I like music that gives you a little surprise.
You know what I mean?
You see this guy that looks like a nice Jewish rabbi, and then he picks up a microphone and this crazy reggae/hip-hop fusion comes flowing out.
It reminds me of a quote by Heraclitus (c.535 BC - 475 BC): "If you do not expect the unexpected, you will not
find it; for it is hard to be sought out, and difficult".
It also reminds me of a Bible verse.
"The Son of man will come at an hour that you do not expect Him."These are words from Matthew 24:44.
The Bible teaches that Jesus will return to Earth again.
This time to remove those that have put their faith in Him to an eternal home in Heaven.
He will come like a thief in the night. Without warning.
But unlike the title of the smooth Matisyahu, He will come this time as a KING with many crowns.
For this reason you must be ready.
Sunday, July 3, 2011
Wednesday, May 18, 2011
The Prodigy- Firestarter
Thursday is "haircut day" for me.
Whoop-ti-doo, right?
I've seen your head, you say.
Yes, I am totally aware that a haircut for me is quite different than what it is for most.
I've dealt with this for almost 20 years now.
That was about the point that I gave up.
I was done with pretending that I wasn't losing my hair.
And so I buzzed it.
First, with just a number 3 guard all over.
Now I'm at no guard.
Why every week, you ask?
Have you ever seen Bozo?
That is me after about 3 weeks.
But, hey...don't feel sorry for me.
Cause I ain't sweating it.
Wifey/Rosie (I still need to get to that story) says that I would look weird with hair.
I'm not sure exactly how to take that.
So, sometimes I will trade with a stylist for chiropractic services.
But most times it's just me in my bathroom with a pair of clippers.
Since I can't change my hairstyle much, I usually switch up my facial hair every few months.
Although, after watching this video, I think I can still hook up this 'do.
What'cha think?
Whoop-ti-doo, right?
I've seen your head, you say.
Yes, I am totally aware that a haircut for me is quite different than what it is for most.
I've dealt with this for almost 20 years now.
That was about the point that I gave up.
I was done with pretending that I wasn't losing my hair.
And so I buzzed it.
First, with just a number 3 guard all over.
Now I'm at no guard.
Why every week, you ask?
Have you ever seen Bozo?
That is me after about 3 weeks.
But, hey...don't feel sorry for me.
Cause I ain't sweating it.
Wifey/Rosie (I still need to get to that story) says that I would look weird with hair.
I'm not sure exactly how to take that.
So, sometimes I will trade with a stylist for chiropractic services.
But most times it's just me in my bathroom with a pair of clippers.
Since I can't change my hairstyle much, I usually switch up my facial hair every few months.
Although, after watching this video, I think I can still hook up this 'do.
What'cha think?
Wednesday, May 4, 2011
Amede Ardoin- Blues de Basile
Last week, I took my Mom to lunch for her birthday.
We met at Pappadeaux for a little Cajun celebration.
I don't care what time of year it is, Winter or Summer, if I have the chance to have some good gumbo, I'm not gonna hesitate.
In honor of our visit, I thought I would give ya'll a little Cajun music history.
Amede Ardoin is credited by Louisiana music scholars with laying the groundwork for Cajun music in the early 20th century.
He is known for his high-pitched singing voice and his skills on the Cajun accordian.
Legend has it that on his way home from playing a house dance, he was attacked by some white men that were angry because a white woman, the daughter of the house, lent Ardoin a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off of his face.
He was run over by a Model A car that crushed his head and damaged his vocal cords.
He was found alive the next morning lying in a ditch.
It was said that he went "plumb crazy" after that and he spent his last days in a mental asylum, where he supposedly died.
There are no definitive records of his death.
On a lighter note, Happy Birthday Mom!
We met at Pappadeaux for a little Cajun celebration.
I don't care what time of year it is, Winter or Summer, if I have the chance to have some good gumbo, I'm not gonna hesitate.
In honor of our visit, I thought I would give ya'll a little Cajun music history.
Amede Ardoin is credited by Louisiana music scholars with laying the groundwork for Cajun music in the early 20th century.
He is known for his high-pitched singing voice and his skills on the Cajun accordian.
Legend has it that on his way home from playing a house dance, he was attacked by some white men that were angry because a white woman, the daughter of the house, lent Ardoin a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off of his face.
He was run over by a Model A car that crushed his head and damaged his vocal cords.
He was found alive the next morning lying in a ditch.
It was said that he went "plumb crazy" after that and he spent his last days in a mental asylum, where he supposedly died.
