<iframe width="100%" height="166" scrolling="no" frameborder="no" allow="autoplay" src="https://w.soundcloud.com/player/?url=https%3A//api.soundcloud.com/tracks/soundcloud%253Atracks%253A2246794922&color=%23b4283c&auto_play=false&hide_related=false&show_comments=true&show_user=true&show_reposts=false&show_teaser=true"></iframe><div style="font-size: 10px; color: #cccccc;line-break: anywhere;word-break: normal;overflow: hidden;white-space: nowrap;text-overflow: ellipsis; font-family: Interstate,Lucida Grande,Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Sans,Garuda,Verdana,Tahoma,sans-serif;font-weight: 100;"><a href="https://soundcloud.com/quantoomtheory" title="Quantoom" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Quantoom</a> · <a href="https://soundcloud.com/quantoomtheory/scenarios-09-27" title="Scenarios.09.27" target="_blank" style="color: #cccccc; text-decoration: none;">Scenarios.09.27</a></div> # Country City Boy, Visalia This week’s scenario is a trip down a very personal memory lane, and I’d love for you to join me. We are reminiscing on an earlier, simpler time in my life, a childhood memory that spans a few years. My grandpa Pio Negrete lived off his own ranch up North from Los Angeles in Visalia, California. A man of his own wit and grit, he taught himself how to fly planes and acquired his pilot’s license, ran that ranch like a well oiled machine, and worked on countless Volkswagens (Sequoia Bodyshop). Beetles and Buses trailed the property line like a fence, and I had my first driving experience there, sitting on my dads lap. I maneuvered the steering of our rental truck and he was in charge of throttle and brake. Dust plumed from where our tires kissed the Earth and followed us wherever we went. 14 Dogs would run up to you all in unison to say hello as you pulled into the driveway of Grandpa Pio’s property. It was warm here, and it was welcomed. The smell of manure from the ride up to the ranch stuck in your nose like a bad habit, but that’s the price to pay for an agrarian freedom. It’s a fair trade if you ask me. My brother and I used to play soldier and cover ourselves in mud, neck to toe. We’d crawl the water trenches of my grandpa’s orchard. I’m sure we got bit by more bugs than we could count, red ants included, but it’s a memory that has stuck with me longer than my fascination for German engineered motor vehicles.  To my knowledge, my grandpa also was a stock car racer in the Jalopy races held out there in the rural areas.  We’d pluck a few pomegranates from the trees on our way to the homestead; they were in season and ripe as can be. The stains on the fingertips were a necessary element of driving down to Pio’s ranch. I never thought I’d miss having such vicious stains on my hands, and yet here I am.  4 albums of focus for this week are: 1. Sweetheart of the Rodeo - The Byrds 2. Bleeds - Wednesday 3. Reach for the Sky - Cowboy 4. Willis Alan Ramsey - Willis Alan Ramsey Put on your boots, grab your hats, and ride your horses folks. We are going country! # Tracklist | artist | song | | --------------------------- | ------------------------------------------------ | | _(intro talking)_ The Byrds | All I have Are Memories | | The Byrds | Hickory Wind | | Cowboy | Livin’ In The Country | | Gregg Allman | These Days | | Vicente Fernández | Que Te Vaya Bonito | | The Seldom Scene | Wait a Minute | | ***talking point*** | **JOHNNY LUNA** | | The Cactus Blossoms | Travelers Paradise | | The Byrds | You Ain’t Going Nowhere | | Wayne Hancock | Thunderstorms and Neon Signs | | Danny O’ Keefe | Honkey Tonkin’ | | Jerry Jeff Walker | Gettin’ By | | Wednesday | Phish Pepsi | | ***talking point*** | **RILEY COMM317 // Elderberry Wine inspiration** | | Wednesday | Elderberry Wine | | J.J. Cale | Louisana Women | | Dillard & Clark | Don’t Let Me Down | | Willis Alan Ramsey | Boy From Oklahoma | | Tresa Leigh | I Miss You |