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Okay, in the mountains it’s called a boulder. Some places in Texas we call it a pebble. Other places we call it a rock. In still other places we would call it a hill and build an overpass over it. But in the mountains, it’s a damn boulder.

Upon seeing this boulder in a neighboring yard, my first thought was that I would have like to have seen it when it rolled down the mountain. Then I thought, “hell no,” because it may not have been alone. That and there were only trees to stop it. At the speed it was probably going, how many trees did it take out?

Did all the animals get out of the way? In the second picture, another, smaller boulder is in the back of the house. Not that they necessarily rolled down at the same time. But you can imagine trying to dodge rocks in a freaking rock slide. Some of which could crush a grown bear into dust and hair.

The question is, would you buy a house with two boulders in the yard? I’m still undecided and I see it everyday for a couple of weeks. It would be kind of cool for a while, but the novelty has to wear off. And it pretty much limits what you can do with the yard. “Let’s go party by the boulder,” has to get old after a while.

What do you think?

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Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.

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West Texas Mammoths 1In a previous open mic tales post, I talked about the two guitarists of West Texas Mammoths. David Kapsner and Michael Jekot played an acoustic set that night. Michael sat in with me on my song, Chocolate Eclairs and Apple Fritters. Monday night I had the pleasure – as did all those in attendance at the Poor David’s Pub open mic, hosted by Mr. Troll, to see the whole band play. There was a decent crowd, there for both the band and the open mic.

The duo played a very good acoustic set the previous time. The full band played a fantastic set equally as impressive as the acoustic show, but on a different level. That level was set by the punch and drive of Tyler Rosa on bass and Joseph Noga on drums. The set began with Backwoods, and One More Beer, from their three song EP. And every band needs a beer song. Red Dress, and Moth to Flame, preceded Wasted Days, the third song from the EP. So Cold came next.

Pistol Point was the next to last song, but was easily the best song of the set. All of WTM’s songs are steady West Texas Mammoths 2driving songs with the nicely timed leads of Michael Jekot. Kapsner kept the rhythm in his own right as his vocals blended seamlessly into the songs. But, in Pistol Point, they pulled out all the stops. The band whipped into jam mode, with the two guitarists playing duel leads reminiscent of the Allman Brothers. Queen of Diamonds nicely wrapped up the set.

It is refreshing to hear a young rock band that is more into playing good music than outer trappings and a spastic stage show. They took control with the first song and never let go, with one song driving into the next. You have a chance to hear them for yourselves. They are playing at Trees tomorrow night with Bart Crow, Madison King, and Marcus Woolverton. Don’t miss the chance for a really good show.

Peace be with you.

Space Gringos 2The first open mic tales post of the new year is about the featured artist at the last open mic at Poor David’s Pub – hosted by Mr. Troll – of 2015. The featured artist was Space Gringos. Troll wrote a post about them being the featured artist, but their music is not online – yet, read on. So I had no idea what to expect.

Troll kicked off the open mic, as usual. Three other songwriters played their songs. Then Space Gringos set up on stage. The serious electronic drum set that Tim Moffet was setting up made me wonder what type of music we were about to hear. Then his brother, Dan, set up their personal monitors and broke out his AX-Synth Synthesizer and looper which took my thoughts of what we were about to hear in a totally new direction.                                                                                                                          Space Gringos

When they kicked off their set, there was a familiarity with some of their music I couldn’t place. Then either Tin Man Travis or Troll said the synthesizer reminded him of Edgar Winter. Which explained the familiarity I felt. Except that the keyboard, then synthesizer, that Winter first played was much bigger and bulkier than the sleek AX-Synth.

Space Gringos is an apt name. With the driving beat of Tim’s drums, and Dan’s synthesizer and looping finesse, the result is full sounding in-your-face rock –  with a liberal dose of otherworldly quality reminiscent of not only Edgar Winter, but some of David Bowie’s work. Which you will be able to hear soon – I told you to read on – their album will be on CD Baby soon. In the meantime, you can find them on Facebook and Bandmix. Be sure to catch their show when you can.

Peace be with you.

When God Seems Absent

There is a rock in the flower bed outside the office door to the backyard. If you glance at it quickly, and use your imagination, it looks like a heart. If you look closer, it still resembles a heart – just a little misshapen. Each day I walk outside (except during inclement weather), I glance over at the rock and take comfort from its presence.

I cannot remember when I saw it for the first time, but I remember seeing it for the first time. It was not one of my better days and seeing the rock cheered me up. I thought it was there for me. A sign that God was with me.

Part of me feels a little silly getting comfort from a seemingly random vaguely heart-shaped rock. Regardless, I still feel that comfort. On a difficult day, when everyone seems to have me in their sights, the rock is still there. Letting me know I am never completely alone.

Then one day last week the rock was gone. There was an indentation in the flower bed where the rock had been. It had rained recently, but there was no corresponding deposit of soil. Our dog, Misty, often buries food and digs it back up later. Cyndy and I thought we knew most of her spots, and she usually covers it back up. Regardless of the reason, the rock was gone.

I felt lost. Which I feel rather silly admitting, but it is true. I walked around in circles, looking for where it might have ended up. The day did not seem right without the rock in its proper place. The rock had been a sign of hope. Was its absence a sign of the opposite? My mood was altered without a discernible reason.

The temperature was beginning to get colder. I would kick around and peer through the grass and leaves, but it was not a thorough search. I would tell myself that it really was not worth it and I would just have to get used to it not being there. But the feeling of emptiness did not go away. When I went back outside, I found myself circling the area again, with the scenario repeating itself.

A few days ago I was searching again – closer this time – and dug up a couple of rocks. I felt around and dug a little further. I do not know what caught my eye or caused me to dig where I did. But there was the heart-shaped rock. I placed it back up in a place of relative prominence near the bricks that border the flowerbed.

I do not know if the rock is from God, but I would like to think he is using the rock – so to speak – to get a message across. If not to me, then through me, by my telling of the story. But I do know that there is a message here – one way or the other.

We tend to take God for granted. We see the signs, and feel strangely warmed, but we simply come to expect them rather than appreciate them. We do not take time to thank God for the grace he bestows upon us. We take the fact that God is always with us, no matter what we do, way too literally. We forget our part of the covenant.

Then something happens and we think God is not there. We walk around in circles, looking for him. We shuffle the grass and leaves wondering where he could be. Then we get desperate, praying that we will find him. After digging a little bit, putting forth effort and praying, God makes himself known to us. Letting us know he never actually left us in the first place. He did not fail us. We failed to live up to the faith God has in us.

Peace be with you.

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