Gut Rumbles
 

February 15, 2007

We all do, Darlin'... (Referencing the last sentence...)

Originally published March 28, 2002

As an English major in college and a semi-professional musician for a number of years, I often am amazed to realize that I have been a supervisor in a chemical plant for more than twenty years. I have done well where I work, judging from my performance reviews and the money they pay me, but I remain amazed that my life played out the way it did.

In college, I declared a "Wonderful Wednesday" whenever I felt like it. That was a Wednesday when I decided I had better things to do than go to class all day, so I cut them all. I laid in bed some days, played golf on others, or pulled out all the sofa cushions to find enough spare change to buy $1 pitchers of beer in the afternoon at the old railroad station in Athens, Ga. I was a professional student at the time, so academic work could easily take a back seat to real-life experience; I could make good grades standing on my head back then. My roommate was a law student and I was such a corrupting influence that even HE indulged in a few Wonderful Wednesdays. For me, it was part of a bohemian lifestyle; for him, it was a liberating experience.

Once I hit my semi-professional musician stage, I became accustomed to living vampire hours. I woke up at the crack of noon, or maybe later. I staggered off to bed at about four o'clock in the morning, or maybe later. Time was very fungible in those days, as long as I showed up where I was SUPPOSED TO BE on time and did what I was SUPPOSED TO DO, which was work from 9:00 till 1:00, Tuesday through Friday, then work 9:00 till 2:00 on Saturday nights. That made for a very difficult 21-hour work week, where I kept my nose to the grindstone, did exactly what I wanted to do at the time and got paid very adequate wages for my artistic suffering. A great employee benefit package was included, too, because women like musicians. I won't go into details about that part of the job, because I don't remember enough details to elaborate. Let's just say that I recall a grand moasic.

But I put away those childish things a long time ago. Now I go to work at 5:30 every morning and come home whenever the work is done. Ten hours is a typical shift, plus an hour travel time each way to and from home. I wear a beeper and stay on call 24 hours a day. People from work call me at ungodly hours of the night. I work weekends every tenth week as the "duty" supervisor. I suppose I'm a great American success story.

I've been divorced twice. My son from my second marriage is with me tonight, on a visitation. We played basketball on the GOAL FROM HELL (damn, but I'm proud that I finally got that thing assembled instead of shooting it!) and then I threw football passes at him until the sun went down. He is fed, watered and bathed. He's on his Play-Station II now, but his eyelids are drooping. He'll be out like a light shortly.

My daughter from my first marriage will be in town tomorrow. I have not seen her in five years. She is nineteen and lives in Fort Worth, Texas. She wants to see my son and my son wants to see her. But that may not happen because my BC (bloodless cunt) ex-wife usurped my weekend visitation by booking a trip to Vermont for my son's spring break and she will come to reel him in at 7:00 tomorrow night, whether he sees his sister or not. So it goes. She has airplane tickets and at least one other guy to sleep with.

I could raise a big stink and hire a lawyer to sort this out, but the truth is that I don't care anymore. I just wish I could declare a Wonderful Wednesday every now and then.

I miss the good old days.

Comments

Saw your blog on the "college days" @ Athens. Lewis Grizzard & I were a-nole buddies in H.S. in Newnan and then went our separate ways after H.S. grad. Did you go to school at UGA with Lewis ? Did you know him ?

Posted by: john lockard on February 15, 2007 10:25 AM

Hi, John...

Lewis was 5 years older than Rob. Just older enough for them to have missed each other at UGA.

Rob mentioned Lewis a coupla times, but never alluded to having known him that I remember, offhand.

I told Rob more than a few times how much he reminded me of Lewis.
I love 'em both.

As an aside, I've gotta tell ya...
It really is nice to "meet" you.
I almost can't believe I'm sittin' here, "talking" to a guy who knew Lewis.
Just wow.

Posted by: Stevie on February 15, 2007 11:51 AM

I plead ignorance - who is Stevie ?

Rod no longer does this blog ?

Posted by: john lockard on February 15, 2007 04:09 PM

John,

Rob, or Rod as you like to call him no longer resides on this planet. So no he does not run this blog anymore. Not since 6/26/06 at least.

Posted by: gravdigr on February 15, 2007 04:55 PM

Yeah... we have really got to get GR's move done and get it going in it's new home.
Once that's done, there'll be something (in the sidebar, I believe) that will explain things to newbies.

Hey Paul-IE!
(a la Rocky Balboa...)

I've said it before 'n I'll say it again...

Let's get Rob moved and done before me.

Munu hasn't been so bad lately (and yes, I do know I'm probably beggin' for it to go to hell again by saying that, but... *shrug*) but, even if it does become awful again, I'll just clench my jaw and hang in there.

Knowing that I'm putting up with it so that GR can be moved first will make it that much easier to deal with.