There are no definitive records of his death.
On a lighter note, Happy Birthday Mom!
Monday, May 2, 2011
12 Stones- The Way I Feel
OK, I'm not gonna be productive today until I get this down.
I went to bed last night and was asleep for not quite an hour when my bride woke me up and told me that bin Laden was dead.
I laid there for a minute taking it in and decided that, unlike the Royal Wedding last week, this was something that I didn't want to miss.
So, I got up and went in the living room where we watched the reports unfold.
I'm not proud of the words that were in my head, or my first reaction that I posted on Facebook last night.
As an American, I'm glad that the number one terrorist in the world was brought to justice last night.
I'm glad that the victims from 9/11, as well as those that have sacrificed since then, may have some degree of closure from this event.
I've had alot of anger since 9/11.
Not constant anger...situational anger, I guess you would call it.
Anger that rises whenever I watch one of the movies that were made based on the events of that day.
Anger whenever I remember the celebration on the streets in certain areas of the world when the towers fell.
You see, I have a relative that was on the way to work in the Amex building, across from the World Trade Center, on September 11, 2001.
She was safe, but obviously, devastated.
I'm not sure if you ever completely heal from something like that.
So, when I heard the news last night, and even the continued processing of everything this morning, there are alot of emotions going on.
As a Christian, I know that Jesus said to love our enemies.
I read this in the Old Testament: "As I live, declares the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but that the wicked turn from his way and live" Ez. 33:11.
I also know that God is just, and the Israelites celebrated after the defeat of Goliath, the Egyptians, etc.
But, I'm not comfortable with the open celebrations either.
I honestly don't know what the proper reaction should be to this.
I do know that I don't like feeling this way.
I went to bed last night and was asleep for not quite an hour when my bride woke me up and told me that bin Laden was dead.
I laid there for a minute taking it in and decided that, unlike the Royal Wedding last week, this was something that I didn't want to miss.
So, I got up and went in the living room where we watched the reports unfold.
I'm not proud of the words that were in my head, or my first reaction that I posted on Facebook last night.
As an American, I'm glad that the number one terrorist in the world was brought to justice last night.
I'm glad that the victims from 9/11, as well as those that have sacrificed since then, may have some degree of closure from this event.
I've had alot of anger since 9/11.
Not constant anger...situational anger, I guess you would call it.
Anger that rises whenever I watch one of the movies that were made based on the events of that day.
Anger whenever I remember the celebration on the streets in certain areas of the world when the towers fell.
You see, I have a relative that was on the way to work in the Amex building, across from the World Trade Center, on September 11, 2001.
She was safe, but obviously, devastated.
I'm not sure if you ever completely heal from something like that.
So, when I heard the news last night, and even the continued processing of everything this morning, there are alot of emotions going on.
As a Christian, I know that Jesus said to love our enemies.
I read this in the Old Testament: "As I live, declares the Lord God, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked, but that the wicked turn from his way and live" Ez. 33:11.
I also know that God is just, and the Israelites celebrated after the defeat of Goliath, the Egyptians, etc.
But, I'm not comfortable with the open celebrations either.
I honestly don't know what the proper reaction should be to this.
I do know that I don't like feeling this way.
Monday, April 25, 2011
Journey- Don't Stop Believin'
I've always liked Journey.
Even back in my "rap music is the only cool music" stage, I remember having a cassette tape with different rap songs on it, and right smack in the middle of the tape, there was Journey's "Don't Stop Believing".
No matter where you are, it seems that when "DSB" comes on, everybody starts singing.
The last time I remember hearing it was when me and some of my buds were out on a "Fellas Night Out".
We had gone to the Atlanta Roller Derby to watch a bout. One of my boys had done some refereeing for them in the past. If you know anything about Roller Derby, they all have nicknames, even the refs. His was "Uncle Buck Nekkid". I just thought you should know that.
Then we went to Manuel's Tavern for dinner and socializing.
We then walked down N. Highland Ave. to the Dark Horse Tavern.
Underneath the Dark Horse, there is a place called 10 High.
A few nights a week, 10 High hosts "Metalsome", live band karaoke.
This is unlike anything I had seen before.
There's this rocking band that plays along while whoever wants to, grabs the mike and wails.
I'm not talking B-52's or John Denver here.
There were songs by Metallica, Faith No More, Pearl Jam, and Buck Cherry, among others.
As soft as it got was "Summer of '69" by Bryan Adams and this one by Journey.
It was two girls that chose these two.
Of course, everybody in the place sang along.
