The Day My Life Changed...

So roughly one year ago today,my life changed. At my point in life I had assumed that the only significant change that was in front of me had something to do with my prostate. And, while I suspect that this is still in my future, something completely out of the blue occurred to me a year ago which has probably changed me forever as well as the lives of those closest to me: I became friends with Terry Anderson.
I won't go into the complete story here, but if anyone is interested, go to Terry's blog at www.whassupta.blogspot.com and look at the archives of December 21,2006. While you're at it, look at his entry after his Christmas gig last year-it's particularly jarring due to the events of this past month(i.e.,Dave Enloe's passing).
So here I am, on the eve of actually releasing my own record on Terry's label("Trailer Park Angel", hopefully to be released on Doublenaught Records in March), and opening for him at his big annual Christmas/Birthday Party at the Pour House( get there early! I go on at 8pm)in Raleigh-on of all occassions, the rock and roll MEMORIAL for Dave Enloe(who,the more I learn about him, the more clear it seems to me that we may have been kindred spirits who might also have become close friends).
Thank you Terry and thank you Jack Cornell. I was walking this planet for alot of years missing the brothers I did not know I had. And now my life is richer and more exciting than I ever previously had thought possible.
Hope this gives you all reason enough to consider the following life style choice: optimism.
Merry Christmas,happy holidays.

Thank You, Ike Turner....

Ike Turner died yesterday and I suspect quite a number of folks are ok with that, not the least of whom is prolly the woman known as "Tina". But I gotta say that I truly believe in divorcing the musician from the man when one considers,as a fan, the loss of any such figure.
Ike was among the first original baddasses in modern soul/rock music. Shit, he played a Tele long before Keef ever considered doing so. He created an idea for an act that The Stones totally adopted, folks. Go see a clip of what the Stones look and acted like in 1965 and compare it to footage of The Stones in "Gimme Shelter", taken from their '69 Tour. Notice the difference? Do you really think it's coincidental that their opening act on that tour was The Ike and Tina Turner Review?
I'm sure that, in his hard core drug addicted years, Ike was an S.O.B and that "Tina" was lucky to escape with her life, most of her teeth and a few of her hair weaves. Still, that mother knew how to rock and folks like him are dyin off one by one at a brisk pace with nary anyone coming up behiind them to take their place. So,today, I say a prayer and have a drink for Ike...and Rock and Roll..and us. 'Aint no doubt that Rock and Roll is on it's way to the same fate. So while we're still on our feet and the concept of true Rock and Roll is still carried on in the memories of at least a few of us of folks like Ike or David Enlowe,let's order one more round and offer up this last prayer to, as Huey Lewis once croaked, the heart of Rock and Roll: fuck 'em!

"...And that Trailer Park Angel's in my house tonight, and she's prayin it's gonna be alright..."

 

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