Troubled soul dies, self-inflicted, goes to heaven, and can’t (or refuses to) even look Jesus in the eye. Jesus and a few of the other saints in heaven can see through this soul’s past earthly experience, they see how hard an earthly life this soul had. The soul is left alone to contemplate on its own, to adjust to its new heavenly surroundings, and to think. Jesus in parting away from this soul says whatever this soul needs and wants, even if an eternity of solitude, let that soul be as it wishes. The soul over time becomes another guardian, a goodwill saint, an ambassador to newly arriving souls along with St. Peter, and eventually welcomes its previous father’s newly arrived soul (which was formerly a religious leader on earth) and show its father’s soul the realities about the places, stories, and saints in heaven that its father had (in the father’s humble earthly blindness) studied and taught. The father’s soul doesn’t know who this guardian is, and asks
“How shall I call to you in heaven, my child, my guardian soul?”
“Abe”.
Friday, October 31, 2008
a test of friendship
In the holiday spirit, maybe
I just sent out a couple of emails this morning
to a couple of friends in the city who were asking for
mailing addresses to send out Xmas cards. One of them
responded back asking me about my new middle name.
In the spirit of holiday cheer I'm sending my response out
since I can't stop my belly from laughing about my sarcastic
mood today. We'll see, but will talk to you after the holidays.
????????
A new middle name?
One of my friends' bandleaders sent an email out this
morning asking for the same thing you did...a mailing
address so they could send holiday cards to their fans.
Since they are a punk-rock band, and fairly good friends,
I figured they'd appreciate me using that for my middle
name, or simply my inner sarcastic response to needing to
send out my mailing address. It was the mood I was in
already, but I did send out my address though. It makes
me laugh right now thinking of giving my mailing address
out, half suspecting that of course these people intend, or
at first intended, to send a Xmas card...and then me complying
with my suspicions most likely being on target, but still
throwing in a sarcastic defiant statement telling these people
to "bite me". It's a test to see how true friendships are is
my analysis.
We'll see how my friendship is tested when I discover a burning
bag of dog-shit at my front door, after I have to scrape all of
the unwanted doodoo from my shoes (or God-fobid my barefeet) when
I attempted to put out the fire-burning bag with the stomp of my
panicking leg. That's an old college prank I heard of, never happened, never did anything like that, but it will always be in the back of my head as I become an old angry man someday, and the annoying kids down the block decide to try and pull a prank on the old angry man.
A."bite me" K.
I just sent out a couple of emails this morning
to a couple of friends in the city who were asking for
mailing addresses to send out Xmas cards. One of them
responded back asking me about my new middle name.
In the spirit of holiday cheer I'm sending my response out
since I can't stop my belly from laughing about my sarcastic
mood today. We'll see, but will talk to you after the holidays.
????????
A new middle name?
One of my friends' bandleaders sent an email out this
morning asking for the same thing you did...a mailing
address so they could send holiday cards to their fans.
Since they are a punk-rock band, and fairly good friends,
I figured they'd appreciate me using that for my middle
name, or simply my inner sarcastic response to needing to
send out my mailing address. It was the mood I was in
already, but I did send out my address though. It makes
me laugh right now thinking of giving my mailing address
out, half suspecting that of course these people intend, or
at first intended, to send a Xmas card...and then me complying
with my suspicions most likely being on target, but still
throwing in a sarcastic defiant statement telling these people
to "bite me". It's a test to see how true friendships are is
my analysis.
We'll see how my friendship is tested when I discover a burning
bag of dog-shit at my front door, after I have to scrape all of
the unwanted doodoo from my shoes (or God-fobid my barefeet) when
I attempted to put out the fire-burning bag with the stomp of my
panicking leg. That's an old college prank I heard of, never happened, never did anything like that, but it will always be in the back of my head as I become an old angry man someday, and the annoying kids down the block decide to try and pull a prank on the old angry man.
A."bite me" K.
The Instigating Infidels
B.H. wrote:
I say we go GET that corporation loving, Bud Light shilling "sonbich"! Hey
wait a minute, I did a Bud Light commercial too once...hmmm, oh well, let's
get that chump anyway!
