Syzygy concert tonight, July 25, at 8:00 PM. Magnolia Hall Coffee House. Marshall, Texas. If you read this before then, and want to come, it’s free. (Bring money for beverages, though.) Last concert before Luke goes off to college. Maybe last concert ever? Ryan and Luke will do an acoustic set first; then the band […]
I want to go on record right now as saying I am thankful. Question for the day: what do the following letters have in common? P Q V X Y Z The first person with the right answer wins. (I’m wondering, can you tell that I am wasting time? Heh. I thought so.) EZ
The church secretary called. She said the pastor wants me to do two songs at the end of the service this Sunday. “Did he specify any topic or type of song?” I asked. “No. Just whatever you want.” “Okay, so something like Smoke on the Waters . . . and then maybe Jungle Boogie?” “Yeah,
This is my third, count them, third post this morning. I'm awfully post-o-matic today. Read More »
Contemporary Christian music is ridiculed by many. And, sadly, they are often right. But I’m not planning to use this space to bemoan the cheesiness of what passes itself off as art at times. There are some bands out there who are gems scattered among the mountains of colored glass. One of those is Jars
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Night before last we had a great storm. I love storms, especially at night. One bolt of lightning struck very close to our house, and a funny thing happened. I was only half asleep, having already been awakened by the storm, when a loud pop and blinding flash of light jolted me to full awareness.
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I’m wearing my new Eisley t-shirt that I got at the concert Friday night. It’s dark gray and says “Eisley” on it, if you can imagine that. I bought a youth large, b/c I don’t like shirts that swallow me. And I’m a runt. Slowly but surely I’m making progress editing the chapters of my
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Yeah, so, Luke and I went to Tyler last night and saw three bands: The Connotations, Ester Drang, and the incomparable Eisley. I was extremely sleepy before we even got there, due to the fact that Thursday night George and I had dinner with friends and then played cards until mid-night. (We played “nertz” —
Whimsy and delight with the occasional spin around the floor Read More »
I thought I would be really clever and impress Grace, so I wrote a little e-mail, plugged it into the translator on dictionary.com, and sent her the Spanish version. Knowing the translator would be rather unsophisticated, I tried to keep my message simple in structure and content. I received the following response from Grace: Madre
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The music and the pulsing of the throng Were pounding in my head a steady beat. I felt myself submitting to the song; I watched myself rise slowly to my feet. But then across the room I caught His eye. I blushed and quickly dodged the piercing glance! Yet, all at once, it was just
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If I could pick any house to live in, I know what I would want. First of all, my house would look like a giant hand had picked it up out of the Cottswolds and dropped it on a residential street in East Texas. The steep-pitched roof, the timbered gables, the thick English ivy growing