Maharg Ydobon

Do It Yer Elf -- Split P Soup -- Book 6 (eBook, ePUB)

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So, while the rodeo was rambling on as they always do, I sat thinking about some songs that might ring true. When the mic was again shoved into my face I was ready.
"This here song is to all the lazy loafers who just get in the way," I announced, in my lowest voice. "And it is also for all those hard workers who just want to get the job done. This song is called: Git Out The Way

I came to work, there's a job to do, and we need to concentrate and see it through...
I don't know your problems, and don't have time to care.
First get the job done and then you can share...
But if you're gonna sit there like a bump on a log, or stare into space like a hypnotized frog, or just sit around on your lazy old rear, then get your gear and get out of here...
"Git out the way, git out the way, all I gotta say is git out the way!
There's a job to do, let's see it through, if you can't do it, then git out the way...
"I'm here to work and will get the job done.
Work ain't shirk, and work ain't for fun.
If all you wanna do is to play like you're cool, then don't be a fool -- git out the way...

It rambled on, and when I was out of words, Hoss chimed in with a chorus that totally fit. Then Billy did a banjo solo serenade to the crowd that brought a bunch of cheers.
Whenever we got back around to 'Git Out The Way' the whole crowd sang along. It was really pretty awesome. I couldn't believe such a scene was happening to me.
DJ the DJ was impressed. He praised me and drew cheers from the crowd. Then he asked if I had another song to share.
I grinned like a banshee and said, "Sure. Git me a banjo and a beer..."
He looked confused, but summoned over the beer vendor and bought me a beer.
"I don't have a banjo," he said.
"That's okay," I replied. "Stringbean will provide the banjo music." I pointed and Hoss started a low drumming. I tried to keep tempo as I sang my next song.
So, it was a combination of a lot of hard work, and understanding the world of people struggling to survive and get the job done, no matter how difficult, that led me to sing about it, and accidentally get elevated into the world of country rock music.
Now, life is truly weird. Being on the road with a band is crazier than hitch-hiking around the country looking for work. It's just another field of endeavor where I gotta either produce or git out the way. I'm trying to make good music and be successful, for myself and my friends in the band.
But, believe me when I say, there ain't nothing easy about it. Shoveling rocks was harder physically, but not at all challenging mentally. This music business is the opposite.
But, let's think back on the basic concepts here. All my life I've been a hard worker, along with my brothers, jumping into every job with the goal of getting it done.
One thing I've noticed is that on a lot of job sites there are the get hard workers but there are also a lot of loafers who expect to get paid just for being there. Those critters are mostly in the way of the real workers.
Of course, they generally know how to jump up and act like they are productive, or even in charge, if any of the supervisors come around. It's amazing how the least productive workers tend to get the foreman and supervisor positions. Then it's equally amazing that they get sub-par performances from their crews. I'd guess there may be some sort of cause and effect there, but if I was really smart in those areas, and sleazy enough to do so, I'd have weaseled myself into a cushy no-work supervisor job. But that just isn't me, is it?
So, that's where this song came from, and it launched my new musical career. I can't complain about that. It seems like I could sing about working, help make people understand the working stiff, and make people feel good about giving a good days work for a good days pay. That can be the main focus of my musical career. When I think about it like that,...

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Produktdetails

• Verlag: Maharg Ydobon
• Erscheinungstermin: 2. Juni 2023
• Englisch
• ISBN-13: 9798215743621
• Artikelnr.: 72341037

Autorenporträt

Bio Info for Maharg Ydobon Age = Old; birthdate lost in ancient history and political disruptions. Maybe he was born soon after WW2 somewhere in a now dislocated jurisdiction, possibly Europe or South America or somewhere else. But, it seems he must have been in elementary school in the early 1960s. He claims to have been in anti-war and civil rights protests during the Nixon years. Ethnicity = Other; has ties to various ethnicities and claims allegiance to none of them. Claims to have come from "the old world", and that most of the Ydobon family didn't choose to come to this backwater planet... (Maybe there will be something of this vein in future books?) Language = Spanglish (border mixture of Spanish & English) and BuHdobyan (huh?), but his first language is "ba-baba-baby-talk..." Family = Multiple members of extended family, many of whom are now deceased. Favorite Auntie just passed away in her late eighties. Mama died at the same age a few years ago. Some brothers are still in contact, and through them are many nephews and nieces. Heck, life goes on and you lose some and gain some and it all comes out "even steven" - except when it doesn't. Work = Various Jobs & Businesses. "The first regular job I remember was walking bean fields in the brutal heat and humidity of the Mississippi River Valley, hoeing out all of the weeds while being careful to protect the plants. Yeah, I made a whopping 65 cents an hour for that menial labor. "Over the years there have been many jobs and businesses. Gradually the pay got better as did the amount of control I had over my life. "Recently a client told me my rates were way too low for the market, and that I should increase my base rate (for just showing up and not doing any real work) to more than double. I considered that absurd, but increased my hourly rate (including work) by about 20 percent. "Reality Check! My rates haven't really gone up that much. Our economy is in such a mess that our dollars are becoming worthless, and you have to get a lot more of them to buy the basic stuff that most people need. That's called 'transitory inflation', and has been going on for hundreds of years... "So, somebody's $100 per hour rate now is maybe equivalent to a wage of $10 an hour back when I was growing up. Okay, that was a living wage for a seasoned technician. You could support a family on that if you were frugal....