Tonight is watching the Arenacross bikes/atv’s practice then catch a quick dinner with Joanna and Kristi.
Then off to embarass Erica at her birthday party at Louie, Louie’s. My personal wish is to make sure her ass is up on stage doing “Joy to the World.” HE HE EHHAHAHA (Evil Grin!)
Then its home and to take a nap before making sure work doesn’t blow up for the time change!
To my friends without jobs, I am thinking of you and praying for you tonight and tomorrow.
For my friends who want to discuss politics I’m scared right now where our country is. I was talking to my friend Kenn Goldblatt and we were discussing where we thought the final dow bottom would be weeks ago. I said Dow 6900, he said Dow 6000 to Dow 5000. I wasn’t sure. (more…)
Spilling Poetry was actually born from the ashes of Bone Flower Elegy, another popular local band around the Lubbock music scene. When the bass player for Bone Flower Elegy quit in early 1994, the remaining members — Brian Enderson (vocals, guitar), Lynn Holdridge (drums), and Jamie Sanders (guitar) — joined up with Ryan Muff (bass) and changed their name to Spilling Poetry. The new band quickly set about playing around town and soon recorded their debut album, Invisible, which came out later in the spring of 1994. While Invisible went on to sell out the initial 1,000 copies the band had made, they continued to play regionally and build themselves a strong following over the next two years. By the mid-’90s, Spilling Poetry had become known as the band to see in West Texas and were widely heralded as the ones most likely to break into the big time…Luckily, though the band may have called it quits and their first two releases — Invisible and Microphonic — have gone out of print, all Spilling Poetry’s previous music is still available on their website in one form or another, and the band has continued to release new songs off their unfinished last album from time to time – Matthias Sheaks, All Music Guide
I actually have a couple copies of Invisible… and I never got a copy of Microphonic.
But I was part of the band. I was the manager. I managed them for a year and a half and each moment was a joy. We split apart, them heading to the future and me heading to the radio career that I still have today. While the band broke up in 2001 and underwent many changes, I know the four original members.
Brian was the brooding artist. Lynn was the quiet storm, Ryan was the thinker and Jamie, oh Jamie was my friend.
When the band changed and Jamie and I were out, we formed a talent agency that went nowhere due to the disintegration of the Lubbock music scene. The clubs started to close and the talent all went to Dallas and Austin following their dream.
Jamie and I spent many an evening after the band finished practicing just talking about my frustrations, his get rich quick schemes and relationships , his with Amy and mine with Angie. There was something nice, sitting in the office of the warehouse as he smoked and we chatted, sometimes until 3 in the morning. It was peaceful, sometimes sitting there watching the cars pass and wonder if we were going to get mugged. I miss those moments we had together.
I had let him leave to do what he thought was best, moving to Dallas so he could be closer to his ex and his daughter. I didn’t push when he came in town to meet, but it was on both of our minds. We needed that chance to blow off steam. I knew he had flaked out on having lunch when he came in town a couple of times, but hell I had to cancel a couple meetings too.
We knew that we would eventually catch up with each other and reminisce about J. Gilligans in Arlington or the time we were offered crack at the bar in Amarillo. We had a million stories and we loved telling ‘em again and again.
Jamie Sanders – Ex guitar player for Spilling Poetry, the band I managed when I first moved to Lubbock. Had heard he had gotten divorced and was looking forward to catching up with him, but he disappearred.
Craig Wharton,
Spilling Poetry,
Jamie Sanders,
Friends I can talk to for hours to on the phone,
Randy Bush,
Mitchell Ivey,and all the moments that I wish I had cherished instead of throwing them away
I’m still thinking of the band gathering before each concert, interlocking their hands and praying coming out with my favorites.
And in June of 08 I talked with him. He wasn’t much into talking, just wanted to let me know that he was ok and that we would get together.
But I won’t have that opportunity to catch up anymore. You see Jamie had his own demons and he fought them until Tuesday evening when he passed. I can’t tell you how or why, cause I don’t know the facts just third person knowledge.
He was like my younger brother… and he is now gone.
I found out Thursday afternoon and my heart sank.
I did my show in a trance today and dreaded each tick of the clock as it got closer to the viewing.
I went in, saw Brian, Tiffany, Amy and then I walked a path that I dreaded.
And I saw the coffin. I saw him as he last walked the earth.
But as I walked away, I remembered the Jamie I knew. I remembered the moments we had and I cried.
Vaya Con Dios Mi Amigo. We will have that lunch someday. I’ll pick up the check.
I’ve been thinking alot…and I’ve made some mistakes in the past.
And I admit it.
I’ve had some fun, and I admit it.
But the concept of what I am now needs to change.
Some factors of who I am , I enjoy and I will try my best to maintain.
But today , I let the darker side out and just didn’t like what I saw.
I’ve decided that it is almost time for me to get a new puppy.
Not yet, but close.
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As for Radiothon preparations, I am nowhere where I NEED to be, but this weekend I’ll get there.
I’ve been putting things off, but I’ll get there.
I’ve been lucky to have a good woman who is by me supporting me, encouraging me.
