Isn't it great when everything is in accordance. When the Sun and the stars line up just right?
Last night was one of those nights when it all fell in place.
The Carpenter Ants did our annual show in Charleston, Live at the Levee. It's a series that the city has to showcase some of Charleston's top bands.
But this night was just a bit different. It seemed, to me at least. that everyone in the crowd was really into us and they were unusually responsive to all that we threw at them.
I saw alot of our old friends in attendance, and it was like homecoming and the Senior prom all rolled up in one.
Normally, the Ants will have fun no matter what, but sometime when we think the audience isn't with us it makes it a little harder to do what we do. My job as frontman of the band is to try to tie the audience to the music, and I do so by a little combination of being in the audinece and working them from the inside. It makes me and them feel really good because we're listening to the music together, only it's me singing to them...you get the picture?
My bandmates always do me proud, they'll work the audience with me, and it becomes one big show that is truly interactive.
Anyway, as I said, everything was lined up just right; as the Sun was setting we hit the folks with some Gospel, teased the ladies with some of our Ditties, rocked the joint with some hard driving grooves, and wowed everyone with some Soul ballads. It all made for a perfect evening of fun, love, and watching Allah (God) create nighttime.
Yeah, I love it when a plan comes together, I love it when this band is together, for me it just makes me feel good to be alive.
I hope wherever you are this Summer you'll make time to catch some live music. Sit back and enjoy the Moon the stars and the distant drum.
A big shout out to the the City of Charleston, thanks for a wonderful evening.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Friday, May 18, 2007
Life is Sweeter (Wherever You Are)
If you’ve been following my postings, you’ll know that I’m here in my hometown of The Bronx…So far being in New York has proven one thing…that life is sweeter wherever you are. By that I mean I haven’t been home in 7 years, and believe me when I tell you that a helluva lot has changed in my city.
Uncharacteristic of me, I was in Manhattan and had a panic attack. I actually had to move to the side of the street and hang out against a wall.Now I know that this is all due to the fact that I haven’t been here in so long, but really I’m comfortable anywhere I wander, but being around a trillion people at once kinda threw me for just a minute.
Anyway, I really am having a ball, hanging out with my best 2 friends Angela and Stacey…these 2 ladies are a riot together, and Angie and I hope to work on some music as well.
If you remember the TV show Mc Cloud ( with Dennis Weaver) where he was the country Sheriff in New York , well that’s about how I’m feeling now…just out of place.
None the less being home has put a song in my heart, it’s allowing me to re-charge my battery, and when I go back to Charleston I’ll be ready to deal with some serious Carpenter Ants music.I’ve come up with a plan to start moving us forward, and getting us here to New York, And subsequently to the masses.
Now the purpose of this title…I’ve been bitching and moaning about wanting to return home as a big star, but I’ve come to realize that I have some serious work to do, and I need to accept that I live in West Virginia now, and that getting what I want out of life requires me to be happy…no matter where I am.. Why, because life is sweeter…wherever you are
Support Live music today tomorrow and always
Uncharacteristic of me, I was in Manhattan and had a panic attack. I actually had to move to the side of the street and hang out against a wall.Now I know that this is all due to the fact that I haven’t been here in so long, but really I’m comfortable anywhere I wander, but being around a trillion people at once kinda threw me for just a minute.
Anyway, I really am having a ball, hanging out with my best 2 friends Angela and Stacey…these 2 ladies are a riot together, and Angie and I hope to work on some music as well.
If you remember the TV show Mc Cloud ( with Dennis Weaver) where he was the country Sheriff in New York , well that’s about how I’m feeling now…just out of place.
None the less being home has put a song in my heart, it’s allowing me to re-charge my battery, and when I go back to Charleston I’ll be ready to deal with some serious Carpenter Ants music.I’ve come up with a plan to start moving us forward, and getting us here to New York, And subsequently to the masses.
Now the purpose of this title…I’ve been bitching and moaning about wanting to return home as a big star, but I’ve come to realize that I have some serious work to do, and I need to accept that I live in West Virginia now, and that getting what I want out of life requires me to be happy…no matter where I am.. Why, because life is sweeter…wherever you are
Support Live music today tomorrow and always
Wednesday, April 04, 2007
Life With Vickie
They say that when one door closes another door opens, and that has been true throughout most of my life. Although in 1998, when door number 3713 opened I got the grand prize.
Let me go back a little to a time before then...
On the dating scene there had been doors closing, one after another, then one day in April of 1993 during a regular Wednesday night gig at the Empty Glass,the door opened and in walked the most beautiful woman I think that I had ever seen.
The band had literally just gone back to the stage after a break, when I announced that we'd be taking another break, and to the amazement of everyone (including my bandmates...) we did. Sorry folks, but I had to meet this woman.
She was brash, bold and utterly beautiful, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and flaming red hair...I was a goner.
Her name, Vickie Sutphin.
Now don't ask me why, but I got seriously tongue tied, I went to her table and introduced myself (in my ultra cool suave voice, I might add...). Her girlfriend must have thought I was a lunatic, because she gave me a look that could have melted a glacier.
None the less, I just felt like I had to know this woman... the one time in my life that being bold paid off.
Now let me go back to that door opening and closing analogy...
Fast forward to 1997, some major doors were about to close. First, my Mother got pretty sick with Cancer, and Vickie and I went to New York to be with her to help her prepare for the ultimate journey. Vickie had just come out of the hospital prior to our leaving. When we arrived in New York, my Mother's home was in disarray. As sick as Vickie was at the time, she still put her health aside, and began to organize my Mother's house including getting on her hands and knees and scrubbing her floors. We left New York to return to Charleston, but before leaving my Mother sat me down and said the following: "Charlie, in this woman, you have all that you told me that you ever dreamed of, she's decent, and kind, and she is not afraid. She is one of the boys, but she is all woman in every way. You could never have asked for a better partner. Whatever you do, stand by this woman. Two weeks later my Mother died.
On Saturday April 4th 1998 Vickie became my Wife, and the door of my life swung open for good.
Now I won't tell you that our life together has been all smooth around the edges (let's just say that I was a typical idiot...'nuff said !!), but I will say that I've finally grown up and realized the good fortune that I've had being Vickie's Husband.
In this woman I have the best friend I've ever had, she is someone who I can cry to without feeling less than a man, she is someone who is my biggest cheerleader, and best motivator.
Today is our anniversary, I wanted to tell the world how happy I truly am, and how grateful to the universe I am for opening the door and allowing me to step up to the table and to the best feast of all, life with Vickie.
Happy Anniversary honey, thank you for the the gift of our life.
When you support live music today tomorrow and always, this is the prize that you can get...love times love.
Let me go back a little to a time before then...
On the dating scene there had been doors closing, one after another, then one day in April of 1993 during a regular Wednesday night gig at the Empty Glass,the door opened and in walked the most beautiful woman I think that I had ever seen.
The band had literally just gone back to the stage after a break, when I announced that we'd be taking another break, and to the amazement of everyone (including my bandmates...) we did. Sorry folks, but I had to meet this woman.
She was brash, bold and utterly beautiful, with the bluest eyes I had ever seen, and flaming red hair...I was a goner.
Her name, Vickie Sutphin.
Now don't ask me why, but I got seriously tongue tied, I went to her table and introduced myself (in my ultra cool suave voice, I might add...). Her girlfriend must have thought I was a lunatic, because she gave me a look that could have melted a glacier.
None the less, I just felt like I had to know this woman... the one time in my life that being bold paid off.
Now let me go back to that door opening and closing analogy...
Fast forward to 1997, some major doors were about to close. First, my Mother got pretty sick with Cancer, and Vickie and I went to New York to be with her to help her prepare for the ultimate journey. Vickie had just come out of the hospital prior to our leaving. When we arrived in New York, my Mother's home was in disarray. As sick as Vickie was at the time, she still put her health aside, and began to organize my Mother's house including getting on her hands and knees and scrubbing her floors. We left New York to return to Charleston, but before leaving my Mother sat me down and said the following: "Charlie, in this woman, you have all that you told me that you ever dreamed of, she's decent, and kind, and she is not afraid. She is one of the boys, but she is all woman in every way. You could never have asked for a better partner. Whatever you do, stand by this woman. Two weeks later my Mother died.
On Saturday April 4th 1998 Vickie became my Wife, and the door of my life swung open for good.
Now I won't tell you that our life together has been all smooth around the edges (let's just say that I was a typical idiot...'nuff said !!), but I will say that I've finally grown up and realized the good fortune that I've had being Vickie's Husband.
In this woman I have the best friend I've ever had, she is someone who I can cry to without feeling less than a man, she is someone who is my biggest cheerleader, and best motivator.
Today is our anniversary, I wanted to tell the world how happy I truly am, and how grateful to the universe I am for opening the door and allowing me to step up to the table and to the best feast of all, life with Vickie.
Happy Anniversary honey, thank you for the the gift of our life.
When you support live music today tomorrow and always, this is the prize that you can get...love times love.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
The Secret...no, the real one.
For the last few weeks, all I've heard from virtually everywhere is about the new book "The Secret." It has been a part of our daily vocabulary for weeks now.
Seemingly this buzz started when Oprah Winfrey commented about the book twice on her show, and of course when she talks it up, it becomes a great success.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm very proud of my sister Oprah, but really, haven't we gone just a little over the edge with the need to feel fulfilled, especially when we're told to dream it and we'll attrack it. I do believe that things come our way when we envision them, but I don't need to spend my hard earned cash for that to come about.
