. It sorta worked. Enough that we've made it through for the most part. We're all imperfect and messed up. It's the human condition.
As fucked as much of my own was, I'm thankful to be honest. I think I am a much better adult and able to handle adversity with more ease. Things may get bad, but it's rarely so bad that I truly get worried. I got through with a skillset that continues to serve me well. That said, I wouldn't wish it on anyone. 
That's very admirable to be strong enough to realize you need it and are seeking out help. Cheers mate and good luck!

Yeah, I don't either really, although it's an interesting thought experiment, but some people seem higher evolved along the path than others, that's for sure. 

well damn we have some messed up histories, sorry to all who lived through that.
 
Similar experiences in my childhood, to a point I’m seeking professional help. Probably the worst thing was being threatened whenever I spilled anything, never mind my obvious attempts to clean up.