honea byrne

A Picture Is Worth A Thousand Souls (click here  ) Excerpt: 2015: "Come on dude. Why you gonna give me your monkey business?" "There's too many real, uh I mean..." I gave him the evil eye. "I'll let you up there soon." He knew I'd wait. Picked up my acoustic guitar, that I got on the side of the street of a destroyed house-courtesy of Hurricane Katrina, I went outside to practice. I use my Kramer electric guitar to play on stage. "With darkness descending the freaks came out. They come out at night," I mumbled. I was amused how the street lights shined on the  people causing them to look like they had pale skin; like zombies. I think I've had too much coffee and am having an acid flashback. ___________________________________________________________________________________________________________### After many minutes of practicing, I go back inside and see more of them. I notice their clothes are very ragged. I ignored t

I suck so bad that even zombies hate the way I play guitar.  “I am so ready,” type of thoughts were in my mind. My will was fed by theme songs (mixture of Metal and Country music cds) for about four hours from Nashville . I did my thing (spoken word with blues guitar slide) Surely, I’ll rock em tonight in Clarksdale Mississippi at the world famous #GroundZeroBluesClub. click here to read about Ground Zero Blues Club Crossed over to that 2 nd street took the winding road to 61 Thought I’d do the “Going To All The Wrong Places…” There will be an older crowd there. I’m ready, I can hit those strings (with my left hand) and got the stroke (with my right hand) without looking at the guitar. With lyrical hooks like looking for a wife at the strip club, using a casino as a home and bank, and the chorus “Hows that working out for ya’ Not to good but it sure was fun. Cuzz going to all the wrong places for the right thing sure is fun”- Click here to check out my Nashville Performan

 “Chasing Down The Devil With God Chasing Me On this Trail” lyrical piece was born one evening at SynergyNights many weeks prior. I was in a bit of a depression. The night’s performers started off with kinky and lewd rhymes, also there were protest rhymes. Then around 10:15 pm the atmosphere changed with highly spiritual themes. Even a couple preacher’s rocked the mic and I thought to myself, “God is making him/herself present to me always reminding me there is an easier way. Always reminding me to keep pressing on and let go of resentments, anger, fear and the other seven deadly sins that I tend to act out on that get me in such trouble. Like “…all the lies I tell myself that are is the distance between me and you.”-this rhyme I created is universal in its creed. Lies such as stereotypes, and creating reasons why people do the things they do-they do these things to harm me. The examples are infinite as time itself. The easy way, so they say, is to make a deal with the devil.