Everyone who really knows me (and that's a whole lotta folks...) knows that the only true dream that I've ever had is to play music for a living. Tell me, where did I go wrong. I'm not necessarily any closer to that goal than I've ever been. I'm not complaining though, because I know the real secret.
What is it you ask ? Well, first of all I'm gonna tell you that when I tell you what this secret is you'll kick yourself for not realizing this sooner (although, I think you know already), and I won't be asking for a fee for this disclosure, it comes free of charge solely because I like you.
OK enough BS, the secret, here is the simple formula: P + O = L.
That formula is preparation and opportunity equal luck
How is this the secret? Well if you think about it our whole life is the search for the perfect opportunity to make things better for ourselves. There are some things that inherently come our way when we set our belief toward it.
In truth I am pretty close to getting what I want out of life, but it didn't come because I attracked it, it's coming because I've worked my butt off toward it. I have spent countless hours in pursuit of it. I've met endless people who have helped me even a little bit, and I've never discounted their help. I saw the little amount or great amount as the same...helpful. It made me walk toward it or shy away from it. So the choice has been mine all along.
So the secret, no, the real one, don't stop believing in yourself, use any and all opportunities to further your goals. Don't spend your hard earned money on a book that tells you what you already know. Go to your local library, the place where real dreams are made, the one true place where a poor person and a rich person are on equal footing. Listen to the music , and relax. Not giving into stress will take it away long enough for you to think clearly and realistically about changing your circumstance.
Another way to see this: if you have to rob a bank in order to attend the seminars of the authors of the secret, then the secret is that they won't get you out of jail, nor go your bond, Then the secret would be that you're a fool, and we just can't have that now, can we?
Support live music today tomorrow and always...oh wait! here's another secret, music really does help us and heal us. Listen to it earnestly, and openly, and it will unlock your deepest secret...passion.
Seemingly this buzz started when Oprah Winfrey commented about the book twice on her show, and of course when she talks it up, it becomes a great success.
Now don't get me wrong, I'm very proud of my sister Oprah, but really, haven't we gone just a little over the edge with the need to feel fulfilled, especially when we're told to dream it and we'll attrack it. I do believe that things come our way when we envision them, but I don't need to spend my hard earned cash for that to come about.
Everyone who really knows me (and that's a whole lotta folks...) knows that the only true dream that I've ever had is to play music for a living. Tell me, where did I go wrong. I'm not necessarily any closer to that goal than I've ever been. I'm not complaining though, because I know the real secret.
What is it you ask ? Well, first of all I'm gonna tell you that when I tell you what this secret is you'll kick yourself for not realizing this sooner (although, I think you know already), and I won't be asking for a fee for this disclosure, it comes free of charge solely because I like you.
OK enough BS, the secret, here is the simple formula: P + O = L.
That formula is preparation and opportunity equal luck
How is this the secret? Well if you think about it our whole life is the search for the perfect opportunity to make things better for ourselves. There are some things that inherently come our way when we set our belief toward it.
In truth I am pretty close to getting what I want out of life, but it didn't come because I attracked it, it's coming because I've worked my butt off toward it. I have spent countless hours in pursuit of it. I've met endless people who have helped me even a little bit, and I've never discounted their help. I saw the little amount or great amount as the same...helpful. It made me walk toward it or shy away from it. So the choice has been mine all along.
So the secret, no, the real one, don't stop believing in yourself, use any and all opportunities to further your goals. Don't spend your hard earned money on a book that tells you what you already know. Go to your local library, the place where real dreams are made, the one true place where a poor person and a rich person are on equal footing. Listen to the music , and relax. Not giving into stress will take it away long enough for you to think clearly and realistically about changing your circumstance.
Another way to see this: if you have to rob a bank in order to attend the seminars of the authors of the secret, then the secret is that they won't get you out of jail, nor go your bond, Then the secret would be that you're a fool, and we just can't have that now, can we?
Support live music today tomorrow and always...oh wait! here's another secret, music really does help us and heal us. Listen to it earnestly, and openly, and it will unlock your deepest secret...passion.
Saturday, March 24, 2007
My Beloved Bronx
YAAAAAAYYYY !!!! I'm finally getting to go home to my beloved Bronx...
I haven't been home in 7 years, and it is all I can think about. This is such an irony for me, because for so long I felt so out of place in New York. In a city that never sleeps, I felt restless and very useless.
I'm sure to a large degree this was of my own doing, because I didn't always try to find the joy in my being there. Sure I was striving like everyone else, but to me it was a big deal trying to make it in music. With all of the people I know, I never really found my place. I did make lots of friends though, but more often than not those friendships turned out to be more superfical than anything else. My closest friends though did everything to push me forward, and put me into peoples' conciousness. My 3 best friends Abdul Rashid, Charisse Campbell, and Angela Sabarese all gave me the best advice, and a shoulder to cry on whenever I needed it (and they did so without conditions).
Each of them played very different roles from each other in trying to see me through.
Abdul Rashid taught me about sprituality, and the true meaning of letting go and letting God. Charisse taught me the real meaning of friendship, and the purpose of seeing women as women and not little girls.
Angela, was just my musical muse, the female version of me. she taught me about being Bronx tough, and seeing that connection in my music, and using it to set myself above the pack.
Most of the people that I now deal with here in West Virginia see my energy and my drive, and constantly spur me on in the public eye. The Carpenter Ants, Amy Bowe, and Yvonne Brown all have played the exact same role here, as my friends in New York did.
If you're striving in anything, any area of life, music or otherwise, surround yourself with the kind of people that will give you love or swift kick in the pants when you need it.
The lesson that I learned is,that you can not run away from your past, but you need to embrace it as an experience that will help you in your life. It will as they say, make you or break you.
I now see the good fortune in being from the Bronx, and I don't cower away from it anymore. I don't think that I'm better than anyone else, but being from my beloved Bronx has placed me a cut above the rest when it comes to my goals. Hopefully for you, you'll embrace your home, and realize that it's more than just a comfort zone...it's a place to give shape to your dreams.
Badda bing, badda boom, from the Bronx baby to you.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I haven't been home in 7 years, and it is all I can think about. This is such an irony for me, because for so long I felt so out of place in New York. In a city that never sleeps, I felt restless and very useless.
I'm sure to a large degree this was of my own doing, because I didn't always try to find the joy in my being there. Sure I was striving like everyone else, but to me it was a big deal trying to make it in music. With all of the people I know, I never really found my place. I did make lots of friends though, but more often than not those friendships turned out to be more superfical than anything else. My closest friends though did everything to push me forward, and put me into peoples' conciousness. My 3 best friends Abdul Rashid, Charisse Campbell, and Angela Sabarese all gave me the best advice, and a shoulder to cry on whenever I needed it (and they did so without conditions).
Each of them played very different roles from each other in trying to see me through.
Abdul Rashid taught me about sprituality, and the true meaning of letting go and letting God. Charisse taught me the real meaning of friendship, and the purpose of seeing women as women and not little girls.
Angela, was just my musical muse, the female version of me. she taught me about being Bronx tough, and seeing that connection in my music, and using it to set myself above the pack.
Most of the people that I now deal with here in West Virginia see my energy and my drive, and constantly spur me on in the public eye. The Carpenter Ants, Amy Bowe, and Yvonne Brown all have played the exact same role here, as my friends in New York did.
If you're striving in anything, any area of life, music or otherwise, surround yourself with the kind of people that will give you love or swift kick in the pants when you need it.
The lesson that I learned is,that you can not run away from your past, but you need to embrace it as an experience that will help you in your life. It will as they say, make you or break you.
I now see the good fortune in being from the Bronx, and I don't cower away from it anymore. I don't think that I'm better than anyone else, but being from my beloved Bronx has placed me a cut above the rest when it comes to my goals. Hopefully for you, you'll embrace your home, and realize that it's more than just a comfort zone...it's a place to give shape to your dreams.
Badda bing, badda boom, from the Bronx baby to you.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Happy Birthday
I think that it's a blessing when you're young and beautiful and smart. It's sort of like the triple whammy of good fortune. When you're a pre teenager, and you have all of those characteristics, it shows that your parents have done a great job in raising you.
My next door neighbors the Lloyds are just that type of family. Charles and Tammy are two of the most down to Earth people I think that I have ever met; and they have the triple whammy of having three of the greatest children that Allah (God) could have ever blessed anyone with.
Today is their eldest child Kelci's birhtday, and I wanted to take a minute to acknowledge a sweet young lady who is just great soul.
It seems that in life these days it's hard to find well meaning and respectful kids, but Miss Kelci is just a different breed, she is sweet, loving and kind.
Kelci is the kind of girl that will always do her parents proud, because she genuinely loves them. Don't get me wrong she's also the typical young lady who loves the Mall, and loves her girlfriends, but family is always first for her, and that's what makes her so special.
We could never have asked for a greater gift of friendship than having the Lloyds live next door to us, and Vickie and I both want to say, Miss Kelci have the happiest of birthdays...stay as sweet as you are.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always...and take a minute of everyday to hug a great child, and tell them how precious they are. It will put music in your heart.
My next door neighbors the Lloyds are just that type of family. Charles and Tammy are two of the most down to Earth people I think that I have ever met; and they have the triple whammy of having three of the greatest children that Allah (God) could have ever blessed anyone with.
Today is their eldest child Kelci's birhtday, and I wanted to take a minute to acknowledge a sweet young lady who is just great soul.
It seems that in life these days it's hard to find well meaning and respectful kids, but Miss Kelci is just a different breed, she is sweet, loving and kind.
Kelci is the kind of girl that will always do her parents proud, because she genuinely loves them. Don't get me wrong she's also the typical young lady who loves the Mall, and loves her girlfriends, but family is always first for her, and that's what makes her so special.