We really do need to get that "something" up here so that people will know what's goin' on.
And, get his music posted HERE, not scattered all over hell's half acre.
And, rid his comments of that stupid spam and restore the archives, all of which I'm figuring will be easier to do once YOU have control of everything as opposed to (don't even get me started) HM.

Making Gut Rumbles whole again, having Gut Rumbles moved to where it'll be "safe", is more important to me than my frustrations with Munu.

I'll get there eventually too, and meanwhile, I can still create new material at my place. I could even start over from scratch, if the need arose.

Not so with Rob's words.
Won't be any new ones and the ones we do have are too precious to risk.

I know you know this, buuuut...
If there is anything I can do help facilitate, or speed up, the moving of Gut Rumbles, just let me know.

And, John...
just so ya know (and, in case anybody else is wondering)....

Paul is the site administrator. He's been doing the "back end" or "behind the scenes" tasks for Rob for years. He will also be hosting Gut Rumbles on his own servers as soon as it can be switched from it's current host.

I am the one who does the daily updates. I delve into the archives and find old posts of Rob's to re-post, keeping Gut Rumbles "fresh" and alive, like Rob said he wanted.
Well... he said he wanted GR to stay up, to not be shut down. We hadn't thought of this "reposting" thing when I last spoke to him, but I'm sure he likes what we're doing even better than just having Gut Rumbles remain and be static.

Sam, who posted on the 13th, is his daughter. She and his brother, Dave, are the only two that I know of who might, could, or would possibly be posting any new material here.
(Besides Paul, or possibly Chablis. She's who Paul would turn to for the stuff he does, if the need arose.)

Otherwise, it's all Rob... his words, his posts, unchanged except to say when a link no longer works and when a given post was originally published and provide a link to the original post, if there is one.
When there is one, there are usually the comments that were made at the time of the post, too.

And, these days, for the most part, the commenters are all friends of Rob's to one degree or another.
Either reader/friends who've been around quite a while, like gravdigr up there and a coupla others, or Cat, who knew Rob for years, worked with him at Kerr-McGee and was one of his best friends in real life.
And, every so often, we get a new guy, like you, who has just found Gut Rumbles and isn't aware of what's happened, or happening, here.

Which is, briefly:

Rob passed away at the end of June, last year.
He was such a compelling force while he was alive that he drew literally MILLIONS of people to him.
Friendships were made with him and among his many commenters.
Hell, there was even a MARRIAGE that was a direct result of two people finding each other here.

When he died, Rob was very, very close to hitting the 3 million mark on the number of visitors who'd been here and he was getting about 3000/3500 hits a DAY.
(And, about that "3 million visitors"... this was accomplished in only four-and-a-half years...)

When he left us, he left a void that can never truly be filled, but... we're trying, in our own little way, to not be deafened by the silencing of his great big voice.
Also, Rob wanted Gut Rumbles to remain in the hope that, someday, his son Quinton will see it, read what his Daddy thought of their seperation, understand how badly it hurt him that things were done the way they were, and be able to know that, no matter what he's been told, it was NOT Rob's choice that things be that way.

If you read the archives that're available, you'll get a good idea of the circumstances with which Rob was dealing and that were killing him by inches.

Meanwhile, whatcha got here is your basic "labor of love".
Not that there's anything remotely laborious about this... except, maybe for slogging through my long-winded comments/explanations/soliloquies.
*grin*

Posted by: Stevie on February 16, 2007 06:26 AM

Genuinely sorry to hear this - I just discovered this blog a few weeks ago, and Rob struck a chord or three with me. A helluva guy - wish I had got to know him.

Posted by: john lockard on February 16, 2007 09:00 AM

Yep...
I can imagine that I'd feel the same way.

Meanwhile, feel free to stop by any time, hang out as long as ya want and read as much as you want.

If you have any questions, feel free to ask.

This, that we're doing here, isn't only to preserve his memory.
It's also to let new people continue to find him and get to know him as well as they can or want to and learn whatever they may from what he went through.

And, what he went through wasn't just "domestic disharmony"... there was prostate cancer (which he beat), his decision to get a "bionic Roscoe" (the end result of said cancer and surgery), the demons that haunted him and how he coped with them, then how he coped with how he coped with them...

Then, there was his life before Kerr-McGee and the BC and his life after both...
(The BC is his ex-wife and what she didn't do to hurt him hasn't been invented yet.
Kerr-McGee let him go after about 25 years of service because of this blog, and yes, he saw the ex-wife's fingerprints all over that one, too. She also worked for K-M and still does. In fact, that was one of the most enraging things about what he was dealing with... she made more than he did and still was allowed to screw him for insane amounts of child support and did. There was just no need for about two-thirds of the shit she pulled on Rob.)

Anyway...
His story is here and so are we.
Make yourself t'home and if you need anything, just let us know.

Posted by: Stevie on February 16, 2007 02:38 PM
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