honea byrne

A world within our world (reality) where time has no meaning and invisible forces are able to impose their wills to maintain a balance between what humanity refers to as “Good and Evil.” -excerpt from "Going Educational Book II" click this to read a review on "Going Educational Book I " The original story, "Going Educational Book II," was too short for me to put on kindle. I added on after the conclusion of "Going Educational Book I." This centers around Native American spirits that haunt  Clarksdale High School  being put to peaceful rest. And of course, I continue to address issues in the public educational system. This includes teachers getting so ambitious to climb up a career ladder that they forget about teaching/ influencing positive change.  The follow up story was inspired by my scare of having cancer, last year, from, probably, smoking cigarettes. This story was also inspired best friend,  Charles,  death. Thank God it's not

If you can’t play with other people you just playing with yourself. Thought Tiger would follow that last un’ “Do you dare to step outside yourself…” Naw, was too…too…too? Too much of something. Gotta’ go back to the basics and play the Jimmy Reed riff that Daddy Rich and Howling Mad Perry tried to show me at the Blues Museum . The one I still can’t get right that I tried my best to do at Ground Zero Blues Open Mic while I “ WellI ain’t no Elvis and I got no silver spoon and every time I try to rock it myguitar’s outta tune… ” There’s a line I thought of long ago when I did my first cover of Zeppline’s cover of When The Levee Breaks. link                       “If my ship don’t come in you gonna hear my train coming.”-I’ll use it at the next #SynergyNights. Tuesday I was sitting in the 24 th Avenu e (AA meeting) writing lyrics to   If My Ship Don’t Come In… in my notebook while listening to everyone. But the rhyme went somewhere else when  I thought about my drunken

 …knew that a hard rain was coming… Me and my friend Sable Sparks  she is a successful writer. Here is her book link  were at the Juleps Room open mic. Writ it in one day for the Wednesday open mic. When I am getting ready to perform I video record myself, even when I can’t remember the flow entirely, and I put myself in the mind state that I am performing. The lyrics become part of me. The strumming came with the annunciations of the lyrics. There was a wickedness to the wind. Heard that the water brings the spirits. Felt my dear friend Charles, died damn gonna be two years soon, was with me. Decided to use the Dubro I bought from link . “You’re next.” The host tells me. That means I have less than five minutes to set up. OH NO THE BATTERY FELL OUT MY CAMERA. “Sable can you record this one your phone?” “Yea.” Didn’t even have time to put on my sun glasses. That’s a first L My fingers were filling in the gaps. “Damn That Felt Good J performance here  

“Ain’t Hot Yet; Just Getting Warmer.” #CheckpointCharlie’s  Sunday 6 March 2016 My head phones plugged into the back of my amp allows me to get prepared to rock while I wait to go on stage. Last time I played here the whole crowd was gone after I performed. You know that’s the Blues “Blues is when you play a couple of songs on your guitar and you’re the only one left in the bar.” – Where’s My Groupie link . Had five on the list before me. Plenty of time.                                                                         *** Learning to stand up when I perform is a bit of a challenge. My selfi’s have rock star personification. Time to live up to it. Practiced this un’ for about 4 hours this week. It took me about a minute to set up my rig (portable Roland Cube amp and my Ibanez). Started with a riff I created back in Clarksdale around 2007. Added lyrics to it at the last SynergyNights link . The main hook of the lyrics came from an old journal I wrote in