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Last night was the third Rob Case’s Open Mic – Poor David’s Pub virtual open mic during Poor David’s Pub‘s birthday month. If you missed it, I’m truly sorry. You missed a great show. All month we have been featuring songwriters who have played at PDP over the years. Both Tish Hinojosa and Caroline Aiken have performed at PDP for a number of years and on the virtual open mic a few times. David Card – Poor David himself – introduced Tish, then after her set, told everyone about the upcoming events at PDP and introduced Caroline. In my opinion, both songwriters played their best sets of their appearances on the show last night.

In fact, every one on the show brought their best stuff last night. You can still see the show on the Rob Case’s Open Mic – Poor David’s Pub Facebook page. Joe Kidd and Sheila Burke have been on the show a couple of times and also performed well on some good songs. See and hear it for yourself.

The virtual open mic is also a fundraiser to help Poor David’s Pub and the Kerrville Folk Festival through the lean times that began in the pandemic and are not over completely. David@poordavidspub.com for Paypal and Venmo@David-Card-12. Donations are split between the two venues.

If you haven’t seen the show, you should really take the time on Mondays to relax with your favorite beverage, enjoy a late dinner, and listen to some good music. I’ll be posting the line-up for next week in a few days.

Don’t forget the Songwriters Showcase at PDP – featuring the performers from the open mic – this Friday 7-11p.m. Admission is $10, which is cheap for the amount of entertainers you’ll get to hear. I’ll post the list of performers tomorrow. If you don’t get there this Friday – well, you’ll miss a damn good show – but my point is, tune in next Monday. You won’t regret it.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Finally putting this out there. The version of Chocolate Eclairs and Apple Fritters that won was the version from the album Southern Plains Revisited. Which was a re-mixed version of a cd Joel Nichols and I recorded in the 90’s before he passed away in 1999. Revisited includes a couple of songs I recorded that didn’t make my cd, Chasing After Wind. It’s always nice to be honored on any level. Thank you to the World Songwriting Awards!!

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Tonight is the second of four virtual Rob Case’s Open Mics – Poor David’s Pub in March, PDP‘s birthday month. The special guests are Hogan & Moss and Ann Armstrong/Steve Hughes. Enjoy the guests and the regulars for some good original songs while you hang out at the house with your favorite beverage and snacks. And while you’re enjoying the good music, donate at paypal – David@Poordavidspub.com, or Venmo – Venmo@David-Card-12. Each donation is split between Poor David’s Pub and the Kerrville Folk Festival to help keep the venues open during trying times.

Also mark your calendar for Friday, March 25 to see your favorite virtual open mic performers live at Poor David’s Pub. Stay tuned for the lineup when it’s finalized. In the meantime, we’ll “see” you at the virtual open mic tonight and each time before the Showcase at Poor David’s Pub.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Driving While Distracted

With the gas prices rising, I thought back to being on the road. It is cheaper to re-live past drives than plan new ones.

I was driving through Oklahoma, headed to our oldest son, Conner’s, house in Des Moines. After I got through the various construction sites on I-35 – who would figure? – the road turned long, straight, and boring. Since Cyndy’s job is getting oversize and overweight permits for truckers and shipping businesses, I notice more about trucks than I did before. When I see an oversize or overweight truck, I wonder if Cyndy got them the permits.

I often wonder what the hell they’re hauling. The picture above is of just big-ass pipes, right? Stay tuned.

I had plenty of time to contemplate this one. The jerk in front of me wouldn’t pass the truck and I wasn’t about to get stuck by the side of a truck when the driver decided he needed to change lanes and couldn’t see me. My first, and probably best guess, is a huge freaking RV in heavy duty shrinkwrap. Not only because of the size, but the top on the back end. Like a vent, or something of that nature. But it could also be one of those power stations, where people actually go inside to make adjustments. Or something that would never occur to me – and didn’t.

I don’t have a clue but the Oversized Load sign is simply stating the obvious. I didn’t get a good look from the side – I was going too fast to get past the truck.

So that’s the stuff I wonder about when I’m driving. While I’m taking the pictures, I’m looking at the road, but I’m still extremely careful. Pictures don’t matter if you die before you see them.