And because of her I’ll get there.
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I’ve let myself down by trying to make excuses, but I’ve been wrong. I’ve had my personal defcon set to 4 for too long. I’ve let people in my life that have hurt me and have taken advantage of my willingness to help. They’ve taken something I’ve loved and destroyed it. So I’m going to work on this project after I get back from Ireland.
Hopefully when I return, I will have found the will to take back The Castle and finally get it on track to publishing it.
I’ve got to thank my family, Joanna, Rich, Jim, Dusty, and the people who’ve had my back.
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But since I’m making progress on losing weight, seeing a number on the scale that I haven’t seen since before I got divorced, I’m going to keep going, keep pushing myself.
I know I’m hard on myself, but I have great hopes, dreams and wishes.
That will all come true.
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I talked to my life coach today and he made recommendations, some will come easy, some will be hard to achieve. But every little goal I’ve set, I’ve made.
Now it’s time to stop hiding and make those goals that I can only dream of achieving.
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Every day I talk to Shelby I realize that she is no longer my little girl, the one I palmed in my hand, the one I gave baths in the kitchen sink. She’s a tween, and asking me questions that I am not qualified to answer and I feel uncomfortable thinking about.
But I miss her.
When Ryan wants to talk to me, which is still few and far between, as he is momma’s boy, he is a motormouth, he just jabbers away. Then there are other times where he is quiet and withdrawn, with one word answers and crying.
I miss him.
But I am approaching the hardest decision of my life…
and I’m so confused.
I wish I could tell you about what it is about, but I know that the blog is monitored and I just can’t sacrifice my privacy for your input.
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3 weeks from Ireland and Mom sent me 4 new polo shirts so I “have clean nice things for the trip”. You can watch a boy become a man, but to a mother, he will always be a boy.
I’m scared and yet excited, I check my passport every day. It amazes me that I’ve gone 38 years without even sniffing leaving the USA but now with the passport I think of reasons every day to leave.
I could go visit my friends Mark and Chris in Canada. I could see the city of London, Rome, I’ll pass on Paris for now.
I’m finding that it is harder and harder to find people that understand what I do in my career. Recently I was asked if I would consider moving to Montana if there was a radio gig there. It’s not the daypart that I work that’s important, but the people I work with.
Thus, it would have to be an opportunity to do something amazing or something that would get me closer to Indiana so I could see the kids more often.
I laughed today as Jo came in and actually took a nap while I made dinner. She’s not used to working 8 hours a day. Silly student. I think that once she gets into the swing of things that she is going to love this job. There is still a possibilty of a better gig opening up for her. I wish her nothing but the best.
She brought up today that I don’t have pictures up on here or on facebook of me and her.
Simple reason, I’m normally the one behind the camera.
Today, I went out and bought a whole bunch of stuff that I’ve been needing at the store but haven’t had the time nor the money for. It just had to be done. In Joanna’s mind next stop, new pants and shoes. Hold your horses little missy.
I’ve finally caught up reading the 2100 posts that were stuck in bloglines today. I kinda missed reading my friends and have been so caught up with my projects at work and home that I haven’t had time to read, play or do anything fun.
That changed tonight. If I don’t make the changes that allow me to enjoy some time, I’ll end up miserable. But as for now, I am excited and pumped.
Good things are coming my way!
… went to the doctor and there is “nothing he can do”. I have to wait for the one oozing bleeding wound to heal on its own.
It kinda sucks, but everything else is healing at an incredible rate so I guess I can be patient with it.
No, I can’t.
This weekend was incredible as Joanna and I got to enjoy Brian Regan on Thursday, and instead this weekend I discovered Stephen Lynch. Better and funnier….
Then Friday we enjoyed Sea Monsters at the Science Spectrum…
So WHAT could top that?
Hmm,
How about Darius Rucker , yes HOOTIE, Dierks Bentley and Brad Paisley. Jo and I got to meet Darius and Dierks, didn’t get to meet Brad, but from what I heard, his tour manager is a tool. But what do you expect? Tour managers jobs are to be the prick to the artists cool.
We were both happy that Darius brought out the Hootie catalogue and Dierks got an encore. Now how many times have you known an opening act to get an encore? Not many that I have heard of. Brad’s concert was a decent show as he kept the energy up the entire time. People were amazed that Allison Krause “came” to the concert. But they were mistaken by his 48 screen projection system that did a decent job though they had issues with the right half of the screen for the opening number.
It was a great night until I started to feel a pain at one of my sites from the surgery, and when I put my hand to feel it… blood. Not good but as I said at the top there is nothing that I could do.
Joanna has a job interview tomorrow and I hope that she gets the job. She certainly needs it to keep the parents off her back.
Work has been busy and I have five interns this semester which means that they are taking care of all the nitpicking little things that has made my life this year after the surgery easier. I am a lucky man.
I’ve avoided the poker rooms the last couple of weeks because I’m secure that my team I picked for my poker blog will come through and win by the end of the year.
Joanna and I have been losing weight because of our diets. I think that having someone support you is great.
Tonight was the greatest night in a long time. Why?
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