MasterBlaster
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ALL of his videos? Or just that one?
August Hunicke Videos
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August Hunicke
TreeHouser
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Just that one.
I figured he got tired of the constant critizism coming from Europe.
Haha, good one. I knew it would be copywrite blocked somewhere but I didnt expect it in the UK. I was hoping it would be blocked in some country that didnt care.
I'll make another copy and use some other music piece for the end. Dang! That song is rockin' and all choreographed to the action.
"AUGUST"
August Hunicke
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- #280
Same here Stig
Just a suggestion for you guys in Europe. If you download an app for your smart phone called "iTube" you should be able to search find and watch the video on your smartphones with that app... And any other restricted YouTube videos.
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Holy shit, only got half way thru it and had to post before hearing the rest….you definitely distanced yourself from the pack with this vid/poem, really really good. Liked the way you tooted your own horn along with those of your fellow arborists, good stuff! Lots of good, funny lines in that poem.
Just, hats off to you, sir.
Reg pioneered the driving-in-the-truck-to-treejob/day in the life of a tree man vid, and other folks copied it. Now you are at the head of the class in your very own genre.
Long live the House, and Praise the inter webs!!!
Just, hats off to you, sir.
Reg pioneered the driving-in-the-truck-to-treejob/day in the life of a tree man vid, and other folks copied it. Now you are at the head of the class in your very own genre.
Long live the House, and Praise the inter webs!!!
MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
118 views over at AS and only one person (Treevet) commented with a smart ass post. Amazing how the people are over there.
"…civics
Don't care much for rules
Except the Laws of Physics
And a face unshaven aint out of place
in the places I'm braving…"
Wow, I think that is high level word smithing right there, I do.
I gotta believe it took you many weeks to perfect that poem, there's a lot there!
Ya know, the words and delivery bring to mind a legendary logging singer songwriter, Buzz Martin. Ever heard his stuff??? "Used Log Truck" omg all time classic
Don't care much for rules
Except the Laws of Physics
And a face unshaven aint out of place
in the places I'm braving…"
Wow, I think that is high level word smithing right there, I do.
I gotta believe it took you many weeks to perfect that poem, there's a lot there!
Ya know, the words and delivery bring to mind a legendary logging singer songwriter, Buzz Martin. Ever heard his stuff??? "Used Log Truck" omg all time classic
Agreed
MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
They average 60 to 100 posts per hour, rarely anything in the climbing forum. It's all in the chainsaw or firewood forum. Lordy.
SoonerFan
TreeHouser
Awesome. I really enjoy all of your work!
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flushcut
TreeHouser
The cat was a nice touch at the end, but I do have to say be careful sweating a line like that at a 3:50 that can get ugly quick.
Limbrat
TreeHouser
Awesome Aug, you are inspiring us all.
MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
Such a simple concept... just be nice! No assholes allowed!
August Hunicke
TreeHouser
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Here are the lyrics/words for the house if anyone is interested.
Made for This
by August Hunicke
I'm an arborist, I was made for this
On the day I was born, it was hard to miss
I rappelled out, the doctors record
With a friction-hitch on my umbilical cord
I could run before the age of one
And I was already collecting scars
Cause the fridge ain't that high if you're willing to die
Climbing for cookie-jars
Mama’s hair turned gray in a matter of days
Chasin’ my diaper bottom
But it turned white overnight, when I climbed outa sight
One windy day in autumn
You see I caught a reflection will stealing confections
From the highest shelf in the cupboard
A mirrored sway in the candy tray
Of something I'd not yet discovered
In a chocolatey haze I slowly lifted my gaze
To the window I turned my attention
It was a magical scene, so tall and so green
And it's limbs seemed to beckon ascension
Risking another suture I lept for my future
And caught the line of the window blind
I rode it down as the blinds bunched up like a curtain rising on fate
And hit the ground, dodged a sippy-cup, and headed for the child gate
It wasn't long after then that mom came in
And saw the scene in horror
Of a chocolate tin
And a me shaped hole in the screen door
Yep, that was the sight that turned her hair white
Because she knew what I had found
Sorry mommy, but my first word was tree
And when I found it, I never came down
Because I’m an arborist, I was made for this
Watch the sawdust fly with a flick of my wrist
And I’m not alone, not the only one known
To love the sound of hinge-wood moan
Search the earth and you'll find from birth, others just like me
An uncommon breed with a burning need to rock the canopy
You’ll know him when you see him, though you might not want to be him
He's the fearsome spectacle, with the extra testicle
He's like no other thing, indeed he's the king
