December 26, 2006, 3:45 pm : What is it all about?
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I woke up today, with a schedule all planned out, having almost every moment spoken for.
This happens sometimes but a lot of the time my planner looks more like a task list. Just gotta get-er-done. But in looking over what I have to do to survive, I noticed that I had nothing to help me LIVE.
Yes there is a differance between surviving and living. Let me ask you this. Do you feel like you have a purpose that you are not accomplishing? Do you have that tugging at that inner part of you that says, ”you were meant for more?” Do you work a job that pays the bills but does not feed the soul?
WHAT ARE WE TO DO? We have watched too much tv. We have been a product of the reality generation. Where people are just getting recognized for looking good and partying harder than the rest. Been there done that. I got a lot of free drinks and paid for a lot more.
There was even an article on me in a Nashville rag on what it meant to be a chicken-fried Rock star. The little thing they failed to mention was that this Nashvegas Rock star was waiting tables at the Melting Pot and he was not playing out nearly as much as going out.
Hmmmm. So now, after getting off the subject, I feel a little numb. I feel like there is something more something that I need to leave home for, something that the heavens open up and light my head with some epiphany.
I realize that my life has just been a part of some huge event, that the camera pans out and the full puzzle comes into view. Does anyone else feel like they are surviving when they sould be living? I think there is an army of us out there and think what an army could do… but were is our picture, what is the puzzle we need to fit into?
December 21, 2006, 12:18 pm : Tagity Years Before, Words CAN Hurt…Sometime Permanently
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In meeting all of his close friends and family. I realized that a tragedy has hit us once again.
Mark was in his 30s, a quiet guy, little over weight, soft disposition. Mark loved music, he would listen to some good and some crap bands every night for 2 years and when the quiet of after practice hit, he would put on live shows from Yes and Zeppelin and everything else one can find on ebay these days. Followd by some great words of encouragement on the practice session he just observed.
He loved live music. But never went to see it….this is odd. I come to find out that Mark had Cancer at age 12 thus the meds gave him a weight gain.
The kids were ruthless, teasing constantly, as if cancer is not bad enough the effects of a cure seem to be worse. From this teasing. he developed a phobia of eating in public which morphed into a phobia of public places. Thus this TRUE MUSIC lover would never see another live show again.
He wouls spend allowances on live videos and surf the net day in and day out for any new material from his favorite bands but he could not get out to see them. As a musician, this is a tragedy.
He is the people we write songs for. He is the Fan, The Friend that keep our music going. Not to mention a great guy who would feel moved if a band came by on an off day just to say hi. He was a great guy who had his Love robbed from him my mean hearted kids looking for a laugh.
Here is a thought for all the kids heading to school tomorow. ” Not everyone that is hurt grabs a gun” some just dont go outside again. I dont want to make light of past events but I feel like the tragedy here hapened back when the scars made were given by heartless words.
How easy would it have been to say some kinder words instead. KIDS THINK, YOU DONT NEED A BULLET PROOF VEST. WHEN YOUR AT HOME what would it take to make everyone at your school feel socially safe. To EXCILE THE BULLIES insead of the soft spoken, loyal, and giving.
JUST A THOUGHT!
December 11, 2006, 8:01 pm : A Bit of Honey
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So yea, I was asked to have another meeting over coffee, 3rd time in 1 day. I think I am a bit hyper. Crazy stuff hapens when I have too much caffiene. Once I convinced a roomate to jump up and down on the hood of his car, yelling at a red light for being red.
Another time we went through a drive through, “just to talk,” “can I help you,” said the girl behind the menu board, “yea, we just wanted someone to talk to” said us in the red Dodge Neon. I guess we were buzzing Neon or like onlay a Dodge Neon can do.
And to think we could have been in an Esspesso. Well I think I am switching to Bit o Honeys, you know the peanut butter and honey candy, yep cause sometimes I want a lot and sometimes I just need a Bit a Honey.
Peace all. I hope you have been checking our sight for all our secret Shows. Boo Ya.
December 3, 2006, 4:47 pm : Before the Music Dies
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Never have so few companies controlled so much of the music played on the radio and for sale at retail stores. At the same time, there are more bands and more ways to discover their music than ever.
Music seems to have split in two - the homogenous corporate product that is spoonfed to consumers and the diverse independent music that finds devoted fans online and at clubs across the country.
BEFORE THE MUSIC DIES tells the story of American music at this precarious moment.
At the heart of BEFORE THE MUSIC DIES are interviews with musicians, industry insiders, music critics, and fans that reveal how music has reached this moment of truth.
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