Wednesday, December 25, 2013

It Looked A lot Like Christmas...

 So the whirlwind that is the Christmas Holidays draws to a close tonight. As we sit here amid the discarded wrapping paper, left-overs and the dreaded “food hangover”, it’s hard to imagine that 48 hours ago we were cooking, wrapping, cramming stuff into the car, blowing into relatives homes amidst a cloud of casserole dishes and brightly wrapped gifts. 
 It seems like it’s only in this moment that you begin to reflect on the loved ones you’ve spent time with, the look on the children’s faces as they opened “just what I wanted!” and the knowledge that this Christmas, 2013, is over, never to come again. Next year will roll around and we’ll start the whole thing over, if we’re lucky. We’ll worry over gifts, gatherings, relationships, etc. Just like this year but it’ll be different; some we were with this year might not be here next year, the kids in your life may move on from Santa, who knows what it’s gonna bring! We may look back on this year as the best one and we didn’t realize it until later. 

 However you spent your holiday, take a moment and be thankful that you had it. Even if you don’t realize it, someone was blessed by your presence and is thankful tonight that you were there. Merry Christmas.

Monday, October 28, 2013


Recently I rediscovered my old turntable. Covered in dust, neglected and relegated to an unused corner of the den, tucked into it’s “imitation woodgrain cabinet’ along with the dual cassette deck, AM/FM receiver and 5 disc CD tray, MASSIVE remote included, my JVC component stereo system was pretty awesome stuff when Buff and I bought it some 22 years ago, at Circuit City in Nashville. In the ensuing years, it had become just a piece of furniture and thanks to the CD/iTunes revolution, it’s absence wasn’t noticed at all for a looooong time! It was a good place to stack books when the bookshelf was too full (or far away). I had even thought of selling it from time to time. 
 A vinyl record shop re-opening in my hometown ( probably had something to do with me “remembering” my stereo, but for whatever reason, sitting down with my record collection made me realize just how much I’d missed it. Buff bet me that it wouldn’t even work anymore but as I dropped the needle that warm, boomy tone jumped out of our speakers that still bear the tattered remnants of our long passed cat General Sterling Price’s passion for well sharpened claws. 
 First, a disclaimer, I like technology. I am a fan of all things new and shiny and, when it comes to recorded music, iTunes and MP3’s have their place and play a huge part in my personal enjoyment of music as well as in my professional relationship with the art form. I have about 60 vinyl albums at the moment but I have about 4,000 CD’s and according to my iTunes library 7,536 “albums”, so obviously iTunes wins in quanity! As much as I travel, being able to take my entire iTunes collection on the road, via en external hard drive is awesome. Being able to pull up any song on YouTube or Rhapsody, Spotify, Pandora or any other streaming service (I’ll have to write another blog about how artists are getting screwed by the unfair streaming laws) is really a sign of the times for our culture. My iPhone and iPad are instant jukeboxes for me and my car stereo is actually just a flash-drive socket that plays stuff from my iTunes. It was 6 months or so before I discovered that the radio portion of my car stereo wasn’t even hooked up in my car.  We are the “RIGHT NOW” generation. We don’t wait well for anything. In fact, I see examples all the time of how little patience many of us have for, well, ‘patience’. 
 As I sit in the floor (yes it’s best to sit in the floor while listening to records, try it.) and pull out some of my albums I remember how strong of an impact the music has when I can look at the artwork (in a size that you can actually see), read the liner notes, absorb the entire artistic effort and then of course you have to get up and turn the record over to hear side 2 (or 3 or 4 for that matter). The smell of the cardboard and vinyl, the occasional crackle and pop from the speakers as the needle jumps a tiny scratch. The sound of the needle automatically lifting, signaling the time to change sides. 
 Listening to records is a physical commitment that you can’t have with iTunes. In one of the great ironies of technology, listening to vinyl albums is an interactive experience while iTunes is really a static experience. Records require something of the owner and the listener. There’s the aforementioned physical “turning over” of records, not to mention taking them out of the sleeve and placing the needle on the groove (no accident that they’re called ‘grooves’)They get scratched and warped if they’re not taken care of so you have to be responsible. You tend to listen to songs on albums in order and I at least, tend to listen to an entire side of a record before I change to another. Records make it more likely that you’ll listen to the tracks “in order”, in other words, in the sequence that the artist intended for them to be played. When I started making records, it was still standard practice to put thought into the sequencing of a record. They told a story or at least had some kind of thread. Those days are mostly gone and songs drive the popular conscience these days. In some ways I agree, I don’t want to hear an entire album of The Fox (What Does The Fox Say?). Maybe they would do all animals with different senses like; “What Does The Goat Hear” or “What Does The Unicorn Smell” or “Why The Komodo Dragon Cries”. And I could go off on a tangent about how disposable music seems to be to our culture today but I won’t. 
 I pulled out my copy of Prince’s 1999 and remembered listening to it over and over, when I first discovered it back in the late ‘80‘s, studying the cover for clues, reading the liner notes and trying to hear Dez Dickerson’s parts as opposed to Prince’s guitar licks. I remembered the fact that for a double album, I thought it was strange/cool that it came in a single album cover with two inner sleeves. Pictures of Prince and the band on each side. The label on the record was simply a picture of Prince’s eye. Lyrics printed out for the songs! The imagery tying in with the music making it somehow more powerful and stronger. Sure I went on to buy that record on cassette and later on CD and even later on iTunes (I really like that album) but no other format ever had the impact of hearing it on vinyl. Before you think that I’m about to go off on how much “better” vinyl sounds than CD, let me just say that I’ve spent the last 24 years standing in front of LOUD guitar amps and crashing cymbals. I don’t testify to be able to hear any sonic superiority for anybody but me (I know what sounds good to me:)). 
 My stack of Jimi Hendrix bootlegs brought back many memories of being in Japan or Italy or the UK and searching through record stores and flea markets for basically any albums with Jimi’s name or face on the cover. Imagine a 6 week tour of Europe and carrying a stack of albums along with your luggage and guitar! That my friend is commitment! My copy of Santana’s Abraxas album, even in it’s worn and faded state seems to explode with color and imagery. Coming from the same vibe as Miles Davis’ Bitches Brew, it just draws you in and says, “Play me!”. I listened to it yesterday and was instantly inspired. I can’t say the same for the 1,000+ times I’ve listened to that record on iTunes. 
 While I would claim to have a fairly cool and extensive CD collection (easier to carry throughout Europe...) and an insane iTunes collection that will require a team of psychologists many years to explain, my record collection is small and more of a combination of cool stuff (Hendrix, SRV, Sinatra, BB KIng, Muddy Waters, George Jones, an insane amount of Earl Hooker records...) quirky stuff; The Carpenters Greatest Hits, and various mysteries that have been lost to time; Why do we have an album of “The Worlds Greatest Sound Effects”, 3 copies of Hank Williams Jr.’s Greatest Hits, 2 copies of the soundtrack to The Blues Brothers Movie, The Best of Tony Bennett Vol. 2 (where the heck is Volume 1?!?!?). 