We could never have asked for a greater gift of friendship than having the Lloyds live next door to us, and Vickie and I both want to say, Miss Kelci have the happiest of birthdays...stay as sweet as you are.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always...and take a minute of everyday to hug a great child, and tell them how precious they are. It will put music in your heart.
Saturday, March 03, 2007
Don't Quit
Normally I start off my postings with some semi anecdotal standpoint, but this time I'm going to start where I normally end, by telling you to support live music today tomorrow and always.
I know that its been a few weeks since I posted last, but the truth is I have been just a little busy, on a couple of fronts, and I had to take some time off to get it done. Also, we haven't been doing too much band work, nor have I done much solo work, so as the saying goes...no news is good news.
Anyway, I've been thinking alot lately about what it would be like for me if I gave up playing music, or just retired from it (...this is not to say that it's going to happen). I wondered if I could be happy, and fulfilled, could I go and just be a casual listener.
I also wondered what that reality is like for people who retire after working hard for years and years, why so many of them seem to pass away after just finally getting to do what the want with the rest of their lives, and why so many folks simply work 'til they drop.
Where is the balance in all of this ? Are we afraid to prepare for the end ? Is the end of work, the end of life ?
When I was young(er), I used to look at the world with such fascination, and tried to see my place in it, as a working professional musician. I used ot watch my Godfather practice his saxophone for hours, but never saw him go to a gig. One day I simply asked him why does he do that, spend so much time practicing to go nowhere ? His response was "because I can't quit it." When pressed for the meaning of that statement, he said that the music was in him so deeply that he could not give it up, so even though he was not involved in the business of music any longer, he still felt compelled to make his horn sing, if for no one else but his own pleasure.
The fact that he stayed so diligent about it lead him to be my first formal teacher, and he instilled a love so deeply in me for music that I know that I won't quit it...and believe me I've tried.
There's a poem that I'm certain most of you have heard, but it truly fits here, and you can substitute whatever you're passionate about here...
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, when the road you're trudging seems all up hill, when the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile, but you have to sigh, when care is pressing you down a bit, rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns, as everyone of us sometimes learns, and many a failure turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out; don't give up, though the pace seems slow, you might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man, often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor's cup. And he learned too late, when the night slipped down, how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out, the silver tint of the clouds of doubt, and you never can tell how close you are, it may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, it's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
Indeed, these are words to live by...
I truly admire people who "keep on trying 'til they reach their higher ground (thanks to Stevie Wonder for that line...).
So why then did I begin this post with my tag line ? Because as much as we need air to breathe, we need music to be a source to soothe our savage souls...so, remember that life may throw you into fits, but music can move and shake you , so don't quit.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
I know that its been a few weeks since I posted last, but the truth is I have been just a little busy, on a couple of fronts, and I had to take some time off to get it done. Also, we haven't been doing too much band work, nor have I done much solo work, so as the saying goes...no news is good news.
Anyway, I've been thinking alot lately about what it would be like for me if I gave up playing music, or just retired from it (...this is not to say that it's going to happen). I wondered if I could be happy, and fulfilled, could I go and just be a casual listener.
I also wondered what that reality is like for people who retire after working hard for years and years, why so many of them seem to pass away after just finally getting to do what the want with the rest of their lives, and why so many folks simply work 'til they drop.
Where is the balance in all of this ? Are we afraid to prepare for the end ? Is the end of work, the end of life ?
When I was young(er), I used to look at the world with such fascination, and tried to see my place in it, as a working professional musician. I used ot watch my Godfather practice his saxophone for hours, but never saw him go to a gig. One day I simply asked him why does he do that, spend so much time practicing to go nowhere ? His response was "because I can't quit it." When pressed for the meaning of that statement, he said that the music was in him so deeply that he could not give it up, so even though he was not involved in the business of music any longer, he still felt compelled to make his horn sing, if for no one else but his own pleasure.
The fact that he stayed so diligent about it lead him to be my first formal teacher, and he instilled a love so deeply in me for music that I know that I won't quit it...and believe me I've tried.
There's a poem that I'm certain most of you have heard, but it truly fits here, and you can substitute whatever you're passionate about here...
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will, when the road you're trudging seems all up hill, when the funds are low and the debts are high, and you want to smile, but you have to sigh, when care is pressing you down a bit, rest if you must, but don't you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns, as everyone of us sometimes learns, and many a failure turns about when he might have won had he stuck it out; don't give up, though the pace seems slow, you might succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than it seems to a faint and faltering man, often the struggler has given up when he might have captured the victor's cup. And he learned too late, when the night slipped down, how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out, the silver tint of the clouds of doubt, and you never can tell how close you are, it may be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you're hardest hit, it's when things seem worst that you mustn't quit.
Indeed, these are words to live by...
I truly admire people who "keep on trying 'til they reach their higher ground (thanks to Stevie Wonder for that line...).
So why then did I begin this post with my tag line ? Because as much as we need air to breathe, we need music to be a source to soothe our savage souls...so, remember that life may throw you into fits, but music can move and shake you , so don't quit.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Monday, February 12, 2007
My Grammy Speech
Last night as most of you know was the 49th annual Grammy Awards, which honor best and brightest of the music industry.
In a rare evening at home I got to watch and enjoy the entire festivity.
First of all let me say Mary J.Blige was the absolute best, as well as Christina Aguilera, and so were many of the other performers.
As I watched, I thought about the fact that I've always wished to be there as a nominee, or a performer, and I thought about my acceptance speech had I won a statue...
It would go along these lines:
I want to thank Allah (God) for the many gifts that He has bestowed on me, but mainly I want to thank him for creating my Mother and Father, and my Sisters because without them there would be no me.
I want to secondly thank my wife Vickie, and our family for all that they have had to contend with in the chasing of my dreams...in the words of the great Paul Simon, "God bless the absentee." I love you with all my heart honey.
The list of people that I've had in my life who have inspired, and believed in me is far too great to name in this short period.
I want to say that dreams can and do come true, but you must first and foremost believe that you are greater than your circumstances and work hard everyday to see those dreams bear fruit. Thank you so much, good night and good luck.
Yeah, I fantasize alot about things like that, but I don't obsess about it; mainly because in truth I am a working musician, and I am happy building the small roads that I build to people like me.
I am comfortable in my skin (warts and all...), I feel gratified that many people have heard me do what I do and are pleased with it.
To me, it's the people of middle America, the ones that go to work every day, and get nothing for their troubles that I most want to thank, because with little or no money they come out to hear us, and support our dreams, and make us feel like we're worth the same effort that the big stars get. They dance to our music, and dream right along with us, and that is something that no night on the red carpet could ever compete with, and I sincerely hope and pray that I'll never forget that my dreams came true because of people like you.
Thanks so much. I love you dearly...everyone.
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In a rare evening at home I got to watch and enjoy the entire festivity.
First of all let me say Mary J.Blige was the absolute best, as well as Christina Aguilera, and so were many of the other performers.
As I watched, I thought about the fact that I've always wished to be there as a nominee, or a performer, and I thought about my acceptance speech had I won a statue...
It would go along these lines:
I want to thank Allah (God) for the many gifts that He has bestowed on me, but mainly I want to thank him for creating my Mother and Father, and my Sisters because without them there would be no me.
I want to secondly thank my wife Vickie, and our family for all that they have had to contend with in the chasing of my dreams...in the words of the great Paul Simon, "God bless the absentee." I love you with all my heart honey.
The list of people that I've had in my life who have inspired, and believed in me is far too great to name in this short period.
I want to say that dreams can and do come true, but you must first and foremost believe that you are greater than your circumstances and work hard everyday to see those dreams bear fruit. Thank you so much, good night and good luck.
Yeah, I fantasize alot about things like that, but I don't obsess about it; mainly because in truth I am a working musician, and I am happy building the small roads that I build to people like me.
I am comfortable in my skin (warts and all...), I feel gratified that many people have heard me do what I do and are pleased with it.
To me, it's the people of middle America, the ones that go to work every day, and get nothing for their troubles that I most want to thank, because with little or no money they come out to hear us, and support our dreams, and make us feel like we're worth the same effort that the big stars get. They dance to our music, and dream right along with us, and that is something that no night on the red carpet could ever compete with, and I sincerely hope and pray that I'll never forget that my dreams came true because of people like you.
Thanks so much. I love you dearly...everyone.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always
Friday, February 09, 2007
By Any Means Necessary
When Malcolm X was alive, he was very fond of saying that we need to achieve equality by any means necessary, over the years though , those necessities have cost us some valuable things, including lives. So I decided that for myself I would choose another path.
The path that I've chosen is music...
Don't get me wrong, even music has cost some their lives (think John Lennon, etc...), but I still feel as though I can help people positively in my musical guise.
None the less I still am as careful as possible when trying to edify people...after all it's only my opinion, and everyone is not entitled to it, meaning that just because I have an opinion doesn't make me right about how I feel on certain subjects, so I have to choose my opinion forums carefully.
Musicians are social critics, good bad or indifferent. We live in this world and like you we too must exist in it.
In a perfect world we would have music, but it would be someone's own definition of what that music would be...for all of us. So imagine my happiness to know that I have a choice as to what moves me, and that I'm not limited to the choices of the powers that be. Being here in America means that as an African American I can listen to and enjoy Country music, as a male I can curl up with a great song sung by a female and have myself a good cry (and believe me, I often do...)
I'm saying all of this to say that I'm glad that there is music in my life. All kinds of music. I'm lucky to be able to play it as well as hear it, and proport it as I feel it.
