It’s Been Such a Long Time


A few years have passed since my last blog. Some of the lack of production

can be blamed on my password being lost in space. Maybe just a little?

I’ll post a picture or two for now.

Bodie Island Lighthouse Outer Banks NC 1995

It Don’t Come Easy…


Writing, well it don’t come easy when your not a writer and that would be me.  I’ve managed to skip a year and a half but I do have an excuse. A very valid one to boot.

After 37 years in Atlanta and 25 with the postal service I followed through in life by retiring, selling my home and moving to the mountains of North Georgia. You gotta figure those two endeavors have been quite the time consuming adventures. I’m loving every minute of life these days. My biggest fear in getting back to my blog was auto-fill remembering the password and it did. Guess I’ll dig out a picture or two and see if the morning brings a hint of inspiration.

Good shot of John and I. We’d not see one other or spoken in 35 years. My 2nd trip to Seattle (2015) and we finally connected.

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John live over in Capital Hill – We be at “Singles Going Steady” record store. Photo: Brian.

 

 

Eyes Of The Sun by Otis


Authentic Rock and Roll from some seriously fine musicians.

Oasis Entertainment

For my 493rd review I am proud to announce Eyes Of The Sun, the second album my Kentucky based southern blues band Otis, which will be released on September 15, 2017 on the Purple Pyramid Records label and distributed by Cleopatra Records.  This Eleven track album has great guitar riffs and powerful vocals as found in such songs as Change, Home, Washed My Hands, Chasing The Sun, my favorite track off this album Turned To Stone and much more.  I need to get my hands on their first album since I like their music so much.  I was impressed on how well this album was written, performed, produced and recorded.  This is a must for anyone’s music library.  You can purchase this album at Bandcamp, Cleopatra Records, Itunes and everywhere else CD’s and digital downloads are sold.

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Here Comes The Sun


What a change from yesterday evening to this Sunday morning’s weather. Massive thunderstorms with drenching rains turned to heavily overcast steel grey morning, damp and breezy. Yeah change is in the air.

Stumbled across the street this morning with a cup of coffee in hand and my camera phone looking for something interesting, this all started at 5am because the cat woke me up. Looking back  a few years my neighborhood was tucked into a side-street just a block from from main street…over a period of several years the city has rebuilt itself and continues to do so. Please no debating on the merits of quality of life -v- progressive live work environment. I’m firmly in the center of downtown with bus stop(s) and heavy traffic (pedestrian & motorized). The learning curve was quick and continues.

Maybe it was the Pokemon crowd out last night?  Brooke Street Park is open 7/24, well lighted at night with its fountains, streams, memorials and a rather modern library whose’s alarm system is easily tripped by the  ‘skate-boarders’ even though they are outlawed on the property. The kids last night  left something for the morning guest (me) other than booze bottles, cig butts and candy wrappers. I enjoy their ‘Artistry’ in the band-shell. Chalk tagging is colorful and cool like an Art Festival but not the other type of tagging w/paint and such. Easily defined difference between art and f-ing defacement.

 

“Here Comes The Sun”
Songwriters: Lennon/Harrison/McCarty

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter
Little darling, it feels like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here

Here comes the sun, here comes the sun
And I say it’s all right

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“Summer is but fading as fall begins to wink & nod”

Wasted Words…?


Little if anything to post or publish that is not about me.  I am  conscientious  as the next person to realize that (me) just ain’t that exciting/glamorous or “in possession of profound insight/mystical adult knowledge”.  All I know and I know well is me, my life and experiences.  Something intangible yeah something like my inner dialogue tells me that once you come to know someone its OK not to be so concerned about  minute to minute life. I mostly feel that sharing  and living  where a purposely meaningful life exist.(tried to fix previous sentence and failed).

With the ending of summer a  reflection defines the word ‘austerity’. We have lacked rain most of the high-summer days which previously in the spring of 2016 resulted in a surplus of ground water. Now, yes now the rains have returned in abundance. Bring life to the yards, the trees, shrubs, bushes and wildlife. How obviously the vigor of life returns….” when those parched shackles are removed”.

What a great place to stop when writing….I’ve said a few things, shared a bit and how about a picture of ME…haha! Hope and wish all other bloggers are doing OK with all the trolls  well at least for me so I write sparingly y’all.

 

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Me making an artistic statement.