 One of my best friends and I argue all the time about the merits of being able to hold an album in your hands while you listen as opposed to the immediacy and convenience of an MP3, I’m sure we’ll argue some more after he reads this:) but I didn’t really write this blog to spark any arguments or debates, it’s more of an epiphany for me that, through my “re-discovery” of my record collection, I can easily and immediately revisit specific times and memories in my life and that, to me, is one of music’s greatest strengths and magical powers. Music transcends language, culture, time and even technology!

Tuesday, October 01, 2013

Democracy v.2.0

 Here’s why I don’t post political stuff; I think that we as a Country and as a culture are waaay too ready to rumble when it comes to disagreeing views. I check Facebook all the time and a LOT of what I see is political arguments that basically go like this:

PERSON 1.: I THINK ___________


 There’s no debate, no counterpoint, no politeness, just 0-60. I’ve been amused by conducting my own socio-political experiment as I ride this marble, I don’t proclaim anything particularly political to one side or the other and I find myself, often times, “accused” of being one way or the other just because I don’t agree or I do agree. Some stuff I believe, some stuff I don’t believe, some stuff I understand and some stuff I don’t understand. Stuff I don’t understand, I ask people smarter than me. If they can’t explain it then I know it’s a bunch of B.S.:) Seriously, I think , humbly, we get mired in the “details” ( I use quotations to denote a perception of details, not the fact that details aren't important.)and allow ourselves to get misguided by the sparks and whistles. 
 I am not political. I have my personal core beliefs that are based on my faith in God, my love of family and my love for freedom and democracy. I think the US is the greatest country in the world and I’m proud to be an American. I DON’T think that God is only for America, that He cares how much money I have or that He wants me to hate non-Christians. I think that we’re all sharing the same air for a reason. I think we’re all too filled with self-importance to see straight. 
 Today my country is bickering like kids on a playground. I don’t care which side of the argument you fall on. I don’t care about the “why”. What it will cost, etc. I care about the fact that I have to explain to my 13 year old daughter why adults, commissioned to run our country, can’t behave like adults. If you’re inclined to engage a fellow citizen in a dialogue about democracy, remember that they are a citizen too, just like you, same hopes, dreams, fears. They have a momma who loves them and it would be awesome if you loved them too!

