Cheers!

I watched it: “The speech.” Obama is the talented orator that was advertised. Did you see the ladies in the audience crying? It was like Elvis or the Beatles on Ed Sullivan. Ridiculous.

You know, I’m genuinely happy that a person of color has been nominated. I’m also happy McCain named Gov. Palin from Alaska as his running mate. We have both a person of color and a woman running vying for the office of the Executive. Let’s face facts people, despite the very loud protests of some to the contrary, there was a time when they would never have been considered for the job just because of who they were. That’s shameful and embarrassing. It’s about time. Honestly.

We’ve all bought tickets to equality-palooza this year. Everyone’s dancing, flirting, and carrying on, generally trying to act like we’ve been coming to this party every year, yet embarrassed and tentative because it’s all so new. It’s like a junior high dance. No one wants to be the first on the floor, but they don’t want to get caught on a slow song without a partner either.

Now, my hope is that we don’t make decisions about who should lead the country because they can make women faint and the mere sight of them. It is also my sincere hope that we don’t make decisions as to who should lead the country while we’re buzzed from drinking from the punch bowl of social progress.

So as I tip my glass and celebrate with the rest of us on our growth as a nation, here’s hoping we cut through the crap and vote the best person for the job into office.

Happy Holidays

Chris and I did our annual Labor Day show a little early this year. Brought the house down. Enjoy .

Same Song, Different Verse, Not the Same Singer

I don’t really listen to KLOVE much. I know, hate me if you must. Honestly, I like Casting Crowns, Jeremy Camp, Chris Tomlin, and Mercy Me. It’s just that hearing their music twice every 15 minutes on the KLOVE rotation wears me out after a little while.

Now, from the perspective of a so called student of songwriting, that’s probably not the best strategy. Sort of like The GAP developing a new clothing line by first sticking their head in the sand for 10 years. Maybe not the best way to get a feel for what’s selling. So, I’ll admit that I might be a bit out of touch with whose new and hot out there on the Christian Music landscape.

But…the other night I turned it on. I hear a male voice that sounds very, very familiar to me. The more I listen, the more I get excited. My goodness, that's a guy I met at Write About Jesus last year. That’s Sean Smith. He’s on the radio. Holy Cow! I proceeded to call him on his cell to congratulate him.

No. Not so much. That’s Chris Sligh, not Sean Smith. Right. Close your eyes people and listen to the two of them. Anyone could have made that mistake.

Well, maybe not anyone. I certainly would. See, gentle readers, I’m good for one of those, sometimes two, a year. Oh yes. I’m firmly entrenched in the camp that learning from previous mistakes is highly overrated. No sense in slowing down just a wee bit and engaging the brain prior to the mouth. So sir. Not for me. I invite you to experience dorkiness like that. I love it so much, I bought the company.

So, go here and pick up Sean’s CD “Real”. You’ll understand I’m not a complete idiot, although I can see from here...

Ogre, Party of One

I made a kid cry yesterday at football practice. Not just cry, but the kind of snot down the nose-run to his mommy-type of cry.

For those that know me, you know I'm such an imposing figure. All my days in the marching band and show choir are now paying divdends...such an intimidator.

Big, Big Show

If you’re anywhere in or around Kansas City on September 19th at 7:30, be sure to stop by and see Chris.

He’s been working on this project for a while. It will be a fun evening.

Blank Scratch Pad

Ever been to Texas? It’s like this whole other country. The speak the same language, albeit with a clearly identifiable twang, they look like us, they dress like us, yet they’re different some how.

My path to Texas last week was anything but direct. I thought for sure there would be blog worthy material in all the connections, crowded airplanes, lonely rental car counters, and late night hotel check-ins. But alas, as they say in the lit programs at Harvard and Yale, I gots nothing.

Routine. Alarmingly routine. When things go the way they should, I start waiting for the other shoe to drop, for something to blow up, for some crisis to develop. When it doesn’t materialize, I’m at a loss for what to do.

Plainly stated, I require lunacy. I crave the bizarre, the ridiculous, the absurd. Sans the silliness, I’m left with nothing to do but laugh at myself, which, an immeasureable supply of prime material notwithstanding, is a spectator sport that has long since lost it’s appeal. I much prefer to drink from the never ending fount that are the foibles and miss-deeds of those around me. Good times indeed.

Fear not. For as the world turns, it will most assuredly spin up someone willing to stick they’re tongue to the frozen flag pole of life. When they do, I shall be there to document it, in all its glory, giving thanks for the muse, the inspiration, and most importantly, that it wasn’t me that got caught…

Someone's Been To My Hometown...

OK gentle readers, this is a good one.

There’s real truth in the sarcasm, and the dichotomy in the language used by the author versus the subject matter is note worthy. Any piece that uses words “gravitas” and “cachet” to discuss red-necks deserves to be read.

http://stuffwhitetrashpeoplelike.blogspot.com/2008/03/1-having-fiancee.html

Pitbull puppies...that is so right on!