As to the big-ass pipes in the first picture. I’ve seen concrete pipes that size before, metal pipes, too. But those were the biggest PVC pipes I have ever seen. I didn’t realize they made them that big. Then again, they probably never realized that someone hadn’t clued me in. So there you go.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Last night was the first of four virtual Rob Case’s Open Mic – Poor David’s Pub shows during Poor David Pub’s 45th birthday month. (Check PoorDavidsPub.com for full birthday events) Each week, host Rob Case and behind the scenes guru Lynda Case will present songwriters who have played at PDP through the years along with regulars of the open mic – some of whom have played at PDP – and guests. Last night the featured songwriters having performed at PDP were Lynn McCracken and Tom Prasada-Rao. The other performing songwriters played solid sets of original material as well. Incidentally, last night was our 95th virtual show!

Tune in each week to hear an eclectic line-up of songwriters. Around Texas, we have had songwriters from Corpus Christi, Katy, and west, east, and north Texas. Outside of Texas we have had songwriters from Canada, Boston, North Carolina, Colorado, and Los Angeles, among others. And it’s Monday night. What else are you doing? Grab your favorite beverage, your favorite snacks, and settle in for three hours of music – and often laughter.

Join us from 7-10 p.m. Monday nights on the Rob Case’s Open Mic – Poor David’s Pub page on Facebook. If you are a songwriter and would like to play on the show contact Lynda Case at Case16386@aol.com.

The show is also a fundraiser. The donations are split between Poor David’s Pub and the Kerrville Folk Festival in order to keep the two venues going during the slow recovery from the effects of Covid. If you would like to donate now, the paypal address is david@poordavidspub.com. David Card, poor David himself, sends 50% to the Kerrville Folks every few weeks.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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Kleenex on the Dryer

This is the laundry room at my parents’ house of over fifty years. We moved there in 1971. The laundry room is actually the small hallway from the kitchen to the garage. The half bath is across from the washer and dryer. Most of the time, though, I remember the box of Kleenex being on the washer more often than the dryer. But during over a half a century, things change.

The odd thing is that only recently it occurred to me that I had no idea why the Kleenex was always there. There is room in the bathroom, possibly, for one of the “cube” boxes they have now. Yet the bathroom has been remodeled a couple of times. I don’t remember how it was years ago, but my parents have always been consistent. It has always been a rectangular box of Kleenex and it was always on the washer. And I don’t ever remember a different size box of Kleenex in that house. Come to think of it, I don’t remember ever buying a different size box of Kleenex in other abodes in which I have lived, with maybe two exceptions. I guess Freud could tell you about that.

Fortunately, both parents are still living, so I could conceivable ask them why. They still have their facilties, though some of them are fading. I would like to ask them why the Kleenex is always on the washer or dryer. Unfortunately, I don’t think they could tell me. I’ve asked them similar questions and they couldn’t tell me why.

But it’s not for any big loss of memory. They don’t remember some things, yet other things they remember quite vividly. That’s just getting older. They wouldn’t be able to tell me because they’re not sure why it started in the first place.

Cyndy and I have been – or had been before two sons moved back in (albeit temporarily) – beginning to get rid of stuff. Let’s say we’re downsizing or we’ll be here forever. Getting rid of stuff, I’ve done a lot of wondering why things were where they were in the first place. Neither one of us knew – or any of the five of us here at the time – why they began to be there or be here at all.

But I still wonder why someone needs a Kleenex before going into, or coming out of, the garage.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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This was Brodie the last few nights while people were shooting off fireworks. When it was particularly loud, he would push my legs out of the way and hide under the desk. Which he also does when someone raises their voice in an argument. Or rants loudly about the state of affairs.

I took the picture when Brodie was calming down and the fireworks were not as frequent. He just looks so pitiful when something bothers him. He spent the nights sitting on the bed between us shaking. When I got up to go to the bathroom, he scratched on the door frantically. We’re still not sure about that one. He would finally lay down in bed with us and go to sleep. Unfortunately, the morons kept setting off fireworks into the wee hours of the morning.

I understand that it is the fourth of July. But there are plenty of organized firework displays to go see – some from your own yard. However, if you absolutely must break the law, bother everyone within hearing distance, take a chance on starting a fire that would be a severe inconvenience to those effected, and just be a general, loud, obnoxious nuisance, keep that in mind when you get pissed off when someone annoys you.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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I started out this year in January following our youngest son, J.D., and the U-Haul trailer to Edwardsville, Illinois. J.D. was to begin his internship in sports science at Southern Illinois University Edwardsville after he tested negative for COVID later that week. We were stopping for the night in Memphis.