B. "The Instigator" H.
Big Bad BH and "The Cheating Chump" did gigs for Bud Light
bARKli and Byrd had Miller Lite sponsorship behind their tired cheezy cover band for which we never got paid the "free" 12-packs for each gig, each person, when we played with their Miller Lite poster behind our band at Maggie Mae's on 6th and Trinity in Austin. Word from our cheezy band leader TK was that the bar manager was no way in hell going to give our band a free 12-pack of beer for each member, nor even a single free 12-pack to share betwixt our group. He was smart, cause I would have most likely gulped down all 4 12-packs of free Miller Lite during the first 45 minute set of cheezy covers. We did get $1500 to split at a music store in San Antonio where I procured my first guitar, which I still have with me.
A Black Takamine acoustic guitar. However a few years later I saw an innovative "cutaway" designed guitar, allowing for easier playing higher up on the guitar neck in order to acquire and pluck out those higher range notes and harmonics. Love that Washburn guitar of my own choice, which sits in front of the Takamine which was the better of the lot I had to choose from in San Antonio and which I didn't actually know what a good guitar would be until Washburn's cutaway seduced me from a more frequently visited and reputable Guitar-Center in Austin (The Music Capital of the World). I actually got Tim to come give me a short lesson on my new baby, my Washburn cutaway, when I was living with my girl in Austin. Good pointers and fundamentals, enabled me to not sound nor look like a complete boner on the few cheezy covers I strummed on toward my waning dancing and waning enthusiastic days of simply singing those cheezy covers. Tim wrote a dozen or so original songs with another two former cheezy cover-band players and myself, the band was titled "Pretty How Town". Nothing became of the band because one of the other former cheezy cover players was in a hurry to get a gig for the band and for all of us cheezy cover players to quit our regular paying cheezy cover gigs and pick up "regular" cheezy day jobs shuffling papers and answering phones for whatever "regular" cheezy corporation we could find. Yeah right. After deciding that my waning days of being a player in a cheezy cover band weren't quite bad enough as having to go out and find a cheezy regular job, plus the fact that one of the former cheezy cover players in Pretty How Town wanted to fire the two better players of Pretty How Town, plus the fact that my singing in Pretty How Town made us sound like a cheezy Karen Carpenter coverband, plus the fact that because of the results of years of alcohol and nicotene consumption prompted me to follow my cheating girlfriend to a large and dangerous big city thousands of miles away, I continued to finish my cheezy steadily cover song playing days...until the leader TK felt it was time to tell me he had found some new cheezy song performing players. He most likely was aware that his present cheezy singer was bored, and couldn't quite make the grade idly strumming what were easy chords (in TK's mind) without adding much of the exciting and weird dancing that I used to.
Fair enough. I was bored. I was a victim of infidelity, as well as was an infidel myself in relationships before the present
reel-ay-shun-ship I was continuing to be a part of that was going to take me away on a long and distant new home.
I say we go GET that corporation loving, Bud Light shilling "sonbich"! Hey
wait a minute, I did a Bud Light commercial too once...hmmm, oh well, let's
get that chump anyway!
B. "The Instigator" H.
Big Bad BH and "The Cheating Chump" did gigs for Bud Light
bARKli and Byrd had Miller Lite sponsorship behind their tired cheezy cover band for which we never got paid the "free" 12-packs for each gig, each person, when we played with their Miller Lite poster behind our band at Maggie Mae's on 6th and Trinity in Austin. Word from our cheezy band leader TK was that the bar manager was no way in hell going to give our band a free 12-pack of beer for each member, nor even a single free 12-pack to share betwixt our group. He was smart, cause I would have most likely gulped down all 4 12-packs of free Miller Lite during the first 45 minute set of cheezy covers. We did get $1500 to split at a music store in San Antonio where I procured my first guitar, which I still have with me.