Although I enjoy sports (mainly baseball), it was never an aspiration that I had. Over the years, I've heard all kind of analogies trying to explain why we have such reverence for sports figures, but think about it for just a moment, even those sports figures need and listen to music. Who fares better ?
I think that right now while the world is in such a chaotic state, we would all do well to just sit back grab some sounds, relax and let the music take us.
We should take any song that moves us, and make it our mantra, our catalysts, and our beacons to leading the world toward being positive. Be a Redneck with roses, or a gangsta of love, but use your music to fuel the fire of brotherhood and sisterhood. Use any and all kinds of music to help liberate, educate, and accentuate by any means necessary.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
The path that I've chosen is music...
Don't get me wrong, even music has cost some their lives (think John Lennon, etc...), but I still feel as though I can help people positively in my musical guise.
None the less I still am as careful as possible when trying to edify people...after all it's only my opinion, and everyone is not entitled to it, meaning that just because I have an opinion doesn't make me right about how I feel on certain subjects, so I have to choose my opinion forums carefully.
Musicians are social critics, good bad or indifferent. We live in this world and like you we too must exist in it.
In a perfect world we would have music, but it would be someone's own definition of what that music would be...for all of us. So imagine my happiness to know that I have a choice as to what moves me, and that I'm not limited to the choices of the powers that be. Being here in America means that as an African American I can listen to and enjoy Country music, as a male I can curl up with a great song sung by a female and have myself a good cry (and believe me, I often do...)
I'm saying all of this to say that I'm glad that there is music in my life. All kinds of music. I'm lucky to be able to play it as well as hear it, and proport it as I feel it.
Although I enjoy sports (mainly baseball), it was never an aspiration that I had. Over the years, I've heard all kind of analogies trying to explain why we have such reverence for sports figures, but think about it for just a moment, even those sports figures need and listen to music. Who fares better ?
I think that right now while the world is in such a chaotic state, we would all do well to just sit back grab some sounds, relax and let the music take us.
We should take any song that moves us, and make it our mantra, our catalysts, and our beacons to leading the world toward being positive. Be a Redneck with roses, or a gangsta of love, but use your music to fuel the fire of brotherhood and sisterhood. Use any and all kinds of music to help liberate, educate, and accentuate by any means necessary.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, January 14, 2007
Remembering Michael Brecker
All musicians have heroes whom we emulate, imitate, and admire. For any singer or instrumentalist there is always a path that we can trace to see our musical lineage.
Most everyone who knows me, knows that I have the greatest admiration for saxophonist David Sanborn, and just about everyone in his lineage, but prior to my discovery, and subsequent friendship with the altoist, I was extremely moved by the sound of tenor saxophonist Michael Brecker...one half of the one of the most famous horn sections in the world, The Brecker Brothers.
Along with his equally talented brother Randy, Michael paved a way for people like me to enjoy our chosen instruments, not only by looking and sounding cool, but also being very New York hip...by being just damn good musicians.
During the rise of Disco music in the 70's, when instrumental music like jazz was losing favor among the so called "ultra chic," Michael and the the rest of the Brecker Brothers band were churning out some sounds that were a force to be reckoned with, and as a great result, Disco made its final bow, and we got back to music...with seasoned musicians.
I had the very good fortune to meet Mike in the early 80's at home in New York, and we became good friends, and through him I met and became close to a small cadre of musicians who were my heroes. Mike was an ever encouraging pat on the back when he'd see you in the street, a great cheerleader of musicians, much like Oprah Winfrey is for rest of the world, Michael Brecker was for us in the music world.
In recent years he battled serious illness, but still kept going, still kept playing, which for me has been a clear signal to keep reaching up from the shadows of music to the light.
I will always be grateful to Allah (God) for allowing me the privilege to befriend this wonderful, and ultra talented man, and in his spirit I will never cease trying.
When you hear the sound of the beautiful tenor saxophone, please think fondly of Michael Brecker.
Here is just a short list of CD's, and songs where you can get the essence of Michael:
1.The Brecker Brothers- "Back to Back," "I Love Wastin' Time With You."
2.Phoebe Snow- "Never Letting Go," "We're Children."
3.Steely Dan- "Gaucho," " Babylon Sisters."
4.James Brown- "Living In America," Living In America."
5.Horace Silver- "Song For My Father,"
Michael Brecker 1949-2007
Good night Brother.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Most everyone who knows me, knows that I have the greatest admiration for saxophonist David Sanborn, and just about everyone in his lineage, but prior to my discovery, and subsequent friendship with the altoist, I was extremely moved by the sound of tenor saxophonist Michael Brecker...one half of the one of the most famous horn sections in the world, The Brecker Brothers.
Along with his equally talented brother Randy, Michael paved a way for people like me to enjoy our chosen instruments, not only by looking and sounding cool, but also being very New York hip...by being just damn good musicians.
During the rise of Disco music in the 70's, when instrumental music like jazz was losing favor among the so called "ultra chic," Michael and the the rest of the Brecker Brothers band were churning out some sounds that were a force to be reckoned with, and as a great result, Disco made its final bow, and we got back to music...with seasoned musicians.
I had the very good fortune to meet Mike in the early 80's at home in New York, and we became good friends, and through him I met and became close to a small cadre of musicians who were my heroes. Mike was an ever encouraging pat on the back when he'd see you in the street, a great cheerleader of musicians, much like Oprah Winfrey is for rest of the world, Michael Brecker was for us in the music world.
In recent years he battled serious illness, but still kept going, still kept playing, which for me has been a clear signal to keep reaching up from the shadows of music to the light.
I will always be grateful to Allah (God) for allowing me the privilege to befriend this wonderful, and ultra talented man, and in his spirit I will never cease trying.
When you hear the sound of the beautiful tenor saxophone, please think fondly of Michael Brecker.
Here is just a short list of CD's, and songs where you can get the essence of Michael:
1.The Brecker Brothers- "Back to Back," "I Love Wastin' Time With You."
2.Phoebe Snow- "Never Letting Go," "We're Children."
3.Steely Dan- "Gaucho," " Babylon Sisters."
4.James Brown- "Living In America," Living In America."
5.Horace Silver- "Song For My Father,"
Michael Brecker 1949-2007
Good night Brother.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
Tomorrow, the World...
When I was a teenager, I went to the only all Black Military School in the world. It was called St.Emma Military Academy. Located along the beautiful James River in Powhatan Virginia, St Emma was a school originally created for runaway slaves in 1863. By the time that I went there, it was a school for kids in crisis.
From everywhere in the United States, and from U.S. territories we came; because for us, our Parents wanted a better life than many of us were being given. Some were victims of crime, some of us created those crimes, and some still, just needed a break from the vagaries of life.
In my case, my Mom was employed at the Bronx District Attorney's Office, and had seen first hand what life could be for little Black boys in New York. She'd seen her fair share of these boys in hand cuffs, arrested for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. For choosing the wrong crowd to hang out with, for not being treated the same as some of our racially different counterparts in school.
The straw that broke the camels back for my Mother came when I was in the 7th grade, and there was transit strike in New York City. During that time I had to live with my Aunt and Uncle for a short period,because I lived too far to be driven with enough time for her to be at work on time.
Anyway, I had a teacher in my last period class who was pretty mean (she will remain nameless...), and one afternoon I had to go to the bathroom badly, but this teacher would not let me leave the room.Subsequently, on the way home I had an accident, and my aunt Jeri was furious with me at first, but when she realized what had truly happened she got even angrier. When talking with my Mother later that night, my Mom just cried and cried, and said that she was going to do something about that.So later on near the end of the year she started looking around for boarding schools.
One afternoon, she was feeling pretty down, and was speaking to one of the elevator operators in the building where she worked, Rosie Brown told her "Carmen, you gotta send that child to St.Emma." When my Mom found out the history of that school, and the success that it had in changing the lives of Black boys to positive ones, off I went.
I didn't fight it, because I believed more in my family than I did in the streets.
Fast forward 4 years...
As each year passed along I noticed more and more changes in me.Yes, it was a serious struggle, but I stuck it out, and I graduated.
On the day of graduation, I was one of the last people to climb aboard the bus bound for New York City, and my words as I entered were...today St.Emma, tomorrow, the world.Fast forward again, this time many, many years, to 2007. My life is supremely blessed, I have the gift of a Wife and home life, I have the cherished gift of tremendous friendships from all walks of life, and all manner of people. One of the things that I cherish the most is that I have the gift of music, and that gift has taken me all over the world, figuratively, and literally.
So, as we pass through into the beginning stages of this new year, I want to wish each of you good luck in your endeavors. With a song in your hearts, step over your threshold, and proclaim...today (fill in your own blank here____________), St Emma, tomorrow, the world.
This post is dedicated to the following: Vickie S.Tuitt, Kendra N.Dunham RN, Marty Adams, The Carpenter Ants,Jimmy and Patsy Julius and family, Angela Sabarese, Amy Bowe, Yvonne Brown, Ahmed Solomon,and Brianne Barton,Tracy Herz, Robbin Thompson, Sherry Pasquarello, Don Dixon, Steve Ferguson, Larry Groce, Kathy Clark, Jennifer Wagner, Joel Ison, Charles and Tammy Loyd, Peggy Triplett, Pam Hacker, Garnett Clark, Rebecca Van der Meer, Mary Savage, Lora Ward, Amy Arey,Terry Lowry, Spurgie and Marty Hankins, Susan L.Cavender MD, Michael Romeo DDS, Kevin and Jennifer Kidd, Rebecca Burch, Quasar, Imam Jamal Daoudi, Samuel Majied, the Islamic Center of West Virginia, Jim Snyder, Tina Coll, Darrell "Homie"Ramsey, April Ritter, Rebecca Burch, Oprah Winfrey, and the New York Yankees.
