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Tanner Usrey

Tanner Usrey

Last Friday, February 3rd, at Harbor Point Club and Grill in Richardson, was week five of Little Anthony’s Reach for the Stars Talent Competition. Regular judges Pete Cormican and Dan Roark were present, along with guest judges, Rev. KM Williams, and Drew “Spider” Minshew. Regular judge, Lonny Schonfeld, had a previous commitment.

Rev. Williams opened the show with his cigar box guitar blues. And he can play the blues. Darren Rozell,

Joe Watson

Joe Watson

winner from week four, followed the Reverend. Competing on Friday were Tanner Usrey, John Willis, Curtis McCullum, Linda Stone, Joe Watson, Cindy Lewis, and Renee Sheffield. Fill-in performers – other than Rev. Williams, were Spider Minshew, Felix Estrada and Tomas Pineda, Jr. First place winner was Tanner Usrey. Second and third place were Joe Watson and Curtis McCullum, respectively.

Come out this Friday for week six to see Tanner open the show. It’s always a great show and a fun time with great music, good food, reasonable drinks, and a friendly staff.

Curtis McCullum

Curtis McCullum

If you would like to perform or compete, call Anthony at 214-660-4799. I’ll be back to playing this week. I’m breaking out the ukulele and harmonica. Come on out and join us.

Keep writing the songs that are in your heart.

Peace be with you.


Little Anthony and Deano Molina, 1st Week's Winner

Little Anthony and Deano Molina, 1st Week’s Winner

After twenty years, Little Anthony is holding his Talent Revue at least one more time. People are even entering the competition who competed back in the 90’s. The competition will be held every Friday beginning at 8 p.m. at Harbor Point Club and Grill in Richardson. There will be twelve weeks of competition, six weeks of semi-finals, and a one night grand finale. Winner receives $500.

The first week’s winner was Deano Molina. Second and third place belonged to Darby Martin, and Marty Nell, respectively. The judges were Pete Cormican, Lonny Schonfeld, and myself. Rachel Schriver and Noel Rodriguez also performed. William Mike Morrow took pictures, as did I. Tomas Pineda, Jr. videotaped the show for replay on CI-TV. I played a short set to end the show.

There was a good crowd and everyone had a good time. Darby Martin played guitar and included an original song. The others sang to songs/tracks on thumb drive or cd. That gives you the options if you would like to perform. Call Anthony at 214-660-4799 to get booked for the contest. Calls only, no texts. Check my music Facebook page for more of my pictures of the evening.

Even if you’re not performing, come on out and listen to the music. Food is good, drinks are reasonable, and staff is friendly.

Peace be with you.


scan0050 As I meet other creative types on reverbnation.com and other channels of social media, I often wonder at what point they felt they were meant to be or called to do whatever it is they do: write, paint, sing, play, or whatever the case may be.

My own story begins on the Friday before my senior year began on Monday. We had just had a new compressor installed for the air conditioner. I picked up my friend, Brian, and headed to Greenville Ave. to go to Milo Butterfingers. We had heard about Bowley and Wilson’s show and wanted to check it out.

The beer was the coldest I had ever had at the time and few times since. Bowley and Wilson was not my type of show, but they had other people playing in between sets who were more interesting to me. I was just glad that they could not see me from the stage because they made fun of everyone. I don’t remember staying all that long before we headed home, but it could have been a couple of hours. When we turned onto Snow White from Royal Lane, I saw smoke above the trees in the distance.

“That’s my house!”

Brian told me that we couldn’t tell from that distance which house it was. But I was sure it was my house. When we reached the end of my street, the police and firemen had the street blocked off and we had to park on the next street. We ran down the short street between the two in the middle of the block, relatively. When I turned the corner, the top of the house was in flames. My mom, my brother, Dennis, our dog Lady, some neighbors, and assorted onlookers were in the yard of the house across the street.

I asked mom what happened. She said that she and Dennis smelled the smoke, saw flames at the fuse box on the garage wall opposite the compressor, and got out of the house with Lady. I was standing there watching our house burn. I thought I knew which flames were coming from my guitars, but who really knows? I said something about my guitars and Brian tried to go up the firemen’s ladder to “save” my guitars. They had to hose him down and I concluded that he had a few more beers than I had. But I appreciated the effort, albeit misguided.

I heard someone watching the fire ask if anyone had any marshmallows. I did not take it well. I let them know that it was not at all funny and asked if they would think it was so funny if it was their house. Friends came over, calmed me down, and pulled me away.

After the fire.

After the fire.

My father returned from a trip about that time and had to walk up the street with his suitcase and suit bag when the taxi couldn’t get through on the street. After the fire was under control, so to speak, my parents and Dennis stayed with the couple next door. I stayed with a friend up the street.

In the days following the fire, we were going through the house, packing what was left that could go to storage. My mom, aunts, and grandmother were going through the kitchen – which was mostly intact – although the smoke had permeated what it could. Dad and my uncles were packing up the books which the firemen put on the couches they had shoved into the middle of the room and covered – during the fire. (A quick shout out to first responders!)

I was in the back yard looking at the pile of ashes that used to be my personal belongings. You would not believe how long a guitar string will stretch after it’s been through a raging inferno. Parts of items were left because the firemen had shoved everything out of my room into the yard before some of it burned completely. Talk about smoldering memories!

With older people around, I was trying to contain myself, but the tears came anyway. I felt better when I found my Neil Young songbook for the Harvest album, even though it was stiff, brittle, and burned around the edges. Then, when I spotted them, I was completely speechless. Okay, I wasn’t saying anything anyway, but if someone had said anything to me, I would have been speechless. It certainly took my breath away.

Earlier that day I had placed my stuff for school (which included a new notebook) on Monday in the center of this large table my uncle, Jack, made that I used as a desk – there was only one drawer. What I saw that took my breath away was what I had put in that notebook. There before me, burned around the edges but still intact and readable, was every poem and song I had written, except for the first page of the first song I wrote.

20140307_170525 With the exception of one book my grandmother on my mom’s side gave me and a high school annual, the poems and songs were the only thing I had left except the clothes on my back. Well, and my stereo, which I had in the bathroom so I could listen to music while I took a shower. In addition to the songs’ survival, my mother had loaned my first guitar to a friend for their son to learn to play – as you can see I still have it. I took that as a sign that writing and music was what I was meant to do. Granted, I was a teenager and thought that’s what I was meant to do anyway, but the “sign” sealed the deal. And, while it hasn’t been easy, I was right, it was a sign, and I’ve been writing ever since – whatever form life and the writing took.

Now it’s your turn. What’s your story? When did you know what you were meant to do? And I’m not asking just to get comments, clicks, or whatever. I really want to hear your story, because it’s worth hearing. And it might make a good song.

Peace be with you.

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