You won't find him by looking down
But look up, cha-ching, that's him swinging in the crown
He’s a primate with a climbing fever
With teeth of Stihl, a trees just a meal
You might call him a monkey-beaver
Yep, to say the least we’re the king of beasts
From south to north and west to east
My claws are gaffes but don’t you laugh
I’ve had squirrels ask for my autograph
I hesitate to insinuate that we never rest on our laurels
I won’t quarrel, we could improve our morals
And there is a common theme with my team
The ones who’ll climb and cling, to high rockin’ spars
Are often seen, the night before, out hoppin’ bars
Whether up a tree or downin’ whiskey, we’re prone to get high one way or another
It’s not unlike the little tyke in a shirtless sugar-rush, stealing cookies from his mother
And don’t hate if I exaggerate, my kind’s known to brag
But you’ll find it hard looking down on us, when we’re climbing up your snag
So pardon my flaws, but I’m known more for saws than civics
Don’t care much for rules, except the laws of physics
And a face unshaven aint outa place in the places I’m braven’
So if the man driving wedges is rough ‘round the edges, its ok, we don’t need to be Quakers
Having said all that, I’ll agree sober’s where it’s at, when dodging widow-makers
And speaking for me, I’m now free of the bottle and have conviction
That my brothers in the trees, if need be, can also be free of addiction
We live and we sweat under constant threat of gravity induced demise
Let that be our thrill and not be killed by chasing after lies
We’ve got it made, got the greatest trade, I can’t believe they pay me
For being a kid, doing what I did, back when I was a baby
I’m an Arborist, I was made for that twisted backyard beast
I’m the yen to it’s yang and I’ll be that till I’m deceased
So now let me shout to the world throughout, and call-out to my clan
This rhymes about you, holler back, I know you understand
You’ll know who you are, if you’ve wrecked out a spar, with sawdust in your face
Or admiring the view, had a bird land next to you, not expecting you in his place
But it’s your place too, what you’re born to do, following after passion
You’re one of the few, through and through, you’re doctor and assassin
They’ll point to a spot and ask if you’ve got, what it takes to put it there
And with a secret prayer, you’ll miss the house by a hair, and when they’ve changed their underwear
You’ll just smile, and in your helmet-hair style
You’ll say what we all say, “An inch is as good as a mile.”
So I’m calling my tribe, the ones who subscribe to life with saws and saddles
I don’t know all your names, but I know, a-lot of your battles
I know the ropes, and the broken hopes, and comebacks, I’ve had a few
Broken homes and broken bones can be good teachers too
I’ve been a Jedi and a fool, but when I come home from hard-knock-school
My kids hug the smell, of exhaust mixed with cedar
And it’s good for a tree, and family, to have a strong central leader
That can shoulder the load and live by a code and know when to tend some slack
Because the best rides of our lives begin the moment we give it back
Yeah, I know Blake and Spider-Jack, and they know DRT
So if you know them, then shake my hand, I’m August Hunicke
I’m an arborist, I’m not meant merely to exist
I was made for the crown, of the tree of life
You get my gist?
I was made for this.
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Made for This
by August Hunicke
I'm an arborist, I was made for this
On the day I was born, it was hard to miss
I rappelled out, the doctors record
With a friction-hitch on my umbilical cord
I could run before the age of one
And I was already collecting scars
Cause the fridge ain't that high if you're willing to die
Climbing for cookie-jars
Mama’s hair turned gray in a matter of days
Chasin’ my diaper bottom
But it turned white overnight, when I climbed outa sight
One windy day in autumn
You see I caught a reflection will stealing confections
From the highest shelf in the cupboard
A mirrored sway in the candy tray
Of something I'd not yet discovered
In a chocolatey haze I slowly lifted my gaze
To the window I turned my attention
It was a magical scene, so tall and so green
And it's limbs seemed to beckon ascension
Risking another suture I lept for my future
And caught the line of the window blind
I rode it down as the blinds bunched up like a curtain rising on fate
And hit the ground, dodged a sippy-cup, and headed for the child gate
It wasn't long after then that mom came in
And saw the scene in horror
Of a chocolate tin
And a me shaped hole in the screen door
Yep, that was the sight that turned her hair white
Because she knew what I had found
Sorry mommy, but my first word was tree
And when I found it, I never came down
Because I’m an arborist, I was made for this
Watch the sawdust fly with a flick of my wrist
And I’m not alone, not the only one known
To love the sound of hinge-wood moan
Search the earth and you'll find from birth, others just like me
An uncommon breed with a burning need to rock the canopy
You’ll know him when you see him, though you might not want to be him
He's the fearsome spectacle, with the extra testicle
He's like no other thing, indeed he's the king
You won't find him by looking down
But look up, cha-ching, that's him swinging in the crown
He’s a primate with a climbing fever
With teeth of Stihl, a trees just a meal
You might call him a monkey-beaver