None of my group "performed" that night, but we decided to pick a song and be ready for next time.
Now, should I go with Green Day or Billy Idol?
Decisions, decisions.
Even back in my "rap music is the only cool music" stage, I remember having a cassette tape with different rap songs on it, and right smack in the middle of the tape, there was Journey's "Don't Stop Believing".
No matter where you are, it seems that when "DSB" comes on, everybody starts singing.
The last time I remember hearing it was when me and some of my buds were out on a "Fellas Night Out".
We had gone to the Atlanta Roller Derby to watch a bout. One of my boys had done some refereeing for them in the past. If you know anything about Roller Derby, they all have nicknames, even the refs. His was "Uncle Buck Nekkid". I just thought you should know that.
Then we went to Manuel's Tavern for dinner and socializing.
We then walked down N. Highland Ave. to the Dark Horse Tavern.
Underneath the Dark Horse, there is a place called 10 High.
A few nights a week, 10 High hosts "Metalsome", live band karaoke.
This is unlike anything I had seen before.
There's this rocking band that plays along while whoever wants to, grabs the mike and wails.
I'm not talking B-52's or John Denver here.
There were songs by Metallica, Faith No More, Pearl Jam, and Buck Cherry, among others.
As soft as it got was "Summer of '69" by Bryan Adams and this one by Journey.
It was two girls that chose these two.
Of course, everybody in the place sang along.
None of my group "performed" that night, but we decided to pick a song and be ready for next time.
Now, should I go with Green Day or Billy Idol?
Decisions, decisions.
Friday, April 22, 2011
J.S. Bach-Mass in B Minor, BWV 232/ Agnes Dei
My friend, Alan Knox, asked a stirring question earlier this week.
He asked, "Do we prefer our Jesus to stay in a manger instead of outside an empty tomb?"
His discussion can be found in his blog at
http://www.alanknox.net/2011/04/do-we-prefer-our-jesus-to-stay-in-a-manger-instead-of-outside-an-empty-tomb/
This question has haunted me all week.
Of course, you can't have one without the other, but, maybe Easter would be the more appropriate time to exchange gifts in honor of the One that gave the ultimate gift.
I know that my celebration of Holy Week hasn't been much of a celebration thus far.
However, I have started gathering some information from different websites on great ways to celebrate and reflect on the Passion, for next year.
You'll have to tune in next year to see how I'm doing.
I pray all have a great Good Friday and a safe Happy Easter.
It's Friday...but Sunday's coming.
Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
He asked, "Do we prefer our Jesus to stay in a manger instead of outside an empty tomb?"
His discussion can be found in his blog at
http://www.alanknox.net/2011/04/do-we-prefer-our-jesus-to-stay-in-a-manger-instead-of-outside-an-empty-tomb/
This question has haunted me all week.
Of course, you can't have one without the other, but, maybe Easter would be the more appropriate time to exchange gifts in honor of the One that gave the ultimate gift.
I know that my celebration of Holy Week hasn't been much of a celebration thus far.
However, I have started gathering some information from different websites on great ways to celebrate and reflect on the Passion, for next year.
You'll have to tune in next year to see how I'm doing.
I pray all have a great Good Friday and a safe Happy Easter.
It's Friday...but Sunday's coming.
Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world, have mercy on us.
Saturday, April 16, 2011
Alan Jackson- The Old Rugged Cross
Next week is Holy Week.
I guess the older that I get, the more the word "sacrifice" means to me.
I think of some of the sacrifices my folks had to make so that my life would be easier.
I think of the sacrifices that American troops across the globe, as well as their families back home, make to insure my freedom.
Some have paid the highest price.
And finally, I think of the Ultimate Sacrifice that was made over 2000 years ago, on a hill, in the Middle East.
A sacrifice, not only to make my life easier, or to give me freedom, (which by the way it has done), but to also secure my eternity.
The cross.
The brutal symbol of punishment and execution has become the sign pointing to true liberty and mercy for all.
I guess the older that I get, the more the word "sacrifice" means to me.
I think of some of the sacrifices my folks had to make so that my life would be easier.
I think of the sacrifices that American troops across the globe, as well as their families back home, make to insure my freedom.
Some have paid the highest price.
And finally, I think of the Ultimate Sacrifice that was made over 2000 years ago, on a hill, in the Middle East.
A sacrifice, not only to make my life easier, or to give me freedom, (which by the way it has done), but to also secure my eternity.
The cross.
The brutal symbol of punishment and execution has become the sign pointing to true liberty and mercy for all.
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