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              …1 day He finally decided to go see her. “I want to tell her that I am sorry   for all the things I did, and that’s all,”   yea that’s what he told himself.   He went on a road trip to the house she lives. It’s a thirteen hour drive. This is the start of the adventure:    ...I remembered when that spare tire blew up in your face," I could start off by telling you that. You know better than anyone, that when I really want something, I don’t let anyone, anything stop me.   I've learned that if I am going to do something and I have some kind of obstacle in my way, it is decision time.  Am I going to continue? Or am I going to stop?  What if the obstacles are God’s way of telling me I shouldn’t proceed?   ...the tire pressure light comes on the dash. "Damn it. I'll just pump it up at a gas station." I took the nearest exit. Went to the gas station. It was sketchy. A girl in a newer car was talking to some sketchy looking du

Enjoy and document those things, people, and places that are important to you because later they will be gone. Recently, a good friend and I went to  St. Francisville Louisiana. I was really looking forward to revisiting some areas that I first found back in 2012.  The first place I revisited was a graveyard and church of The Lady of Mount Carmel Church.  I was disappointed that the graveyard of Lady of Mount Carmel church was locked to the public. I was also disappointed that the entrance to a small area below a  section of the cemetery was locked as well. The biggest disappointment was that this really kewl field with awesome statues was gone. This place was an import statues business called Borders. Borders went out of business after decades of business, due to Covid. I'm glad that I took footage of Borders on a video to my song "When I See You Again." Ever so reminding me to enjoy and document those things, people, and places that re important to you because later the

“There he is again,” the father said. “Just try to be peaceful and understanding,” his third wife said. They were responding to the doorbell ringing. “Maybe, we can just ignore him. He’ll go away.” “No matter what. He’s your son.” The father loudly sighed and rolled his eyes.   Why couldn’t his son be more like him? All the things that he had worked hard for. Things like the leased new Cadillac, and his wife’s pristine BMW and the five hundred thousand dollar two story house. The boy was weak minded; just like his mother; the father’s first wife. He was expected to be sensitive to the boy’s feelings. Like the way he cried that last Christmas because he didn’t get the same number of gifts as his stepchildren. The boy was in his late twenties-but hardly even close to being a real man.  If worse came to worse, he could always turn on the sports channel on his huge high-definition flat screen television. That distraction would be great for the moments when the silence was so damningly lo

The week long assignment of deprivation from  social media and internet movies is over. It was very necessary, and is synonymous with something I learned long ago. "Are you going to live watching someone else's dream or live your own?" Nineteen years ago, I went through the steps of The Artist Way. Currently, as of May 13, 2021, I am on the fifth week of The Artist Way. Things have changed since the first time I did the Artist Way, way back in 2002; I didn't have any books on Amazon Kindle. I didn't have this blog, that has over a 150,000 views. I didn't go to openmics to perform. I didn't know how to play a musical instrument. I didn't have a college degree. I didn't have a career of any kind.  Applying the tools that I learned in The Artist Way laid the foundation for me to do all those things, and more. In my creative process the Artist Way has helped me say more Yeses and say less Nos. I have also learned I never know what experiences will give

  Tuesday Night before Christmas 2020   You play bad enough, stay gone awhile, come back able to work around some basic chords people notice you, well, notice me. Yea you probably have more sense than to come back to a place to play after you sucked so bad that everyone left. The jam tonight, should be the standard thing. Only me, and a couple musicians, that I’ve seen here before, and I’ve seen em in the openmic loop in Ocean Springs. The open mic loop in Ocean Springs is The Julep Room, The Field, and The Grocery. The Grocery hasn’t opened back up sense Covid started.   Well, I finally got over wearing ‘…sunglasses at night.’ Corey Hart reference. I’d wear glasses, so that I couldn’t see the crowd. On most openmic stages, the lighting is dim. Then again, I do still have the capacity for Majickal thinking: If I don’t wear the glasses someone, and or many, in the audience, might steal my soul by piercing my windows to the soul-Naw just joking. Done this assortment of songs

Four Saturdays Before Christmas  It’s not every day that I have an opportunity to get a paid gig. Therefore, I had to be at my best. I practiced about an hour a day for two weeks on whatever Christmas jams I could find on the internet. Even did my standard, of recording myself, to know exactly what I sounded like. Sonny, the guy who gave me the gig, told me to play the same five songs over and over again. How would I be able to pull that off for four hours. Sonny told me “This is not going to be like it was when you did the comic book sale at the store last year. When only a few people show up. There could very well be a crowd of fifty to a hundred.” I can’t afford to mess this up. It can’t be like those nights, more then I’d like to admit, when I play a set and I’m the only one left in the bar.   The place was big. It used to be a Food World Super Store. There were ten rows stacked full of comic books in two hundred and fifty per box. They also had toys, costumes for cos play. There’s