Yep, to say the least we’re the king of beasts
From south to north and west to east
My claws are gaffes but don’t you laugh
I’ve had squirrels ask for my autograph
I hesitate to insinuate that we never rest on our laurels
I won’t quarrel, we could improve our morals
And there is a common theme with my team
The ones who’ll climb and cling, to high rockin’ spars
Are often seen, the night before, out hoppin’ bars
Whether up a tree or downin’ whiskey, we’re prone to get high one way or another
It’s not unlike the little tyke in a shirtless sugar-rush, stealing cookies from his mother
And don’t hate if I exaggerate, my kind’s known to brag
But you’ll find it hard looking down on us, when we’re climbing up your snag
So pardon my flaws, but I’m known more for saws than civics
Don’t care much for rules, except the laws of physics
And a face unshaven aint outa place in the places I’m braven’
So if the man driving wedges is rough ‘round the edges, its ok, we don’t need to be Quakers
Having said all that, I’ll agree sober’s where it’s at, when dodging widow-makers
And speaking for me, I’m now free of the bottle and have conviction
That my brothers in the trees, if need be, can also be free of addiction
We live and we sweat under constant threat of gravity induced demise
Let that be our thrill and not be killed by chasing after lies
We’ve got it made, got the greatest trade, I can’t believe they pay me
For being a kid, doing what I did, back when I was a baby
I’m an Arborist, I was made for that twisted backyard beast
I’m the yen to it’s yang and I’ll be that till I’m deceased
So now let me shout to the world throughout, and call-out to my clan
This rhymes about you, holler back, I know you understand
You’ll know who you are, if you’ve wrecked out a spar, with sawdust in your face
Or admiring the view, had a bird land next to you, not expecting you in his place
But it’s your place too, what you’re born to do, following after passion
You’re one of the few, through and through, you’re doctor and assassin
They’ll point to a spot and ask if you’ve got, what it takes to put it there
And with a secret prayer, you’ll miss the house by a hair, and when they’ve changed their underwear
You’ll just smile, and in your helmet-hair style
You’ll say what we all say, “An inch is as good as a mile.”
So I’m calling my tribe, the ones who subscribe to life with saws and saddles
I don’t know all your names, but I know, a-lot of your battles
I know the ropes, and the broken hopes, and comebacks, I’ve had a few
Broken homes and broken bones can be good teachers too
I’ve been a Jedi and a fool, but when I come home from hard-knock-school
My kids hug the smell, of exhaust mixed with cedar
And it’s good for a tree, and family, to have a strong central leader
That can shoulder the load and live by a code and know when to tend some slack
Because the best rides of our lives begin the moment we give it back
Yeah, I know Blake and Spider-Jack, and they know DRT
So if you know them, then shake my hand, I’m August Hunicke
I’m an arborist, I’m not meant merely to exist
I was made for the crown, of the tree of life
You get my gist?
I was made for this.
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MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
Since I posted this at AS, I can't post there anymore. I'm not banned, I just can't post.
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August Hunicke
TreeHouser
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- #294
What did you post, the video?
MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
August Hunicke
TreeHouser
- Thread Starter Thread Starter
- #296
Cool, I don't really know anything about that site. It seems kind of big for me. This site seemed like a labyrinth at first. Now it feels all homey. I never went to any forum for anything before this one. Didn't even know what it was like or how it operated.
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MasterBlaster
Administrator Emeritus
Make yourself at home, brother. This place is special...
pantheraba
More biners!!!
August...thanks ever much for posting those lyrics. I know I will read them several times. You have some very good lines there:
"To love the sound of hinge-wood moan" and "teeth of Stihl."
"I’ve been a Jedi and a fool, but when I come home from hard-knock-school
My kids hug the smell, of exhaust mixed with cedar
And it’s good for a tree, and family, to have a strong central leader
That can shoulder the load and live by a code and know when to tend some slack
Because the best rides of our lives begin the moment we give it back"
That section says so much...you have captured much of the essence of what us tree folk all understand to some degree but do not necessarily verbalize well.
Thanks for sharing that my tree brother.
"To love the sound of hinge-wood moan" and "teeth of Stihl."
"I’ve been a Jedi and a fool, but when I come home from hard-knock-school
My kids hug the smell, of exhaust mixed with cedar
And it’s good for a tree, and family, to have a strong central leader
That can shoulder the load and live by a code and know when to tend some slack
Because the best rides of our lives begin the moment we give it back"
That section says so much...you have captured much of the essence of what us tree folk all understand to some degree but do not necessarily verbalize well.
Thanks for sharing that my tree brother.
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