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Abracadabra Thursday

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In the late nineties I went to any class I could to learn how to write better music.  At one class, hosted by ASCAP, Dan Keen, the head of ASCAP’s gospel music division, played a song by an artist he was very excited about - a guy named Wes Cunningham.  I got excited too.  I waited over a year for that disc to finally come out and when it did I listened to it incessantly.  Ve

Proverbial yardstick

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I have always wondered why August is left out when it comes to traditional holidays. August is also when the Tennessee weather makes you long for cooler days with the heat index consistently pushing into the upper nineties and beyond. The occasional afternoon thunderstorm pops up out of nowhere, but few last longer than a [...]

Revenge of the Stupid Lyrics II

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As part of a continuing series of Summer Reruns, I present to you Revenge of the Stupid Lyrics II. This was originally posted at the now defunct CrankyNeocon and is only available at the discount bin at Wal-Mart.

Attention All Music Peeps: This Band Needs Your Help

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So, I need the attention of the music junkies, music geeks, music fans - all you people for just a few minutes. You know who you are. All you Pixies and Replacements and White Stripes and R.E.M. and Elvis Costello and Nirvana and Bowie and Stones and and Stooges and Hoodoo Gurus and Cheap Trick and Clash and Ramones and… well, you know. Everybody.

Dear Jimmy Clark

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Dear Jimmy Clark,

When I saw your comment on my blog yesterday I went back in time, past my flannel and ponytail stage in the early nineties, past my mullet and rugby shirt phase in the late eighties, all the way back to a cold cafeteria at Rice Elementary School in Tyler, Texas.

There I sat on a plastic seat welded to a long table, my feet stretching to tap impatiently on the white asbestos tile below.

Then you ascended the stage.  And you spoke hope into our lives,

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