Acoustic Blue


Having a successful marriage means making time to spend time together.

It’s hard when both of us work full time jobs and have other interests that fill up the time on the clock quickly.

With only 24 hours in each day, it is imperative to show that even though those things are important…..

They are not as important as we are to each other.

We have been showing our importance for each other for over 7 years.

Last night we had our Valentines date night.

Yeah…it was a week late but the calender doesn’t tell me what day in Feb. we have to celebrate it.

We strut to the strum of our guitars in good2begone land.

Our date started with a drive to our local historic 100 year old theater to see a live show.

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An intimate acoustic evening with Justin Furstenfeld of Blue October.

When we planned to do this. I wanted it with all the bells and whistles that could possibly go along with it.

When we bought tickets online, we also got to purchase meet and greet tickets.

Which meant, before the show, we got to meet and greet the artist.

I’m not a starstruck paparazzi stalker kind of guy….

But…..

When you get the real chance to meet an artist that is inspires and moves you,

That doesn’t involve hiding in the bushes or breaking into the DMV records department,

It’s a win win!

So….

We arrived at 4:30 to wait for the shindig to commence…..

In a line with about 100 other fans who wanted the same experience.

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(Picture courtesy of new friend Mac Cochran, who has a group site on Facebook called “For the love of Blue October”, check him out on there. He and his family are headed to the next show in Denton, Tx.)

We were all escorted into the theater around 6, and down to the orchestra section in front of the stage.

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Justin came on stage, sat in the chair, spoke to all of us for a few and then played a song that will be on the band’s new album that will come out in April.

He then invited all of us all upstairs to personally meet him, talk with him and get a picture and autographed poster from the show.

I got the poster, a tshirt, and a book of his lyrics and writings….signed…BOOYAH.

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The name of the book….and his home recording studio- “Crazy Making”…..no wonder I’m a fan.

Like I said, I’m not a celebrity stalker. When I had the chance to speak with him, I told him I hadn’t seen a live show since getting sober. His show would be my first.

He shook my hand, said thanks, and asked how long I’ve been sober.

I said over 9 years. He smiled and said,

“I’ve got 4. It’s amazing isn’t it? Man, I hope you enjoy the show. It’s  all about my journey.  Thanks for coming and supporting me!”

After my wife talked with him and basically told him to write

“I LOVE YOU” on her signed poster we took a picture with him.

Can’t call me a stalker…..but her….hmmmm.
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Chicks always fall for the rock star.

Here is her signed poster, along with a tshirt and Cd from the opening act, Tori Vasquez.

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Who, by the way, is incredible. She played for about half an hour. Just her voice and an electric guitar. Definitely worth supporting!

We then, took our seats and waited for the show.

Justin came on around 9 and played for around 2 hours running through a sampling of the songs he had written over the band’s 20 year career.

The emotion and passion he puts into his craft is hypnotizing and emotional. 

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About halfway through the show, the mic went out.

Without missing a beat, he pushed the stand aside and finished the show without it.

Our date night finished around midnight…..Over 7 hours after it started.

A 7 hour date.

With the same woman I started it with.

I’m pretty sure this might turn into something special. 

Late Valentine Blue


Nothing says romantic like spending the entire Valentine’s Day holiday in bed…..with kleenex stuffed up my nose, cold medicine on one side and cough drops on the other, with enough blankets on top of me to melt Antarctica…..said NO ONE EVER!

And yet,

That’s my story and I’m sticking to it

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Good thing, my wife and I planned ahead.

We won’t be celebrating this day until next Saturday.

The reason?

There is a concert that will be playing here in middle of nowheresville.

One that we are both excited about.

That, in itself, is quite a feat.

Why?

Because, we never see eye to eye when it comes to the pleasures of the ears.

Rather than rehash an old topic on a new post….

Read the old post called Audio Estrogen.

Finished?

Good, let’s continue.

The concert we are going to is Justin Furstenfeld (try saying that name 10 times fast).

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Finished?…..

Yeah I couldn’t do not either.

Let’s continue.

He is the lead singer of a band called Blue October.

He is on a solo tour called- “An Open Book”.

We will not only be enjoying the show. We also are gonna delve into the meet and greet before hand.