Each of these people have given my life meaning beyond measure, and love without conditions, and you've enriched the lives of others as well. May Allah continue to bless you, as you grace our world...always
(if you don't see your names here, it doesn't mean that you weren't thought of...)
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
From everywhere in the United States, and from U.S. territories we came; because for us, our Parents wanted a better life than many of us were being given. Some were victims of crime, some of us created those crimes, and some still, just needed a break from the vagaries of life.
In my case, my Mom was employed at the Bronx District Attorney's Office, and had seen first hand what life could be for little Black boys in New York. She'd seen her fair share of these boys in hand cuffs, arrested for being at the wrong place at the wrong time. For choosing the wrong crowd to hang out with, for not being treated the same as some of our racially different counterparts in school.
The straw that broke the camels back for my Mother came when I was in the 7th grade, and there was transit strike in New York City. During that time I had to live with my Aunt and Uncle for a short period,because I lived too far to be driven with enough time for her to be at work on time.
Anyway, I had a teacher in my last period class who was pretty mean (she will remain nameless...), and one afternoon I had to go to the bathroom badly, but this teacher would not let me leave the room.Subsequently, on the way home I had an accident, and my aunt Jeri was furious with me at first, but when she realized what had truly happened she got even angrier. When talking with my Mother later that night, my Mom just cried and cried, and said that she was going to do something about that.So later on near the end of the year she started looking around for boarding schools.
One afternoon, she was feeling pretty down, and was speaking to one of the elevator operators in the building where she worked, Rosie Brown told her "Carmen, you gotta send that child to St.Emma." When my Mom found out the history of that school, and the success that it had in changing the lives of Black boys to positive ones, off I went.
I didn't fight it, because I believed more in my family than I did in the streets.
Fast forward 4 years...
As each year passed along I noticed more and more changes in me.Yes, it was a serious struggle, but I stuck it out, and I graduated.
On the day of graduation, I was one of the last people to climb aboard the bus bound for New York City, and my words as I entered were...today St.Emma, tomorrow, the world.Fast forward again, this time many, many years, to 2007. My life is supremely blessed, I have the gift of a Wife and home life, I have the cherished gift of tremendous friendships from all walks of life, and all manner of people. One of the things that I cherish the most is that I have the gift of music, and that gift has taken me all over the world, figuratively, and literally.
So, as we pass through into the beginning stages of this new year, I want to wish each of you good luck in your endeavors. With a song in your hearts, step over your threshold, and proclaim...today (fill in your own blank here____________), St Emma, tomorrow, the world.
This post is dedicated to the following: Vickie S.Tuitt, Kendra N.Dunham RN, Marty Adams, The Carpenter Ants,Jimmy and Patsy Julius and family, Angela Sabarese, Amy Bowe, Yvonne Brown, Ahmed Solomon,and Brianne Barton,Tracy Herz, Robbin Thompson, Sherry Pasquarello, Don Dixon, Steve Ferguson, Larry Groce, Kathy Clark, Jennifer Wagner, Joel Ison, Charles and Tammy Loyd, Peggy Triplett, Pam Hacker, Garnett Clark, Rebecca Van der Meer, Mary Savage, Lora Ward, Amy Arey,Terry Lowry, Spurgie and Marty Hankins, Susan L.Cavender MD, Michael Romeo DDS, Kevin and Jennifer Kidd, Rebecca Burch, Quasar, Imam Jamal Daoudi, Samuel Majied, the Islamic Center of West Virginia, Jim Snyder, Tina Coll, Darrell "Homie"Ramsey, April Ritter, Rebecca Burch, Oprah Winfrey, and the New York Yankees.
Each of these people have given my life meaning beyond measure, and love without conditions, and you've enriched the lives of others as well. May Allah continue to bless you, as you grace our world...always
(if you don't see your names here, it doesn't mean that you weren't thought of...)
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Saturday, December 30, 2006
Happy New Year
Forgive me, as it's been quite awhile since I joined you last, and the last few posts have been more memorials than testaments to music (although they were equally as important, because they were about folks who mattered to me...and you)
In the last few months, I've been going through a few personal changes that I really needed to address. These things often take time to figure out, and in order to get through them, we must take that time...so I did.
I've gotten more than a few e-mails from you asking where I've been, and if I've lost interest in sharing my story. The answer is definitely NO. I'm even more committed to telling you about my journey to music than ever; so don't go away just yet. OK !!
Anyway, I'll be gone for just about another week, then I'll be back in business, so please, HANG IN THERE with me.
In the meantime, I want to tell you all that you matter to me more than you could ever realize. I still look forward to hearing from you, and I have every intention to continue standing in the shadows of music, but moving more into the light.
Thank you all for a wonderful year, I wish you every blessing, success, and heartfelt desire that you strive toward. Keep your light burning, and your head looking toward the sky.
Until I'm back with you here, have a very happy, and safe New Year.
Lovingly,Charlie Tee :-)
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
In the last few months, I've been going through a few personal changes that I really needed to address. These things often take time to figure out, and in order to get through them, we must take that time...so I did.
I've gotten more than a few e-mails from you asking where I've been, and if I've lost interest in sharing my story. The answer is definitely NO. I'm even more committed to telling you about my journey to music than ever; so don't go away just yet. OK !!
Anyway, I'll be gone for just about another week, then I'll be back in business, so please, HANG IN THERE with me.
In the meantime, I want to tell you all that you matter to me more than you could ever realize. I still look forward to hearing from you, and I have every intention to continue standing in the shadows of music, but moving more into the light.
Thank you all for a wonderful year, I wish you every blessing, success, and heartfelt desire that you strive toward. Keep your light burning, and your head looking toward the sky.
Until I'm back with you here, have a very happy, and safe New Year.
Lovingly,Charlie Tee :-)
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Monday, December 25, 2006
Remembering James Brown
This may very well be one of the saddest days of our life...
Along with many other people who have left us throughout this year, I was stopped dead in my tracks, when I learned of the death of the "Godfather of Soul," James Brown.
There are people who come into our lives and move us, then there are people who by the very mention of their name create images of positiveness, joy and light. James was in that group.
I was in high school, and can remember vividly where I was when I heard him for the first time, while coming through a locker room in my dormitory..."say it loud, I'm Black and I'm proud."
You have to understand, Negroes (as we were referred to back then) didn't say things like that, not openly, and most assuredly not in a public forum such as music. But you see a few years before we lost Malcolm X, then we lost Bobby Kennedy, then Dr.Martin Luther King, and Black America was reaching a boiling point that may have spilled out and scorched everyone. They were killing our leaders, and trying to hold us back, they were turning us on each other, then all of a sudden, out of seemingly nowhere comes a man from poverty, who faced the same demons we did, and who looked like us, and through 8 words changed us all forever..."SAY IT LOUD, I'M BLACK AND I'M PROUD.
Let me tell you, it changed everything from the ballot to the bullet. For many many years to come those 8 words caused mankind to see us as human beings, and not as chattel.
Throughout his life, James Brown would be an example to us all, good, bad ,and indifferent. We watched as his life unfolded before our eyes, and he didn't hide it from us...the pleasures of excess, and the pain of success, he showed it all, and told us the difference.
He entertained us true, but he also educated us, on so many levels...a debt that we'll be forever paying back.
When we think about how we feel good in our lives today, we must always remember to stop and say thanks to "Soul Brother Number One," the hardest working man in show business," Mr Dynamite," and because of people like him we are "living " in America.
James Brown 1933-2006
Good night Brother.
Get on the good foot... Support Live music today tomorrow and always, and when you do, remember that "this is a man's world, but it wouldn't be nothing without a woman or a girl."
Along with many other people who have left us throughout this year, I was stopped dead in my tracks, when I learned of the death of the "Godfather of Soul," James Brown.
There are people who come into our lives and move us, then there are people who by the very mention of their name create images of positiveness, joy and light. James was in that group.
I was in high school, and can remember vividly where I was when I heard him for the first time, while coming through a locker room in my dormitory..."say it loud, I'm Black and I'm proud."
You have to understand, Negroes (as we were referred to back then) didn't say things like that, not openly, and most assuredly not in a public forum such as music. But you see a few years before we lost Malcolm X, then we lost Bobby Kennedy, then Dr.Martin Luther King, and Black America was reaching a boiling point that may have spilled out and scorched everyone. They were killing our leaders, and trying to hold us back, they were turning us on each other, then all of a sudden, out of seemingly nowhere comes a man from poverty, who faced the same demons we did, and who looked like us, and through 8 words changed us all forever..."SAY IT LOUD, I'M BLACK AND I'M PROUD.
Let me tell you, it changed everything from the ballot to the bullet. For many many years to come those 8 words caused mankind to see us as human beings, and not as chattel.
Throughout his life, James Brown would be an example to us all, good, bad ,and indifferent. We watched as his life unfolded before our eyes, and he didn't hide it from us...the pleasures of excess, and the pain of success, he showed it all, and told us the difference.
He entertained us true, but he also educated us, on so many levels...a debt that we'll be forever paying back.
When we think about how we feel good in our lives today, we must always remember to stop and say thanks to "Soul Brother Number One," the hardest working man in show business," Mr Dynamite," and because of people like him we are "living " in America.
James Brown 1933-2006
Good night Brother.
Get on the good foot... Support Live music today tomorrow and always, and when you do, remember that "this is a man's world, but it wouldn't be nothing without a woman or a girl."
