Oh yes I did. Maddogg was playing his 2-3pm show yesterday at the SycamoreSpring Nursing Home where the average age of my audience was closer to eighty than sixty and I am nearing the end of my performance when I ask the group if they have any requests (careful not to ask for any LASTContinue reading “Oh No I Didn’t”
Category Archives: Singing
Take A Breath
A lot has happened lately and you are entitled to a bit of a breather. It is another gorgeous day in southern Ohio, climbing to a muggy 85 today, but before we left Arizona a year and a half ago, there was a string of 32 straight days in temperatures over 105 degrees! I haveContinue reading “Take A Breath”
God’s Office Hours
24/7. Anytime, anywhere. You don’t have to be inside a venerable edifice to speak to the Creator. It doesn’t even have to be Sunday. I talk to God all the time. I thank him for things, I offer prayers to those in need, and I am constantly asking for forgiveness. My use of His nameContinue reading “God’s Office Hours”
I Made a Girl Cry
Arguably my finest hour. I was playing Your Song by Elton John, and as I was finishing the last chorus, Karen nodded to me and directed my attention to the bartender. She was a pretty young blonde girl and she explained that her grandfather’s favorite song for his wife was this same song. You alreadyContinue reading “I Made a Girl Cry”
Knowing When to Quit
Never. I would love to say I am such a noble individual and that I do not believe in quitting under any circumstances. I would dearly love to say it, but it is a falsehood. I have quit at certain times in my life, or more accurately, I just didn’t care enough to fight orContinue reading “Knowing When to Quit”
Another Letter to Robin Meade
As many of you know who follow my crazy blog, I always invite Robin Meade, the perky little Newsbabe from HLN’s Morning News program whenever I play a gig. Not surprisingly, she missed my show at the Sycamore Springs Nursing home last week despite my invitation. Here goes: Hi Robin: It is me, Maddogg. IContinue reading “Another Letter to Robin Meade”
I Refuse to Live in Fear
It started, for me, with the Columbine High School massacre. Up until then, I don’t fully remember the previous mass school shootings, but I’m sure we had them. I wasn’t afraid to walk into a high school after that. The club shooting in Florida? For a musician and performing artist, I am not afraid toContinue reading “I Refuse to Live in Fear”
Burned in My Memory
Out of the sum total of our lives, there are a few things that are burned in our memories in varying degrees. Your first date. Your first kiss. Your wedding, children, I could go on and on. Unless you are like the Domestic Despot, my beloved Karen, and can remember everything in detail, but sheContinue reading “Burned in My Memory”
Help Us Name Our Band
At sixty-eight years young, I have accepted the job as lead singer of a working blues band. Five pieces. Drums. Badass experienced drummer. Rhythm guitar. Bodybuilder and nice guy. I don’t think anyone will want to fuck with our equipment with him onstage. He’s also a really cool dude. The lead guitar player is oneContinue reading “Help Us Name Our Band”
Anticipation
I’m ready as I’ll ever be for my audition tomorrow night. I have the six songs I was sent that the band is using to determine their new lead singer. I have checked out all the videos the band recorded and I even skipped my weekly open mics that I do to practice. I willContinue reading “Anticipation”
