Frankenberry's Attic

I know I have talked of what I do work-wise in posts here before but never really the direct object of such, usually more just a reference for maybe some context as, for instance, I will often mention “our production music website” when I borrow an instrumental or two (shhhh, don’t tell this production site… Continue reading

Another So Then Sunday post. Refresher I have mentioned before. A “So Then Sunday” is like a “Throwback Thursday” just on a different day. Why don’t I just do this on a Thursday then, instead of making shit up and moving the concept to another day and confusing people you ask? Because I just don’t… Continue reading

To Peter Gabriel’s “Games Without Frontiers”. For a new parody tune I was thinking Peter Gabriel, no particular reason, I just thought maybe “Sledgehammer” might be an idea and I was thinking I could get away with the singing attempt. So, I found an instrumental for it that sounded good to go, and wrote an… Continue reading

Ya know I knew this was going to happen. When my Buccos would finally have a slew of their recent draft pics and trades hit the bigs, where finally I would see some of Ben Cherington’s work come to fruition. Where My Bucs might become relevant, maybe even with an unexpected fire to start the… Continue reading

I don’t do selfies for obvious reason … you’ve seen me right? “Steve, move your phone … no, move it up … you want your face in this” “Why?” “Ummm, ‘cause it’s a selfie? … that’s kinda the idea here, it’s in the name.” “Why again am I taking this selfie?” “You were thinking of… Continue reading

Had a Facebook memory post pop up for me earlier from 12 years ago today and it was a picture of THIS hanging from under a light on the back porch of the old homestead I shared with Maria and her son, Jagger. Now I haven’t received any phone calls or read any wild news… Continue reading

Recently my nephew Matt pulled off a unique trifecta (no, not the ponies again, freakin’ Destiny’s Tap Dance for the win! Outta my way sketchy old man, grab a shower will ya! Gotta cash in my ticket! … it was an issue once for Matt … or maybe was it me … but we’ve, I’ve,… Continue reading

So in the Attic, at the bottom of every post are three possible choices of other posts you can click on to maybe continue your surely glorious reading (or listening) experience as who wouldn’t want to endeavor to more right? I mean, how could you not? You’re in the Attic for God’s sake. Does it… Continue reading

My Sis called me just now on her way to see her guy, Buck, who is in death’s throes of sniffles and coughs and lack of sleep hallucinations, all those symptoms of impending death that only a Beck hovering can cure to wish me a Happy Birthday. #59 and not counting, though of course, there… Continue reading