We stayed in Memphis for two reasons. When you’re following a car and trailer at sixty miles an hour it takes a long freaking time to get anywhere. And it’s damned annoying. We had a room in a hotel across the street from Corky’s so we could pick up barbeque – which was the second reason. We picked up the barbeque and I set up my computer and played my set during the virtual open mic on Zoom which went to Rob Case’s Open Mic at Poor David’s Pub Facebook page. (See previous post).

We picked up some breakfast in the morning and headed out. That leg of the trip was shorter, but it seemed to take almost as long. I’d be driving along, following the trailer, when my mind would wander. I’d think “I don’t want to wait, I’m passing this guy.” Then I would remember I was following J.D. and slow back down. I actually started to pull into the left lane once before I stopped myself.

While it was true that I got the best mileage I’ve gotten in the van, it wasn’t enough better to sacrifice my sanity. I always hated Sammy Hagar’s song, I Can’t Drive 55, but I was beginning to see his point. It’s like you’re literally watching the world go by. But, on the other hand, you have time to see everything. Unfortunately, you don’t necessarily want to see everything.

At some point, I have no idea in which state, sirens began to wail behind us. One of the few times that I heard that sound and didn’t even bother looking at the speedometer. Someone from the County Sheriff’s office whizzed by. Then another siren and a City Sheriff went by. Then a Highway Patrol officer. I think a total of six cars from a mixture of agencies in all. We kept waiting to come upon one hell of a situation. But nothing.

I began to think we were cheated, not knowing what it was all about. No more sirens or surprises. Until about five or so miles later. Suddenly we heard sirens again – a number of sirens. Then what looked like the same cars came hauling ass the other way. Nothing we had seen on that side – I had a lot of observational time remember – warranted the “chase.”

Did they get a tip when they went in our direction? And then get a tip that, no, it’s the other way? Or did they go in our direction, then figure out they’d been fooled? So they came back in the same manner, with sirens blaring, so that no one would know they’d been fooled…?…

Edwardsville is a small college town. It’s a nice place to visit, but I didn’t look back when I left. J.D. has now finished his internship, graduated from Graduate School at Texas State University, and is looking for a position.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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I haven’t posted about Rob Case’s Open Mic – Poor David’s Pub in a while. Hell, I haven’t posted in a while period – with the exception of the post the other day. It’s been a strange year and a half after all. But before getting back to regular posts, I need to mention the open mic.

If you haven’t listened in and watched the Monday night show, make tonight the night you check it out. Rob and Lynda Case, who run the show, have regulars that play each week (I’m happy to say I’m one of those) and guests who also return at some point. We hope to begin doing live open mics back at Poor David’s Pub soon.

In the meantime however, the virtual open mic is also a fundraiser. Each donation is split between Poor David’s Pub and the Kerrville Folk Festival. So do yourself a favor tonight – tune in for some good “live” music and then support two venues with one donation. You won’t regret it – we have a good time!

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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In the last few years, there has been a plethora of new flavors of potato chips. Obviously, the flavor in the picture is not new. But it is appropriate. The idea, I think, was to throw out different flavors and see which ones stick with popularity. Then there were the obvious novelty flavors. A lot of the flavors never stuck. Then there were the flavors that I might have thought were novelty flavors that are still offered. Jalapeno was an obvious choice and not bad. Dill pickle, not so much. But then, I didn’t think dill pickle sunflower seeds would take off – thinking it would be a novelty flavor. I was wrong.

But back to potato chips. The one flavor I thought was obvious never happened. When I eat a bag of potato chips, I look for chips that are cooked more than the others. I’ve always called them the “burnt” chips. That was why I liked the Cape Cod russet potato chips that they don’t make any more. I don’t know why – I bought the store out of bags on several occasions.

And that is the new flavor I want to suggest – an entire bag of “burnt” chips. I’m sure the chip companies have lost money on the flavors that didn’t fly – so to speak. So why not try this one? I doubt anyone in authority at a chip company will see this, but it would be nice. But if wishes were horses….well, nevermind.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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