Sunday, November 12, 2006
Remembering Ed Bradley
For many people, the mention of their name conjurs up all types of pictures. When you say Ali, you know that your dealing with the greatest, but when you say Ed Bradley, immediately you think of the cool gaze, the effortless interview, getting to the bottom of a story without really trying.
All of these things described and summed up CBS Sixty Minutes correspondent Ed Bradley. In this way he was the greatest, he was the coolest, and he was very much the consumate professional at his chosen craft, the interview. But he was much bigger than that as well.
To me he represented the style of a true friend and brother, one who will in one phase, build you up, and in another make you feel lower than low, by making you face yourself...warts and all.
It's not easy in any sense to get people to expose themselves, but somehow he made it look easy, he also made it feel easy to his viewers.
During this time since his death, they have shown countless interviews that he conducted, and I watched with tears in my eyes looking back at how he gave Black people a sense of pride, honor, and dignity. He did it with the kind of cool that is reserved for James Bond, and spies like that.
Ed Bradley just simply exuded cool. He to television was what Miles Davis was to jazz...brilliant.
My heart is very sad at his demise, but I know that somewhere in Heaven is a bearded man with an earring, and a gap between his teeth who can now sit back and enjoy all of the jazz greats that he loved, in person, and I thank him for his life and his gift to us all.
Ed Bradley 1941-2006
Good night brother.
All of these things described and summed up CBS Sixty Minutes correspondent Ed Bradley. In this way he was the greatest, he was the coolest, and he was very much the consumate professional at his chosen craft, the interview. But he was much bigger than that as well.
To me he represented the style of a true friend and brother, one who will in one phase, build you up, and in another make you feel lower than low, by making you face yourself...warts and all.
It's not easy in any sense to get people to expose themselves, but somehow he made it look easy, he also made it feel easy to his viewers.
During this time since his death, they have shown countless interviews that he conducted, and I watched with tears in my eyes looking back at how he gave Black people a sense of pride, honor, and dignity. He did it with the kind of cool that is reserved for James Bond, and spies like that.
Ed Bradley just simply exuded cool. He to television was what Miles Davis was to jazz...brilliant.
My heart is very sad at his demise, but I know that somewhere in Heaven is a bearded man with an earring, and a gap between his teeth who can now sit back and enjoy all of the jazz greats that he loved, in person, and I thank him for his life and his gift to us all.
Ed Bradley 1941-2006
Good night brother.
Friday, November 10, 2006
Byrd is the Word
What an exciting week this has been for me. I don't often get to share in history making, but on Monday and Tuesday the Carpenter Ants played for the Democratic Rally in Marmet WV, and in Charleston. Both events featured now re-elected Senator Robert C.Byrd.
I'm not dictating anyone's politics, but Senator Byrd really has made a great case for this state, and truly for the nation with his politics.
It's rare to see music and politics fit so nicely together, but for some reason, the political folks seem to have the Ants on their radar. We've been very fortunate to be asked to rally the voters on several occasions over the last few years, and for me it has been a great honor. I've gotten to voice my opinion in my own way...musically, and I've been able to help put our band on the map.
So many people spoke favorably of us during these campaigns, and marveled at our musicianship that even those who weren't necessarily in one camp or another found themselves enjoying our message... and the message is LEARNING TO WORK TOGETHER.
When I was in New York, I came to realize that there is politics in pretty much eveything, and in order to rise above it sometimes one has to resort to politicing, meaning that you have to play this game where you cater to the powers that be (whoever the heck they are...).
Making that choice is difficult, because no one wants to be seen as someone who kissed someone else's rear end to get to the top, but it does happen, and you either have to live with it and move on, or have thick skin about it. Which is why the whole notion of music and politics seem so foreign to me.
People like Senator Byrd have lived life on their own terms, they rise to the top by being real, mistakes and all. I have come to have admiration for him, because he lived through his life, and overcame, in the same way that the song " We Shall Overcome," states. By putting God on his side and walking forward hand in hand with his beautiful wife Erma who is now in Heaven.
So for me Byrd is the word, for working hard, being fair, and certainly being a rebel with a cause, to help the people of the great state of West Virginia, and the people of this country.
In my hopes, and dreams, I want to be an agent of change for people. A beacon of light in darkness, and real friend...and I want to make mine with music.
This post is dedicated to Senator Robert C.Byrd (D-WV),
This post is also dedicated to Mark Ferrell, thank you for linking us with the campaign.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always...and be certain to vote when you are able, it really can make a difference.
I'm not dictating anyone's politics, but Senator Byrd really has made a great case for this state, and truly for the nation with his politics.
It's rare to see music and politics fit so nicely together, but for some reason, the political folks seem to have the Ants on their radar. We've been very fortunate to be asked to rally the voters on several occasions over the last few years, and for me it has been a great honor. I've gotten to voice my opinion in my own way...musically, and I've been able to help put our band on the map.
So many people spoke favorably of us during these campaigns, and marveled at our musicianship that even those who weren't necessarily in one camp or another found themselves enjoying our message... and the message is LEARNING TO WORK TOGETHER.
When I was in New York, I came to realize that there is politics in pretty much eveything, and in order to rise above it sometimes one has to resort to politicing, meaning that you have to play this game where you cater to the powers that be (whoever the heck they are...).
Making that choice is difficult, because no one wants to be seen as someone who kissed someone else's rear end to get to the top, but it does happen, and you either have to live with it and move on, or have thick skin about it. Which is why the whole notion of music and politics seem so foreign to me.
People like Senator Byrd have lived life on their own terms, they rise to the top by being real, mistakes and all. I have come to have admiration for him, because he lived through his life, and overcame, in the same way that the song " We Shall Overcome," states. By putting God on his side and walking forward hand in hand with his beautiful wife Erma who is now in Heaven.
So for me Byrd is the word, for working hard, being fair, and certainly being a rebel with a cause, to help the people of the great state of West Virginia, and the people of this country.
In my hopes, and dreams, I want to be an agent of change for people. A beacon of light in darkness, and real friend...and I want to make mine with music.
This post is dedicated to Senator Robert C.Byrd (D-WV),
This post is also dedicated to Mark Ferrell, thank you for linking us with the campaign.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always...and be certain to vote when you are able, it really can make a difference.
Tuesday, October 24, 2006
Something About the Ditty
With this posting I want to clear up some mis-conceptions about a form of music and how negative comments about that form seem to always surface at the most inopportune times...the form of music that I'm talking about is called a "Ditty."
By definition, a ditty is a simple song, or a simple poem meant to be sung as a song.
There are a few of these that come to my mind, "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny,Yellow Polka Dot Bikini," "Alley Oop,"and " The Streak," are just a few of the hundreds, literally thousands of songs out there like them, and often times, the artists who composed them have endured ridicule, as well as being the brunt of many jokes...good bad and indifferent.
My reasons for tackling this subject is that over the weekend the Carpenter Ants played a gig in Shelby, North Carolina. It was a beautiful day for a drive, and we set out with intention to have fun and bring some good music to the nice folks of this town...and by most accounts we did.
If you have been listening to the Ants of the last several years, you know that we have fun by the barrel full. As the lead vocalist and frontman, it's sort of my job to tie our music together and set it forth to the masses. I try to do this with a combination of musicianship, interacting with the audience, and just plainly having fun with what I do.
Take it or leave it, love it or hate it, I have used our music to entertain, enthrall, enlighten, educate and edify our audiences. Sometimes I hit the mark, and sometimes, try as I may I don't get near first base with people.
One of the songs that we recently started doing is called "The Sausage Song," it's a fun romp of a song about reversal of the battle of the sexes. It also turns the tide on men thinking that we can have our way with women. The song is a ditty, although when we set the song up, we poke fun by saying that it's a "hillbilly polka." The song is not intended to offend anyone, but as stated above merely intended to poke fun.
So imagine my complete surprise when a lady at one of the gigs on Saturday told me that "God would be very mad with me for singing that song." When I told her that I understood how she felt, she then says, "you understand, but do you agree ?"
Truth is not only do I not understand, I don't agree either. The song is just a ditty, remember, a simple song. It's not meant to be the greatest story ever told.
That comment by her, and a comment that I got here on a recent blog posting got me thinking...is there something about the ditty ?
Why is it that when these songs surface, there arises such controversy ? Could we be taking ourselves so seriously that we've completely forgotten how to have a laugh ?
I'm almost afraid to know the answer to this, given the hostility with which this woman cursed me to my Lord.
I guess the only recourse that I have is to tell this lady, on one hand, that I'm sorry that she was offended, but on the other hand, madam, get a grip !! To condemn me for trying to entertain you, is like condemning me because I'm Black; it's just foolish, especially in this day and age.
Now that doesn't mean that I'm in favor everything that is un-godly, but surely you know the difference between being preached to, and following in the way of Satan. If you look inside my heart and understand my actions, you'd easily see that I'm not trying to offend anyone.
Did I arrive at your station with any hostility ? Did I not try to shake a hand and make a friend ?
Of course not, so why not try your best to see the humor in what I'm saying, and let God sort out for himself those who are saints and those who are sinners.
We all need to lighten up just a bit in the world. If we're so bent on ridding ourselves of Satan, one of the best ways that I can think of, is to learn to respect each other, and learn the difference between a simple song, and one that espouses hatred, and loathing.
So madam streak on down the alley... oops, in your itsy bitsy teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini.
I know, I'm so bad, dang me, ya oughta take a rope 'n' hang me, high from the highest tree...
I can't help myself, there's just something about the ditty.
signed, lovingly, A-hab, the A-rab.