He will be playing an aucoustic set, where he explains the meaning of the songs he writes.

Kind of like the storyteller series.

Here is a sample of what we are to expect- “Fear

He is an intense songwriter who shares his triumphs and struggles in life through music.

A lot of his music centers around recovery.

The band’s first album- “Consent To Treatment” is one of my all time favorites.

I can relate to what he is relating to…in a relative sort of way.

Now that I have been out of bed long enough to write this, I can hear the kleenex calling me back from whence I came.

I hope yall’s Valentine’s Day has been rosier than mine.

AHHHH CHOOO!

uggh.

Time Change


I ain’t as young as I once was….I ain’t as old as I’ll ever be.

Ageismstereotyping and discriminating against individuals or groups on the basis of their age. This may be casual or systematic.
 
This word and definition is a basic description of what has happened to the music I grew up with…..although the terminology is not quite as direct.

The music I so fondly am referring to is not classified as a genre such as rock or rap.

It was at one time……

But that time was long ago and is long gone.

Now the proper way to reference it is a subtle…..

YET QUITE OBVIOUS

form of ageism.

It is systematically making me feel uncasual about my age.

I’m not getting old…..

I’m classic….

I’m old school…..

I’m clumped into a decade that has decayed.

The hair bands all have receding hair lines.

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The gangsta rappers who fought the power are now media moguls and moviestars.

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And, I’m here stuck with assless chaps, a big clock necklace, boombox, and enough spandex and aqua net to start a worthless revolution.

Yeah…well…we all want to change the world.

Being labeled is wrong.

I will not stand for it.

Besides….

It’s time for my afternoon nap.

The Night Shift With Tiler Swift


My work days have become work nights….

And not just your regular, run of the mill nights. I’m talking all nighters.

Since last Sunday I have been making the dough by remodeling a pizza chain….which shall remain nameless.

I’m not a fan of working nights, but they apparently have to stay open during their regular business hours to be able to keep their dough going out the door.

They kneed their dough to sell to keep making the dough for business.

(See what I did there?)

Anyway….

The way the Domino’s fell I get to be the one to run the show.

Work starts at 10 pm. And rolls all the way through until 8am.

What do they want done?

Remodel the front of the store and update the back of the store with a viewing window for the art of pizza making and subway tile for their prep area.

I am swiftly becoming quite the tile God.

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Therefore, for the purpose of this job I will dub myself….

“Tiler Swift”

The hours are terrible. I haven’t pulled a full week of all nighters in years.

If I still had bad hair, a few bags of Columbian wonder dust, cheap beer and hammer pants I would swear I was back in the early nineties.

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But….

I have no hair and have been off the dust and Keystone for years.

I do wear pants and have a hammer, though.

So I guess it all evens out.

Roughly 2 more weeks to go…

Time to shake it off and get back to work.

As we say in the business….it’s hammer time.

99 Cans


How many can you fit on the wall before you can start counting?

Answer….99.

The problem with that equation is while you are trying to stack the cans to be able to begin counting them down from 99 to zero, you typically have to count them as you are placing them up to avoid not having enough….or having too many.

Thanks to a brewing company in Austin, Texas that problem will be had…never more.

I give you the 99 pack of beer.

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No more time wasted with those wimpy 6-30 packs of child’s play beer combinations and having to count BEFORE you start to sing the epic countdown.

Just empty the pack and start the annoyance of drinking AND singing the epic greatness of counting down to an empty wall that is replaced by a sea of empty cans lying at your feet.

It all starts and ends with “The Peacemaker” the beer that is encouraged to be drank, “Anytime”.

For video proof of the peacemaker pack press “here“.

Everything in Texas is bigger.

It doesn’t necessarily mean it’s better.

Keep it classy, Austin.

AAAAND…..

Begin…

99 cans of beer on the wall, 99 cans of beer. Take one down, pass it around,

98 cans of beer on the wall.

The Stunner


Almost 1 month ago, I was extremely careless at work and had an accident that came very close to being my last accident. Today I revisited the surgeon who repaired the damage. The final staples were removed and I have been released to return to work, effective next Monday.

I was fairly stunned by the news.