Show Bidness

 So the television talent game show The Voice passed on singer Malford Milligan of the band Storyville.Don’t be surprised. Not one judge turned their chair around. Don’t be surprised. The “judges” didn’t even know who he was. Don’t be surprised. The glut of “talent shows” that we are currently being subjected to have one major side effect in common; they continue to encourage the devaluation of Music as an art form. America’s Got Talent, American Idol, The X Factor and The Voice all present music as nothing more than a competition with a cash prize and a potential for fame. Ah FAME! The only real prize left! We value it more than money, more than life and more than talent. 
 I wonder if Prince or Howlin’ Wolf would have made it on The Voice. I wonder if Jimi Hendrix or John Coltrane would have done well on America’s Got Talent. Bob Dylan or Nirvana on American Idol? I doubt it. Make no mistake, I don’t blame the shows themselves, or the networks. Television is only about money. Advertising dollars mean money and the more people that watch your show, the more you can charge advertisers and the more money you make. Money is ALL that it’s about. 
 I’ve watched at least some of most of these shows and I don’t really see the “judges” or “coaches” doing much more than giving superficial instructions to the contestants to “sing it more like this...” or “move around more...”. Yes comparing this to music of true artistic expression is like comparing apples and oranges but it contributes to the homogenization of music that we hear on the radio and buries true artists under a blanket of white noise. 
 The music industry has always gone for a “more of the same, if it’s selling” strategy. That part is nothing new but the overall decline in quality of the music is what’s truly depressing. Melodies and chord progressions that are reduced to the most basic form. Lyrics with no imagination or, at times, even any coherent meaning. Google the lyrics to Blurred Lines (here, I’ll help; and just read them. Lennon & McCartney wish they could write something equal! Of course poor Miley Cyrus has been getting bashed for her recent antics onstage but what has she really done that wasn’t within the current climate? Britney Spears was tongue kissing Madonna, stripping to a nude body suit and writhing around with a snake 10 years ago. ( Madonna by the way was rolling around, groping herself on television 20 years ago) Nothing new there. I’m more disappointed in the fact that she comes out with a song like this ( “It’s our party, we can do what we want...” I think it would be really impressive if she backed up the silly stage act with something real musically. I guess sometimes we fight so hard to get the mic that it’s only after we have it that we realize we don’t really have anything to say. 
 Just remember; Blake Shelton or Simon Cowell are no better judges of whats good in music than you are. If it touches your soul, gives you a lift, inspires you, makes you feel, it has value. 