With all due respect to Paul Vance, and Ray Stevens (the authors of the above mentioned songs.).
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
By definition, a ditty is a simple song, or a simple poem meant to be sung as a song.
There are a few of these that come to my mind, "Itsy Bitsy Teeny Weeny,Yellow Polka Dot Bikini," "Alley Oop,"and " The Streak," are just a few of the hundreds, literally thousands of songs out there like them, and often times, the artists who composed them have endured ridicule, as well as being the brunt of many jokes...good bad and indifferent.
My reasons for tackling this subject is that over the weekend the Carpenter Ants played a gig in Shelby, North Carolina. It was a beautiful day for a drive, and we set out with intention to have fun and bring some good music to the nice folks of this town...and by most accounts we did.
If you have been listening to the Ants of the last several years, you know that we have fun by the barrel full. As the lead vocalist and frontman, it's sort of my job to tie our music together and set it forth to the masses. I try to do this with a combination of musicianship, interacting with the audience, and just plainly having fun with what I do.
Take it or leave it, love it or hate it, I have used our music to entertain, enthrall, enlighten, educate and edify our audiences. Sometimes I hit the mark, and sometimes, try as I may I don't get near first base with people.
One of the songs that we recently started doing is called "The Sausage Song," it's a fun romp of a song about reversal of the battle of the sexes. It also turns the tide on men thinking that we can have our way with women. The song is a ditty, although when we set the song up, we poke fun by saying that it's a "hillbilly polka." The song is not intended to offend anyone, but as stated above merely intended to poke fun.
So imagine my complete surprise when a lady at one of the gigs on Saturday told me that "God would be very mad with me for singing that song." When I told her that I understood how she felt, she then says, "you understand, but do you agree ?"
Truth is not only do I not understand, I don't agree either. The song is just a ditty, remember, a simple song. It's not meant to be the greatest story ever told.
That comment by her, and a comment that I got here on a recent blog posting got me thinking...is there something about the ditty ?
Why is it that when these songs surface, there arises such controversy ? Could we be taking ourselves so seriously that we've completely forgotten how to have a laugh ?
I'm almost afraid to know the answer to this, given the hostility with which this woman cursed me to my Lord.
I guess the only recourse that I have is to tell this lady, on one hand, that I'm sorry that she was offended, but on the other hand, madam, get a grip !! To condemn me for trying to entertain you, is like condemning me because I'm Black; it's just foolish, especially in this day and age.
Now that doesn't mean that I'm in favor everything that is un-godly, but surely you know the difference between being preached to, and following in the way of Satan. If you look inside my heart and understand my actions, you'd easily see that I'm not trying to offend anyone.
Did I arrive at your station with any hostility ? Did I not try to shake a hand and make a friend ?
Of course not, so why not try your best to see the humor in what I'm saying, and let God sort out for himself those who are saints and those who are sinners.
We all need to lighten up just a bit in the world. If we're so bent on ridding ourselves of Satan, one of the best ways that I can think of, is to learn to respect each other, and learn the difference between a simple song, and one that espouses hatred, and loathing.
So madam streak on down the alley... oops, in your itsy bitsy teeny weeny, yellow polka dot bikini.
I know, I'm so bad, dang me, ya oughta take a rope 'n' hang me, high from the highest tree...
I can't help myself, there's just something about the ditty.
signed, lovingly, A-hab, the A-rab.
With all due respect to Paul Vance, and Ray Stevens (the authors of the above mentioned songs.).
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Monday, October 16, 2006
Don't Stand In Your Way
My best friend is in serious turmoil because of a love that seems to be going South. As I talk with her and try to console her, she seems to slip away further each day, even though in reality I know that she is going to be fine. But I worry about her none the less. The fact is, that she is a good and gentle soul and this is her first true love.
All this has got me thinking about music (...I know that it is weird to even say that, but I do)
My friend is a wonderful singer who has worked with some of the big names in the music industry, but never has ventured out into her own realm with her music.
Why is that ? Well, first, I think that she was smart enough to realize that it just may not have been her time to be in the Sun. Second, she has endured some real traumas in her life, starting at home that have caused her to block her blessings.
Now don't get me wrong, at times this is something that we all do, we stand in our own way, or let others stand there for us (lord knows, I've done it forever), but I think that when it causes you to lose many opportunities,or lose yourself, you just might need to do something to take back some air of control.
That something is reaching up and taking the hand of your creator ( however you view or call it), and let the entity known as your lord help you through it.
Now please don't feel as though I'm trying to preach to you, because I'm not, but sometimes in life there are bigger issues that try as we may, we just can't solve like a weekly TV crime story.
Life doesn't always afford us the where with all to fix our problems and fold them into neat little packages, but God can.
The thing is though, you have to be open to having it happen, you have to see the sunlight and the rain in the same way, as a thing of beauty or as a guide to greener pastures.
That fortress that is cylindrical, and has a silver lining, not only houses a life, but nourishment as well (I'm talking about an egg here).
When we find ourselves in the direst of straights, we must turn to one that is bigger than any problem that we have, put all of our trust in Him, and let Him fix it.
The most foolish thing that we can do is to block out the light of His wisdom and love.
In the latter part of the 60's there was a saying in the African American community that addressed this issue perfectly, we said "let go, and let God,"
Plainly said, don't stand in your way, but let the sunshine in. It will do you more good than harm.
The reason that their problem made me think of music is that a song by Stevie Wonder comes to mind..."Have A Talk With God."
Stevie says..."there are people out there, who let the problems of today, lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way, but every problem has an answer, and if yours you cannot find, you should talk it over to Him, He'll give you peace of mind, when you feel your life's too hard, just go have talk with God (It's on the CD "Songs In The Key Of Life").
It took me a long time to learn how vital and true that song is, and now along with daily prayers I've found some measures of peace in my life, and I'm offering it to my friend as a way to sort of pay it forward. So I don't stand in her way when she needs to talk, or cry, I just try to be here for her, and hope that she will turn things around in her life, and once again find her voice.
If we can accept any wisdom from music like this, we would be much better off, because it helps us to move out of the way... of us.
To my Angela, this will have a happy ending, but even if it doesn't I'm in your corner. Hang in there.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always, and use your music to help others find their way.
All this has got me thinking about music (...I know that it is weird to even say that, but I do)
My friend is a wonderful singer who has worked with some of the big names in the music industry, but never has ventured out into her own realm with her music.
Why is that ? Well, first, I think that she was smart enough to realize that it just may not have been her time to be in the Sun. Second, she has endured some real traumas in her life, starting at home that have caused her to block her blessings.
Now don't get me wrong, at times this is something that we all do, we stand in our own way, or let others stand there for us (lord knows, I've done it forever), but I think that when it causes you to lose many opportunities,or lose yourself, you just might need to do something to take back some air of control.
That something is reaching up and taking the hand of your creator ( however you view or call it), and let the entity known as your lord help you through it.
Now please don't feel as though I'm trying to preach to you, because I'm not, but sometimes in life there are bigger issues that try as we may, we just can't solve like a weekly TV crime story.
Life doesn't always afford us the where with all to fix our problems and fold them into neat little packages, but God can.
The thing is though, you have to be open to having it happen, you have to see the sunlight and the rain in the same way, as a thing of beauty or as a guide to greener pastures.
That fortress that is cylindrical, and has a silver lining, not only houses a life, but nourishment as well (I'm talking about an egg here).
When we find ourselves in the direst of straights, we must turn to one that is bigger than any problem that we have, put all of our trust in Him, and let Him fix it.
The most foolish thing that we can do is to block out the light of His wisdom and love.
In the latter part of the 60's there was a saying in the African American community that addressed this issue perfectly, we said "let go, and let God,"
Plainly said, don't stand in your way, but let the sunshine in. It will do you more good than harm.
The reason that their problem made me think of music is that a song by Stevie Wonder comes to mind..."Have A Talk With God."
Stevie says..."there are people out there, who let the problems of today, lead them to conclude that for them life is not the way, but every problem has an answer, and if yours you cannot find, you should talk it over to Him, He'll give you peace of mind, when you feel your life's too hard, just go have talk with God (It's on the CD "Songs In The Key Of Life").
It took me a long time to learn how vital and true that song is, and now along with daily prayers I've found some measures of peace in my life, and I'm offering it to my friend as a way to sort of pay it forward. So I don't stand in her way when she needs to talk, or cry, I just try to be here for her, and hope that she will turn things around in her life, and once again find her voice.
If we can accept any wisdom from music like this, we would be much better off, because it helps us to move out of the way... of us.
To my Angela, this will have a happy ending, but even if it doesn't I'm in your corner. Hang in there.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always, and use your music to help others find their way.
Sunday, October 08, 2006
Hearts Need Healing...
Along with the rest of the country, I've watched in anguish the terrible shootings of the young Amish girls in Pennsylvania, and the subsequent scrutiny that has followed these kind and decent people.
It's just plain and simply sad, and I wish that I had answers to the ills that people find themselves in. Life is hard,and we make it harder by not doing our best to learn to respect each other's differences.
As a musician, I've tried my best to use my music to heal people, and bring them some respid from their everyday stresses, but alas, I know it's not enough, but still I try.
It really breaks my heart that we as human beings who were created in love can't seem to find a handle on our loathing. Dreams aren't enough, talking about it isn't enough, the only thing that will truly work is if we all just take one day at a time and try to understand.
Hearts need healing, life needs to throw us the kind of curve that allows us to just for a moment, step back and take stock in each other.Yes we're different, but we're the same... we're flesh and we're blood.
