I can picture the scene now: Little Buddy pelts out through the porch, the screen-door slamming behind him on rusty hinges. Suddenly he hears his mother's shrill voice pierce the air:
"Buddy, did you practice your harmonica? You know you can't go play with your friends until you've practiced!"
"Aw, Ma, do I have to? None of my friends have to practice the harmonica. And Billy says that the mouth harp is only for old fogies."
She comes and peers at him through the screen door with piercing eyes.
"Don't you backtalk me, boy! You know you'll never get to play Carnegie Hall if you don't practice. Now, git!" as she swats his backside with her wooden spoon on the way by.
Well, chances are, it didn't go down like that.
But I bet you never thought you'd see a harmonica player bringing down the house at Carnegie Hall, either.
Reviews of albums by local Peace Country artists "The Honey Cowboy" and "Midnight Lights".
"Then the world discovers as my book ends how to make two lovers of friends."
My top 7 current favourite indie musicians. Meet someone new. :-)
On Wednesday, I found I was grieving all the things that Levi will not get to do that I wanted him to be able to do. I find that writing songs helps me deal with very stressful and emotional topics, so I wrote "Things I'll Never Do". Here is a quick scratch recording on a video for this song.
Wow, yesterday's post about how Christians treat the LGBTQ community has sure generated a lot of great, constructive discussion (a little here and a LOT on Facebook), which is exactly what I hoped it would do. The comments have provided me with some more thought-food to chew on, and I hope it has done the same for many of the people engaged in the conversation.
A photo essay of what's been filling up my blog silence.