Friday, March 15, 2013


I haven’t had a tirade in a while, so I thought I’d just have me one; I have a been visiting your planet for some time, kicking it on this marble and I have seen a lot of changes in society and human culture. Some for the better and some for the worse. I was raised in the South and in church. Some of you will read that and think, “so what, I was raised in church in the West or the North...” Some of you will read that and know exactly what I mean. In the South, church (or Church as we’d call it) was a big deal. We went Sunday morning, Sunday night and Wednesday night. In the summer we had VBS (Vacation Bible School) for a week. You might even have a revival...that’s a whole ‘nother level of sanctification! I went through 12 years of public school. We had what they called “corporal punishment”, in other words the teachers could spank you. I was scared of my teachers, especially Mr. Jim Curry, a legend at Brown Elementary School! Hands down, one of the best teachers ever. Not in a weird, creepy way but in that way where you knew that if you received a spanking from a teacher, and survived, it really meant 2 spankings...because your parents would find out and another spanking was in your future. I had the most loving, caring, supportive parents you could ever ask for. In actuality, I probably received about 4 actual spankings my whole life. (My sense of humor leads me to expand but I digress!) The point is, I was raised to understand that a spanking represented a moral failure on my part and that was unacceptable. Letting my parents down was unthinkable. Today, as I look back on my childhood, as a father, I try and understand if the spanking or fear of a spanking was the actual deterrent. I doubt it. I’ve been punched in the face, burned with hot tar, had my heart broken and all of them were much worse than the hardest spanking I ever had and yet I remember my spankings as a child. They count with the greatest pains of my life because they represent me letting down my loved ones. 
 So I connect the dots. I’ve owned and fired guns since I was 12 years old. I am a very good shot, in case you wonder. I’ve never shot anyone. I’ve never been in a gunfight. I’ve never been in a situation where I wished I’d had a gun. I have, however, had a couple of situations where, if I’d had a brick I would have been extremely satisfied. I grew up in an era when I parked my pickup at school with a rifle rack in the back window, with my deer rifle in it. No one called the FBI or the CIA and reported me as a threat to society. At the most, a teacher might ask me if I got anything. 
 I connect the dots; recently my family and I were subject to a case of road-rage. A guy felt that I had cut him off and proceeded to cut in front of me, slam on his brakes, get out of his car and charge my car, screaming at me  and cursing in front of my daughter and my wife. My instinct was to fight but I was also aware of my daughter and my wife, so I locked the door and allowed this guy his aggression. (If you happen to read this [Williamson County, white BMW, first 2 letters of your Tennessee tag HQ, white guy, 40’s, short hair], which I doubt since you are obviously a caveman but if one of your keepers reads this to you, you idiot, email me at and let’s arrange a meeting to “discuss” our traffic indiscretion.)
 I played and still play video games. I was lucky to be here for their birth. I watched the Three Stooges every Sunday morning; eye pokes, frying pans, smacks to the head... Saturday mornings were for watching professional wrestling. It was broadcast from Nashville and from Memphis. Jerry “The King” Lawler, Nick Gulas, “Beautiful” Bobby Eaton, Tojo Yamamoto... I watched these guys hit each other with chairs, do pile drivers and suplexes. Sure we tried the piledrivers and suplexes in the back yard but never in anger or with a hurtful intention. We were playing wrestling. The Las Vegas Leg Lock, made famous by Ric Flair (WHOOOO!) was the penultimate move. 
 My point, if I have one, is that I don’t think it’s video games, gun control or television that’s responsible for where we are. It’s our readiness to put it on society, or the environment or politics or schools or music or television or...whatever. I’m not your conservative example. I’m a tattooed, earring wearing, “MF- bomb” dropping rock n’ roller. I’m intentionally not using the F word in this scribe so that it might make it into someone else’s post. Here’s the thing; Gangs, drugs, juvenile delinquency, school shootings, etc. These things are not society’s fault. They are our fault. TV is not a babysitter, the mall is not a babysitter, school is not there to raise your kid, the next generation of children are the next group of leaders. With no moral compass they aren’t prepared to do anything. They watch us constantly and we give them The Kardashians, McDonalds and Honey Boo Boo. They look to us and we give them dirty politics, sequesters, cynicism and high fructose corn syrup. The landscape is different now and will be 20 years from now and 1,000 years from now. The trick is, 1,000 years from now, historians will look at us, in the early 21st century and say “Wow, what morons!” or “Wow, we need to replicate what they were doing!” 
 The crazy thing is, if you live here, even if you don’t have kids, they are watching you. I had some mentors in my life that had no kids but they influenced me deeply. I know, ypu’re thinking “FU-They ain’t my kids, I live the life I want to!” Great, when you’re old and in the home, cause you have no family, they’ll be the ones pushing your wheelchair to your meals and giving you sponge baths. Wouldn’t it be good if the person cleaning you with a sponge, when you’re too old to defend yourself, was a good, gentle person? 
 Preachy! A tirade cloaked in pontification! Is my blog gonna change the world? F**** no!! Tomorrow, if you give your kid a Egg McMuffin, sit them down in front of the E channel while you get ready for work and then drop them off at school and see them “later” I won’t be surprised or feel like a failure. If you buy an arsenal and consider yourself prepared for Armageddon, I won’t consider my words to have fallen on deaf ears. If road-rage over comes you and you cut somebody, I’m gonna shake my head and be ok. 
 Moral?: “Come on, we are better than this. As Andy Griffith once said to Jim Lindsey, on an excellent episode of The Andy Griffith Show; ‘act like you got some smart.’” Abraham Lincoln was more elegant with his reference to “the better angels of our nature”. Ghandi said “be the change you want to see in the world.” Ric Flair once said “I’m Ric Flair! The Stylin’, profilin, limousine riding, jet flying, kiss-stealig. wheelin’ n’ dealin’ son of a gun!”...Not sure if that applies but it sure sounds cool! 

Tuesday, January 15, 2013


The new record is finding it’s way to daylight. We’ve been in the secret bunker, hard at work on some fresh songs and some new sounds. 2013’s gonna be cool...

Monday, January 14, 2013

Happy New Year, You...

Here’s a beautiful new years concept; clean your space. If it’s your office, your kitchen, your den or your car, where ever you spend most of your time, clean your space. get rid of unneeded stuff, reorganize, open it up. make your space more reflective of where you  WANT to spend your time. Even if it’s a cubicle, if you like the beach, put a little sand and shells in it, maybe just in a jar. Remember that you aren’t defined by what you do for a living. Also, remember that it’s called a “LIVING” not a purgatory...

Thursday, January 03, 2013

Today's Challenge...

Today’s humble thought is simply this; Love Everyone, no matter wether they deserve it or not, even if you’re mad at them, even if they cut you off in traffic, steal your seat, eat the last piece of cheesecake, do “your song” on karaoke night before you get up, like different music, or books, or movies, or food, or people, or gods...Just love them anyway. You don’t even have to like them, just love them.