A Black Takamine acoustic guitar. However a few years later I saw an innovative "cutaway" designed guitar, allowing for easier playing higher up on the guitar neck in order to acquire and pluck out those higher range notes and harmonics. Love that Washburn guitar of my own choice, which sits in front of the Takamine which was the better of the lot I had to choose from in San Antonio and which I didn't actually know what a good guitar would be until Washburn's cutaway seduced me from a more frequently visited and reputable Guitar-Center in Austin (The Music Capital of the World). I actually got Tim to come give me a short lesson on my new baby, my Washburn cutaway, when I was living with my girl in Austin. Good pointers and fundamentals, enabled me to not sound nor look like a complete boner on the few cheezy covers I strummed on toward my waning dancing and waning enthusiastic days of simply singing those cheezy covers. Tim wrote a dozen or so original songs with another two former cheezy cover-band players and myself, the band was titled "Pretty How Town". Nothing became of the band because one of the other former cheezy cover players was in a hurry to get a gig for the band and for all of us cheezy cover players to quit our regular paying cheezy cover gigs and pick up "regular" cheezy day jobs shuffling papers and answering phones for whatever "regular" cheezy corporation we could find. Yeah right. After deciding that my waning days of being a player in a cheezy cover band weren't quite bad enough as having to go out and find a cheezy regular job, plus the fact that one of the former cheezy cover players in Pretty How Town wanted to fire the two better players of Pretty How Town, plus the fact that my singing in Pretty How Town made us sound like a cheezy Karen Carpenter coverband, plus the fact that because of the results of years of alcohol and nicotene consumption prompted me to follow my cheating girlfriend to a large and dangerous big city thousands of miles away, I continued to finish my cheezy steadily cover song playing days...until the leader TK felt it was time to tell me he had found some new cheezy song performing players. He most likely was aware that his present cheezy singer was bored, and couldn't quite make the grade idly strumming what were easy chords (in TK's mind) without adding much of the exciting and weird dancing that I used to.
Fair enough. I was bored. I was a victim of infidelity, as well as was an infidel myself in relationships before the present
reel-ay-shun-ship I was continuing to be a part of that was going to take me away on a long and distant new home.
Saturday Night Snacks
Saturday nights
Popcorn bowls
Cans of Pepsi
6-Million Dollar Man
C.H.I.P.S.
Starsky and Hutch
B.J. and the Bear
Fantasy Island
The Love Boat
Carol Burnett Show with Harvey Korman and Tim Conway
Battlestar Gallactica
Emergency
Mom worked at the real Emergency Room
Dad had Council meetings
Between games of Tetris, Barnstormer on Activision, my brother and I watched these routine shows and ate these routine snacks
Popcorn bowls
Cans of Pepsi
6-Million Dollar Man
C.H.I.P.S.
Starsky and Hutch
B.J. and the Bear
Fantasy Island
The Love Boat
Carol Burnett Show with Harvey Korman and Tim Conway
Battlestar Gallactica
Emergency
Mom worked at the real Emergency Room
Dad had Council meetings
Between games of Tetris, Barnstormer on Activision, my brother and I watched these routine shows and ate these routine snacks
Sad Austin Story
This "sonbich" (not named) actually slept with "my girl" (or maybe it could be argued my girl slept with him) - when we still lived down there. He was playing regularly at that big country club down 6th St. and my girl was working there. Actually, my girl told me about it (she told me while my mother was visiting town for the weekend). I didn't know what to say to my girl. My mother was visiting, I was speechless. Or in denial, I just didn't want to deal with it since I was also set on moving to NYC with her (my girl, not my mother). The personal sacrifices we've all made coming here, I'll be damned. To add, my girl not long afterwards lost her job there right after she had convinced me to move to a new apartment complex that was twice as expensive as most of us were used to living in. I finally convinced my girl to move back to the complex I was comfortable affordability-wise since I was at the point of leaving my working band singing days. Yeah, my girl was probably good at convincing others (if you know what I mean), but she was convincable herself as well when it came down to practicalities. Takes 2 to do a tango
OLD AUSTIN STORIES
I played with Tim in a short-lived original pop-rock band (Pretty How Town) in Austin, and also Rob played a couple of years with the pop-dance cover band (Be Wires) I myself was in for several years. These old pictures are in the photo-album "Singing in Life" and "Learning to Create Music" from the webpage http://community.webshots.com/user/aarkli . Both guys were, and still are I am sure, awesome musicians, and people to be around. Tim actually gave me a short guitar lesson once, gave me a few pointers and things to study if I was that determined to know more. Rob, one of the most tasteful, steady, and reliable drummers I had played (sang) with at that time. He also shared an apartment with me for a couple of years (he patiently and reliably - like the professional "clock" is, tolerated my odd ways). Won't ever forget Tim and Rob's commradery and partnerships. I am A.K. in the photos. I have been in N.Y.C. since "retiring" at the end of 1995. Went there with my girlfriend at the time, but we split after a year. Got to see Tim's wife once when she was attending a conference in NYC, but both of us were too busy to share more than a brief "hi how are you doin and hellos". Great people, great town of Austin we all performed together in at that time. Times and people I'll fondly remember the rest of my days! If anyone is in touch with either of them, tell them Hello from Aaron in NYC, and also tell them another musician they knew and played with (Byrd) is here now as well with his really nice and cool lady. AK.
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