 

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Dude the Cat seriously not impressed with my artistic skill but he is warming up to the creative side.☮

 

And would it have been worth it, after all,
Would it have been worth while,
After the sunsets and the dooryards and the sprinkled streets,
After the novels, after the teacups, after the skirts that trail along the floor—
And this, and so much more?—
It is impossible to say just what I mean!
But as if a magic lantern threw the nerves in patterns on a screen:
Would it have been worth while
If one, settling a pillow or throwing off a shawl,
And turning toward the window, should say:
“That is not it at all,
That is not what I meant, at all.”

The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
BY T. S. ELIOT

 

Come & Go Blues. . . .


Winter has seemingly come & gone or so it feels with this our springish weather. Plenty of sunshine to put the laundry on the line instead of the dryer. Marriages more so than engagements are all the rage, in the parks, the beach and any venue seemingly available. It  (Spring) is in the air and sky, the breeze and  morning dew. Buds are on the trees with some species blooming now and all the rest, from azaleas and dogwoods, even the little yellow flowers marching towards their colorful glory.

Why I have enjoyed this season of the year is at times a mystery. There are the emotional connections as well as those panic attack feelings of euphoria from the smells (sinus infections) , the changing weather (hail-v-tornados)  and eye catching colors (hay-fever).

My freshman year (1973) I had become friends with a couple who were seriously in passion and seriously in love with one another. The spring of ’74’ myself and some others  received formal invitations to Ricki and Les’s wedding. Just the excuse for a 3-day weekend and that we did.  Making the long story short we partied all night before the wedding, mainly because Les wanted to stay up all night and rap (not the rap of today). Truly the next morning everyone was dressed and ready to go in time. The wedding was a success although I don’t believe the marriage was.  And I lived to tell the tale ( most of his bachelor party  you will not hear from me but it was seriously tame compared with ‘today’s’ generation).

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William at 19 in Myrtle Beach S.C.

Their wedding was bright and sunny on the beach,  gentle sunshine, rolling swells, the birds being chased by the water along the shore. Perfect day and all that was missing was a unicorn (the bride) and ……………fill in the blank. It was Les when we arrived who grabbed me, took my shoes (physically removed them) and said, ‘no shoes on the beach’. I flustered  and protested all of 2 seconds and capitulated to his insistence. I thought I was cool till I met that dude ‘Les’. Yeah man, you were good to me and showed me the simple things like the no shoes on the beach. But you owed me, yeah. How many nights did you knock at 2am and bum a smoke, or 10am out of the shower shouting at nobody in particular for a ‘free’ towel. Come on, who goes to the shower and then stands naked hollering for someone to bring it to you cause you knew going in you didn’t have one? Les did and we loved him all the more for it. And Ricki his bride? She was 180 degrees different. Her yin and Him yang I suppose. She would give a friend the shirt off her back the same as I gave Les the shirt off mine……more than once.

 

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Les in the Tux-Me sitting-John behind me & J. Parks in the green jacket I sorta guess.

 

It’s a beautiful time of year although we have had snow up and until April. The mornings are starting earlier along with the song birds and my cat.  ‘Dude’ demands yard time earlier and earlier and refuses to come back in until the last and I mean in no uncertain terms, the last bird has nested for the night………TWICE!!  Winter may have come and gone but spring still has some growing to do.

 

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Red flowering camellia with a dusting….

 

 

What a beautiful day.


Pleasant day with a gentle breeze and with the warmth from the sunshine I was able to casually mow the front and backyards. Exiting the hospital 15 months ago from my second back surgery the really dour acting nurse in charge of me stated I had a (history) as she sent me home in the coolest ambulance  I’ve ever seen. That word, history, has stuck with me since then and it is good.

I’ve tried out many of my old work habits and discovered from pushing the mower, which is ok although sometimes I  have to break up the task into smaller pieces, the cumulative effect is the same.  I cannot go sliding under the boom of a 30 foot sailboat, clearing lines and tending my sheets during a tack and who only knows what else.  But anyhow it’s just a process of discovery of my limitations. Also wielding a chainsaw and splitting firewood seems to be off limits too.

But today is a beautiful day and when I put away my tools and closed the gate and walked to the front yard something inside of me echoed to look up in the sky.  I know it’s a  bit indifferent as freaking pictures of clouds go but I walked back inside, got my phone and took a picture.

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A beautiful day…