Mass shooting number one thirty-one just came and went in Tennessee at a private Christian elementary school. That’s 132 in the first three months of the year. We are always claiming some sort of political-moral supremacy and we go out on a daily basis looking every bit like Lord of the Flies is the AmericanContinue reading “The More Things Stay the Same”
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Building a Playlist
We got a two-hour practice in and we are adding to our playlist. I will list what we have so far and then I’m stoked to show you my new song titled Lunchtime Assassin. I mean no disrespect at all to the field of education, having happily worked in that arena for fourteen years. WhenContinue reading “Building a Playlist”
Day 2
Starting a Band at Age 68 Our newest member of our as yet-unnamed band is a guy named Paul who showed up and meshed with our lead guitarist, and we were basically on the same page. We’ll get better. Much better. I can tell from talking with these two very cool people that all weContinue reading “Day 2”
Never Say Never Again
I was told it was a great James Bond movie, but all I seem to remember about that film was Kim Basinger. When I stopped playing in my last band some fifteen years ago, I said never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, again am I going to get into a band. I hated havingContinue reading “Never Say Never Again”
Knee-Jerk Reactions
Gut reactions. Your first instinct. Think before you speak. I am so guilty of this, yet another reason to thank God for sending me Karen who is the exact opposite in this regard. I took a trip up to my marijuana dispensary just north of Dayton. It is a short ten-minute drive. They are notContinue reading “Knee-Jerk Reactions”
I Was a Stripper
True story. After I left school and travelled all over this beautiful country of ours, I met up with a scotch-soaked bar room queen in Tulsa. Not exactly a Rolling Stones song, but oh, so close. Shady was her name, but her given name was Shadelle La Fontaine Pemberton. She wasContinue reading “I Was a Stripper”
In The Doghouse (again)
It doesn’t happen quite as much anymore, but I still find myself undergoing the silent treatment and the slow burn, even after I wisely, preemptively, apologize. I don’t take nearly as long as I used to delivering my mea culpa. That’s just wasted time. When I am wrong, I’m wrong. It only took most ofContinue reading “In The Doghouse (again)”
Wednesday Showtime at Liberty Place
I had an absolute blast performing for the residents of Liberty Place Memory Care in West Chester. The first thing you notice about the place is its location, at the end of a drive through a very upper-income housing area. Usually, the paces I have played are not in this type of neighborhood. The propertyContinue reading “Wednesday Showtime at Liberty Place”
Pot Shots
Everyone is down on anything that they don’t agree with, or don’t understand. I miss the days where people were not such attention-craving assholes. You don’t have to look very far to find the source. Social media. I don’t give two shits what you had for lunch, so don’t take a picture of it. IContinue reading “Pot Shots”
If The Shoe Fits
With all the anti-American sentiment emanating from our own politicians, it’s hard to believe that there are people who actually want to live here in this country. Go down to El Paso and see what the sentiment is there. So when the hell did the machete become the preferred weapon of choice for rednecks? Can’tContinue reading “If The Shoe Fits”
