Archive for November, 2024


By Dan Roark

The inaugural open mic at Almost Home last Saturday was a good start to the weekly open mic. I opened the show at 7. Nelda Tone – shown with me in the picture on the left was next. Nelda is a storyteller and enthralled us with three of her inspirational stories.

I played a few more songs before Dylan Evan

Dylan Evan

arrived and signed up. Dylan, although relatively young, writes old school country. It’s a refreshing change from the music coming out of Nashville now. He and I were both semi-finalists in the B.W. Stevenson Memorial Songwriting contest at Poor David’s Pub.

Joey Tacos

Joey Tacos, the beertender, closed out the inaugural open mic.

It was a good night for the beginning of the open mic. Come on out this Saturday – or any and all Saturdays – for the open mic. List goes out at 6:30. Show starts at 7.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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By Dan Roark

The story of Kumakawa is written by his former and current owners, Ross Hartshorn and Helen McCarthy. It’s written from the point of view of the horse, which makes it interesting. Throughout the book there are things told in the book that a horse could not possibly know – even if he is told it by a border collie. But it makes the book a captivating read.

It begins with Kumakawa’s lineage. His grandfather was Nijinsky, who was named after the acclaimed Russian ballet dancer, Vaslav Nijinsky. As a three year old in 1970, he became the first triple crown winner since 1935, then continued winning to be confirmed one of the greatest flat horses of the century. Kumakawa was named after Tetsuya Kumakawa, an illustrious Japanese ballet dancer who was 26 years old at the time. To complete the theme of the lineage names, Nijinsky was sired by the incredible stallion, Northern Dancer. Kumakawa’s father was Dancing Spree.

While the authors do drag things out more than necessary – and you’ll see “to make a long story short” a number of times – it is still a very readable book. For one thing, it’s about horses. Kumakawa and his owners are located in Wales, so the British terms sometimes require a little research. Speaking for myself, that’s not a bad thing, it’s a learning experience. I find horses fascinating – I’m writing about them after all.

Terms such as horsebox, rather than horse trailer. “Come a cropper,” which means falling from a horse heavily. “Hacking” is riding a horse for fun or exercise. “On the naughty step,” which is basically in time out. Acclimatised rather than acclimated.

While it appears Kumakawa, in the book, knows more about the human things going on around him, the authors didn’t have much choice, other than interjecting themselves into the story – which would be unsettling and eventually annoying. It does, however, put the life of Kumakawa in historical perspective.

Over all, it’s a fun read. It’s not an “in one sitting” type of read. Some of the longer years when more things go awry can take a couple of sittings themselves. But, again, it’s about horses – with insights about horses galore. Then there’s the animal interactions. Kumakawa’s relationship to his border collie pals – Leah first, and then Daisy.

The interactions with Daisy are written and illustrated in three additional children’s books with more to come. The overall title of the books is The Adventures of Kumakawa, The Horse That Will Try Anything. The current three are Today It’s Karate, Today It’s Ballet, and Today He’s Australian.

Each book involves Kumakawa, Daisy, and a couple of friends. The overarching purpose of the books is to give children the confidence that they can do anything they put their mind to.

Which is perfect for those younger therapeutic riders and any child with societal issues.

 

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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By Dan Roark

So I left at 5 p.m. for my show at 7 at Pilot Point Coffee House. On a usual day, it would take me 45 minutes to an hour to get there. Even on a Friday, it shouldn’t take a lot longer than that. But there was nothing usual about this Friday night.

Heading north on I35 from Farmers Branch, things went as expected, even exiting and turning on Swisher and heading for the Lewisville Lake Toll Bridge. About two thirds of the bridge when fine. Then we slowed way down. We never stopped completely, but we were moving irritatingly slow. Turns out the right lane ended just past the bridge.

Once we got through the lane closure and it turned into Eldorado Pkwy., things ran smoother. I turned onto Oak Grove Pkwy. and seemed to be making up some time. Then there was a half-mile back-up at 380 and again at the light for 424 leading to 377, which went smoothly.

I parked at the coffee house about 10 ’till 7. After two trips from the van, and sound check, I started the show at 7:05. Not bad for having incurred hellacious traffic.

Despite the inauspicious start, it turned out to be a great show. I even gained new fans. It was a community event and I was the entertainment. Apparently, I didn’t disappoint them.

So I’m heading home. I’m going through small towns on a Friday night so I’m paying attention to speed limit signs. In my mind, I’m back home having a beer. I’m cruising right along, going through the show in my head when, suddenly, it looks like I’m being followed by a flashing Christmas tree – minus the green lights.

I pulled over immediately, which has been my reaction for years – I am an old hippie after all. I asked him if I missed one. He said “what?” I said, “speed limit sign.” It seemed to confuse him for a minute. Then he explained that he stopped me because my license plate light was out. He took my driver’s license and way too much time checking me out, then came back with a written warning. Are you kidding me? I haven’t gotten a written warning in years! Not that I haven’t received warnings, just not written.

To be honest, I didn’t even know the van had license plate lights (I changed them the next day – turns out there are two). They obviously hadn’t been changed in years as dirty as they were and as hard as it was getting them out. I watched a YouTube video to keep from snapping them off by twisting them the wrong way.

But the kicker is that I’ve been driving thousands of miles a year for a number of years now in more than half a dozen states and that was the first time I’ve ever been stopped because the license plate lights were out. I’ve been stopped for a lot of stupid reasons – and a few good ones – but not for lack of license plate lights.

And now I have – within an hour from home. Go figure.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.