I have heard, more than once, that someone must be watching over me. It’s time to seriously reevaluate my status on faith. The search will continue as I have been given the chance to continue living. I’m sure that many things will change with me,

But,

The sobriety date remains the same, 10-13-06.

I cannot put into words the gratitude and thankfulness I have for the support I have received and the many well wishes and get well soon messages I have received during my time of recovery.

But I have found someone that can….

Thanks again, this community is one I never want to give up.

Covered on Sunday-Get….Get Funky


Few artists have the bravo to come onto the scene, kicking in the doors of a genre that…by looks…they would never fit into.

And then came “The Beastie Boys”.

Originally a punk band…true…that made noise with an self released album named “Cooky Puss”.

They grasped hold of the hip hop scene with their huge album “License To Ill”, which when released had no images of the band.

They let the music do the talking.

The rest is music history.

For this week, I chose my favorite Beastie track off their album “Paul’s Boutique”. It brings the funk and pays homage to none other than “Saturday Night Fever” and the disco era.

The cover is quite entertaining as well. 2 guys, 1 guitar, a bucket and a cowbell.

Ain’t it funky, now!

The Beastie Boys…..you have been covered on Sunday.

The Rules Of Engagement


He walked out of the bathroom of their small 1 bedroom apartment and out into the main room, where his girlfriend of over 6 years sat and filed her nails.

He knew it was time to finally ask her. He couldn’t take the what if’s that ran through his mind anymore.

He had to be straightforward and direct. Confidence was the key.

She looked up at him as he walked into the room and smiled.

He returned the smile and approached her as his hands began to sweat.

“Honey…I need to ask you something…” He began as he faced her.

“Ok.” She kindly replied.

He glanced at the floor, knelt down on one knee and placed what was in his hand on the floor next to him.

He looked up at her lovingly, paused, smiled and began,

“Eve…would you…”

Her heart began to race before he could finish. She jumped up and exclaimed,

“YES YES OF COURSE I WILL MARRY YOU!…I need to call my Mother…she doesn’t think you are good enough for me….never has…..but it doesn’t matter now…we are getting married!! I need a dress….we need to start making plans…O….M…..G…bridesmaids…how many? What color for their dresses…we need to learn a cool dance like those ones on the youtube! Wait…wait.,,.before I do anything.. I need the ring….where’s the ring?….PUT IT ON MY FINGER!!”

She said as she stuck her left hand out while continuing her happy dance.

He looked at her bewildered, stood up from his kneeling position and replied,

“I…I…I don’t have a ring…”

“No ring? What do you mean no ring? Don’t you know the rules of engagement? I NEED A RING!” She answered.

“I wasn’t asking you to marry me….” He began as he knelt down and picked up what he had placed next to himself and cautiously continued,

“I was gonna ask….would you please remember to put the cap back on the toothpaste after you use it….it gets all crusty and then SHOOTS out without warning.”

As he spoke he handed her the tube with the crusty top.

She looked at it and replied,

“Toothpaste crust? Then why did you get down on one knee?”

He looked down and pointed as he replied,

“My shoelace is untied.”

Covered On Sunday-The Preaching Madonna


I must not have been doing a good job at choosing this weeks selection, because every song I picked, my lovely wife started preaching to me at how awful they were.

“I have never listened to anything that bad”

“Please….TURN THAT OFF!”

Ugh.

So I did, what I believe, any other frustrated husband would do….

“If my picks are so bad, then why don’t you pick a song and I will find a suitable cover for it.”

Only my wife would be able to pick a song, by an iconic artist, none the less, that really has has very few covers that are….original.

“Papa Don’t Preach” by Madonna

First off….Madonna does not bring out my inner child.

Second off….there is no second….I just couldn’t write first off without a second.

The popular covers I found were by Kelli Osbourne, the cast from GLEE, and Celine Dion.

Ugh times 3.

Others were decent but all attempted to sound like Madonna….and that’s not what I do here.

So… I settled on this violin version. She is easy on the eyes and her version is easy on the ears.

I give you a Madonna cover by someone with a name I can’t pronounce much less write.

Enjoy.

Just to prove I am still in charge, here is a bonus DEATH METAL version. If you can make it all the way through without cringing….treat yourself to a blow pop.

By request of my wife….

Madonna….by request of my wife….
You have been covered on Sunday.