My heart goes out to the families of those young ladies, may Allah give their souls rest, may HE give the families left behind closure.
For all of the rest of us,we would do well to follow in the footsteps of peace loving people everywhere, but the way there, is to take the first step...my hand is strectched out to you.
It's just plain and simply sad, and I wish that I had answers to the ills that people find themselves in. Life is hard,and we make it harder by not doing our best to learn to respect each other's differences.
As a musician, I've tried my best to use my music to heal people, and bring them some respid from their everyday stresses, but alas, I know it's not enough, but still I try.
It really breaks my heart that we as human beings who were created in love can't seem to find a handle on our loathing. Dreams aren't enough, talking about it isn't enough, the only thing that will truly work is if we all just take one day at a time and try to understand.
Hearts need healing, life needs to throw us the kind of curve that allows us to just for a moment, step back and take stock in each other.Yes we're different, but we're the same... we're flesh and we're blood.
My heart goes out to the families of those young ladies, may Allah give their souls rest, may HE give the families left behind closure.
For all of the rest of us,we would do well to follow in the footsteps of peace loving people everywhere, but the way there, is to take the first step...my hand is strectched out to you.
It's Damn Well In Bramwell
Yesterday, the band took a trip back in time figuratively and literally...we played a gig in the remote area of Bramwell West Virginia.
Bramwell is a town once inhabited by the Barons of Coal ( for the unfamiliar, coal to West Virginia is like sports to America, an occupation and an obsession). I use the phrases occupation and obsession because like sports many people aspire to it, and equally as many people are obsessed by it, but in truth only a scant few become wealthy as a result of it. The people who sign the checks of the workers of the sport, and similarly the workers of coal are the truly wealthy ones.
Anyway you get the picture...
Well, every year around this time Bramwell plays host to a beerfest of fairly epic proportions. The organizers hire several bands, and several solo performers. On the porches,lawns and yards of all of these unbelievably magnificent homes, they place all of the performers and one after another have us play our music. It's actually really cool how they coordinate it all.
We shared a bill with a band called Billy Goat Gruff ( a jug band of sort...). They would do a set of about 45 minutes, then we would do a set of the same length, and so on.
It's not at all complicated, very laid back, and just a whole lot of fun for everybody.People walk all around town checking out all of these million dollar plus homes, listening to and enjoying all of the music being offered. It's family friendly, and music ready.
We had a ball playing, and as always I did my best to charge the crowds checking us out. On our last set of the day, Michael got the notion to invite one of the guys from Billy Goat Gruff to play along with us. His nickname is Goose and he played a really cool handmade/created percussion/ drum/ fun machine, and between he and our drummer Jupiter, they created a completely fun pile driver punch to our songs...it was just too cool.
Even though the weather was drizzly, and sort of annoying, it still was a fun relaxing day with friends.
I wore my New York Yankees sweatshirt and was teased relentlessly by people in the crowd, because my bassist Ted had on his Detroit Tigers gear, so with whole notion of the playoffs between our 2 teams looming over us, the audience fell right in on Ted and I. It was great fun (even though my Yankees lost...[imagine my sad face here...]), and I even gave Ted an extra plug and acknowledgement to boost him up.
In all it was a lovely day, and one quick aside here, one of the reasons that I love doing this particular festival is that it gives the everyman a chance to smack a Coal Baron in the face, and take back some of the dignity that they tried to erase from this great state. Showing that you can you can make us work like dogs for next to nothing, but you can't take away our spirits...
So it's damn well in Bramwell.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Bramwell is a town once inhabited by the Barons of Coal ( for the unfamiliar, coal to West Virginia is like sports to America, an occupation and an obsession). I use the phrases occupation and obsession because like sports many people aspire to it, and equally as many people are obsessed by it, but in truth only a scant few become wealthy as a result of it. The people who sign the checks of the workers of the sport, and similarly the workers of coal are the truly wealthy ones.
Anyway you get the picture...
Well, every year around this time Bramwell plays host to a beerfest of fairly epic proportions. The organizers hire several bands, and several solo performers. On the porches,lawns and yards of all of these unbelievably magnificent homes, they place all of the performers and one after another have us play our music. It's actually really cool how they coordinate it all.
We shared a bill with a band called Billy Goat Gruff ( a jug band of sort...). They would do a set of about 45 minutes, then we would do a set of the same length, and so on.
It's not at all complicated, very laid back, and just a whole lot of fun for everybody.People walk all around town checking out all of these million dollar plus homes, listening to and enjoying all of the music being offered. It's family friendly, and music ready.
We had a ball playing, and as always I did my best to charge the crowds checking us out. On our last set of the day, Michael got the notion to invite one of the guys from Billy Goat Gruff to play along with us. His nickname is Goose and he played a really cool handmade/created percussion/ drum/ fun machine, and between he and our drummer Jupiter, they created a completely fun pile driver punch to our songs...it was just too cool.
Even though the weather was drizzly, and sort of annoying, it still was a fun relaxing day with friends.
I wore my New York Yankees sweatshirt and was teased relentlessly by people in the crowd, because my bassist Ted had on his Detroit Tigers gear, so with whole notion of the playoffs between our 2 teams looming over us, the audience fell right in on Ted and I. It was great fun (even though my Yankees lost...[imagine my sad face here...]), and I even gave Ted an extra plug and acknowledgement to boost him up.
In all it was a lovely day, and one quick aside here, one of the reasons that I love doing this particular festival is that it gives the everyman a chance to smack a Coal Baron in the face, and take back some of the dignity that they tried to erase from this great state. Showing that you can you can make us work like dogs for next to nothing, but you can't take away our spirits...
So it's damn well in Bramwell.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Harry and Barbara, music in love, love and music.
The scene: the 50th loving Anniversary of Harry and Barbara Hunter.
It was a celebration of true love, it was a celebration filled with lots of music, and fun.
Our Carpenter Ants substitute guitarist Bill Hunter asked us to perform for his parents celebration which we were more than happy to do.
You see Bill for us is more than our friend, he is a brother of note to us, meaning that generally if Michael Lipton (our lead guitarist and bandleader) can't make a gig, Bill is our first line of defense.
You also need to understand that Bill is one of the nicest people you EVER want ot meet on this Earth, so doing anything for him is a labor of love.
Anyway, before we got up to play, we, and his entire family, and family of friends ate dinner together, and everyone made us feel extremely welcome and warm.
Next, Bill's sister Cheryl got up and got the tributes going, and when I tell you that these 2 people are truly loved by everyone, that is only giving you a faint picture.
People told stories of their lifelong friendship and love for this amazing couple, and I realized how much that we love Bill, and why. His Mother and Father, his Uncles and Aunt Sue, his sister Cheryl just exude love. Theirs is a life filled with spirituality, and wonder, and it comes through in every way.
After all of the tributes, Bill and his family got up and did some serious gospel music and filled the room with the spirit, which was the perfect setup for the Carpenter Ants.
I think that this was one of the first times that Bill's family got to see him play for real, in a serious situation with his peers, and we served him up well...he played his butt off ( like he always does with us !)
Little Dakota ( I'm not certain how he is related to the family), was the inspector, as he was everywhere checking things out. He became my foil, and just made me laugh all evening long, but he lovingly approved of the music, as he danced all over the place.
Harry Hunter really capped off my evening by telling us about his marriage to this wonderful woman. He said that "many people today just have a wedding, but we have a marriage." That statement defined the day for me, and even though it rained like the dickens, the sunshine of love poured through, because in Harry and Barbara Hunter there is music in love, and love and music. God bless you both, as you have blessed all of us.
This post is dedicated to the whole Hunter clan, thank you for making us a part of a wonderful celebration, and for giving us Bill.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
It was a celebration of true love, it was a celebration filled with lots of music, and fun.
Our Carpenter Ants substitute guitarist Bill Hunter asked us to perform for his parents celebration which we were more than happy to do.
You see Bill for us is more than our friend, he is a brother of note to us, meaning that generally if Michael Lipton (our lead guitarist and bandleader) can't make a gig, Bill is our first line of defense.
You also need to understand that Bill is one of the nicest people you EVER want ot meet on this Earth, so doing anything for him is a labor of love.
Anyway, before we got up to play, we, and his entire family, and family of friends ate dinner together, and everyone made us feel extremely welcome and warm.
Next, Bill's sister Cheryl got up and got the tributes going, and when I tell you that these 2 people are truly loved by everyone, that is only giving you a faint picture.
People told stories of their lifelong friendship and love for this amazing couple, and I realized how much that we love Bill, and why. His Mother and Father, his Uncles and Aunt Sue, his sister Cheryl just exude love. Theirs is a life filled with spirituality, and wonder, and it comes through in every way.
After all of the tributes, Bill and his family got up and did some serious gospel music and filled the room with the spirit, which was the perfect setup for the Carpenter Ants.
I think that this was one of the first times that Bill's family got to see him play for real, in a serious situation with his peers, and we served him up well...he played his butt off ( like he always does with us !)
Little Dakota ( I'm not certain how he is related to the family), was the inspector, as he was everywhere checking things out. He became my foil, and just made me laugh all evening long, but he lovingly approved of the music, as he danced all over the place.
Harry Hunter really capped off my evening by telling us about his marriage to this wonderful woman. He said that "many people today just have a wedding, but we have a marriage." That statement defined the day for me, and even though it rained like the dickens, the sunshine of love poured through, because in Harry and Barbara Hunter there is music in love, and love and music. God bless you both, as you have blessed all of us.
This post is dedicated to the whole Hunter clan, thank you for making us a part of a wonderful celebration, and for giving us Bill.
Support Live music today tomorrow and always.
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