January 15, 2005
Are you an atheist?, here's step one of a cure if you need it.
Believe only two things: 1. There IS a God. 2. It is NOT you.
- I heard this in a 12 step program by an ex-drunk that was grateful she wasn t dead.
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January 14, 2005
Phreaks are the backbone of our society
Only a few of you will have any idea what I m talking about. But try going to a Walmart at three-o-clock in the morning and shop until four. Then go to a 24/7 grocery store and shop for food. Visit the various departments and check out the people.
It s creepy.
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January 11, 2005
Dazzle 'em with brilliance, or else...
Dazzle 'em with brilliance, or else...
Early on in my career as a PR guy (back in the 80s), I put a slogan in my head that I thought was funny and I used to joke about it. It just popped into my mind this morning and I got a chuckle. It was...
If you can't dazzle them with brilliance, then baffle them with bullshit.
So fun. And so true. I patterned it after a computer programming "if-then" style and thought it was pretty clever. Funny thing is, after baffling people with so much BS for so many years now, I fear some brilliance might actually be starting to emerge out of all that whooffy dust I've been putting out there :) ... pooof!
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A different brand of rock star.
Music, as it must always do, is changing to a new style. It's interesting to see how the older acts have sort of reinvented themselves in attempt to appeal to a new generation - or to an old generation in a new generation world.
Remember hair bands? New wave? Punk? Disco? Those were tight categories, today the categories - while still discreet - are much more inter-woven.
The new band I've signed on with is like that. They're a rough and tumble group of way-kool guys hailing out of Minot, North Dakota. There's a rapper, a metaller, a zen guy, a computer guy, and well, uh... me.
Each one of these other guys is a SUPERstar. One made it through some heavy duty gang stuff, another survived being a runaway street kid, and the rest have stories that are just as gnarly.
They're the real deal. They've lived lives most of us have seen at the movies and have marveled at. I bow down to these guys as I believe they truly GET the Spiritual part of life so many of us quest for.
They came together from diverse demographics through music and martial arts. Tae Kwon Do, Karate, Hapkido, and Kung Fu - these guys are the most amazing fighting machines I have ever seen in my life. I used to think that stuff was all staged for show.... it's NOT.
The speed, power, and sheer ferocity of these boys is stunning. And believe me, I'm not easily impressed. Pretty much the only things I abhor are violence and hate, as do they. But it's still a sobering thought to know a person can be literally terminated within two seconds of entering one of these guys' personal space.
What did I tell you about the strangeness you run into being on the edge (e.g., extreme-North-North Dakota)? It's on the edge where you'll find guys like this. Just imagine what else is out there!
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January 10, 2005
What if Jesus came back looking like that?
On a one-in-a-billion chance meeting, I shared time with a friend last night whom I'd never met or spoken to. I heard a story, at least a partial story that changed my life forever. All because I was quiet enough to hear.
This morning is cold enough to stop a clock and the kids' bus is late. At 6 am, the phone rings with a cheery (North Dakota accent) "oh yaah, he's out there now workin' on gettin' the bus started, I spose he'll be a little late gettin' on out to yer place then, yaaah?
Seeing my little girl off to school is different today. I bundle her up into sleep as she consumes these few prized, unexpected extra moments of rest. As I reflect on the pain of the one I learned from last night, I comprehend how much it means that NO such harm will befall this little one before me.
As I delight her senses by comforting her feet and whispering thoughts of promise and provision, the headlamps of the bus appear in the distance.
As I guide our precious procession of school-goers on to the bus, it's with an amazing gratitude that I see little Nicole and Rachel off to take on their day.
My thought to share today with every guy like me is... remember that each and every lady you come in contact with was once a priceless little baby girl with a heart full love to give and of and a mind filled with dreams yet to live. So if you see her, even for a moment, you're a part of that dream.
Play your part well.
P.S. If any of the above resonates with you, you may like a song from a friend of monster talent - I know it was written about this sort of situation:
Precious
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January 07, 2005
My new band's CD is done. It's official!
My new band's CD is done. You can listen to the first single on it, called "Use Your Eyes." Just a headsup, tho... although this is one of our lighter tunes, be ready for some metal, some rap, and some other just general heaviness. Hey, this style of music doesn't occupy a whole lot of space on my iPod, but it's SO fun to perform. I play the drums, by the way. Likely the most annoying instrument on the planet. But it brings out the primate in me and I get to flail around like the flamboyant six year old that's always inside me, trying to get out.
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Oh yeah, it's time to rework the image and see about getting hip. Again.
Here I am with little David whose all happy to see I made it home alive from my first band rehearsal. And he's sporting a spankin' new skull cap that goes with our debut CD.
This was taken a number of days ago, so of course it doesn't show the new tattoos or painful jewelry additions. More on that later.
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January 05, 2005
I wonder who cares, but you know what?...
I do. I have decided that for the next week at least, I will jot some happenings here. My life is nothing short of phreaky, but in a very, very cool way. It's not possible to tell the story of what's been happening, so I can only let it unfold as it continues to happen in this blog format - so you can feel me if you dare.
First off, I'm closing up shop. I can no longer take on any new projects until at least mid-2006. I get sometimes two requests per day from way cool, way high-end people to have me help them with their endeavors. I'm sorry guys, it's not about money or anything else related to success... it's just that I can only put my ALL into one idea at a time. And with my internal clock clicking down, I have to keep it balanced.
My band's official CD release event is coming up in February.
My mini-mite hockey team is off and roaring and my hockey power skating clinics start up here in the next couple weeks.
Right now, the outside thermometer reads minus 32 degrees where the edge is about as extreme as I've known it to get.
My Cadillac STS is 50 yards from the house facing the wrong way in a snow drift (no way am I going out to recover my digital camera from it either), my lost iPod was miraculously recovered at night in the snow while on a full run from our music studio (it was still playing after 16 hours in a hellish blizzard), and a few of the machines outside have simply stopped functioning because it's too. damn. cold.
Boy do I have tales to tell.
y'all are more than welcome to share this with me. If I inspire you, you deserve it. And don't worry about a thing, it's me that I'm now going to ask to fasten his seat belt, adjust the seat to the upright position, and return the tray table to the seatback.
Keep the peace!
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