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HOPE – Breast Cancer Song – Written & Performed by 12yr old Capri Roberto Anderson….For Mom Day 30

In Breast Cancer on October 30, 2013 at 8:14 am

For My Mom, Ann Brooks

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Remember How We Forgot

In Uncategorized on October 25, 2013 at 5:22 pm

Shane Koyczan is amazing and the violinist Hannah Epperson is equally so. I have listened to several pieces by Shame and he always impresses me. Wonderful.
Where did your story start?

This Made My Heart Melt.

In Random on October 10, 2013 at 12:18 pm

 

 

As a mom and Grandma I know exactly what she is singing about. From the beginning to the end. These boys are lucky to have her for their Mommy.

Some Mornings You Just Need to Laugh Out Loud: Fresh Prince and the Carlton Dance

In Uncategorized on May 26, 2013 at 7:14 am

On the “Graham Norton Show” in the UK Will Smith, son Jaden Smith, DJ Jazzy Jeff and Alphonso Ribeiro performed ” The Fresh Prince of Belair” and then showed off their dance moves. Hysterical fun.

Mr. Vickers: A Random Conversation

In Florida, Writing on April 12, 2013 at 10:36 am

The Lost Parrot atnight

I love to hear other people’s stories. I love to hear from people where they have been, who they are and what happened. I heard such a story yesterday. There is a restaurant in downtown Mount Dora, Fl. that is now called The Lost Parrot. Over twenty years ago it was not a restaurant it was a gas station and bus stop. Under the wood floor in the downstairs bar you can still find the old car lifts. At a table close to me was a gentleman looked over to me and said, “Years ago this used to be the bus station.” I told him I had heard that. “This is where I met Mr. Vickers.” He goes on to tell me the story of Mr. Vickers which I am going to relate to you.

According to Mark:

One day I was down the street at my restaurant and someone told me there was an accordion player at the bus stop. I walked up hill to see what was going on. There on the bus bench sat a man and next to him was an accordion case. He sat very still. As I watched him I realized that he was completely blind. Eventually I went up and introduced myself. We talked. I told him that he could come to my restaurant and I would make him a sandwich and get him a beer if he played for the customers. He did. Mr. Vickers was a wonderful accordion player.  Several of my regular customers were local musicians and they loved to hear him.

I asked Mr. Vickers to meet me at the restaurant at eight o’clock the next morning. I showed up a half hour late because I had a few drinks the night before. As I pulled in I saw Mount Dora’s finest loading Mr. Vickers into the back of their patrol car. A little while later I called down to the police station and asked how much it would cost to get Mr. Vickers out of jail. They told me they hadn’t thrown Mr. Vickers in jail they took him down to the shopping center. I went down to the shopping center and there he was playing his accordion and he had a hat next to him filled with money. I asked Mr. Vickers if he would be interested in coming down to the restaurant and playing for a bit. He told me to come by and pick him up later. I did and he played and I fed him.

As I got to know Mr. Vickers, well know him as well as I could since he was very close- mouthed about his past, I learned that he had crossed the United States seven times without the benefit of a seeing -eye dog. He used his cane and his wits to find his way. Can you imagine that?

Mr. Vickers smelled something terrible. To remedy the situation a friend of mine picked him up one day and threw him in his shower. That Mr. Vickers sure could play his accordion and he drew people to my restaurant. Whenever he played my little place was packed. It was just a small sandwich shop but we had some good times there. Every once in a while as Mr. Vickers played I’d hand him a beer. The arrangement suited both of us.

I asked Mark if he stayed a long time and he told me, ”No it wasn’t very long, but I will never forget Mr. Vickers.  I found him right outside here sitting on a bus bench.”

I just thought that was a nice story. Everyone has a story and if you pay attention you may learn something about them and maybe even yourself. I wonder if Mr. Vickers is still alive and still playing his accordion.

A friend, Nghia Ta. Original: What I’ve Found

In Uncategorized on March 26, 2013 at 7:05 am

Nghia Ta is a friend of mine form the Tampa area. Early in his career he would perform at open mike at the club I managed along with other amazing people. He is not only a greet musician but he is a wonderful person. Check him out, it’s worth it.

Other songs by Nghia:

Voodoo Chile-Jimi Hendrix / Gayageum ver. by Luna

In Uncategorized on March 26, 2013 at 6:51 am

This is awesome. Especially if you are a Hendrix fan, which I am.

Mteto Maphoyi: We Sang Not for the Money. We Sang for Unity.

In Uncategorized on March 24, 2013 at 8:00 am

I made a decision that on Sunday’s I would post a blog concerning something that inspires me. This young man, Mteto Maphoyi, from South Africa does just that. After facing such a difficult life surrounded by grief and violence he was able to hold on to one beautiful thing. Music. Take 12 minutes from your busy day and listen to his story.
Music is one thing that is international and touches the soul with its message and beauty. A song can take you back to a time and place and remind of people places and feelings. Very early in life the story of ourselves is set to our own soundtracks. How powerful this thing called music is. The drumming of rain on the roof, a lullabye, smooth clean jazz, the blues and of course some rock and roll, it all touches us. All of us. Amazing sounds.
Below is a link to Mteto singing at the TEDX Teen event. Listen. Listen closely to his beautiful soul. I am continually amazed by people on this earth.

When I Look Back On My Ordinary Life: Photograph by Jamie Cullem

In Uncategorized on March 12, 2013 at 2:02 pm

I love this song. When I look back on my ordinary life it’s the extraordinary moments that cause me to catch my breath. The births, the deaths, the laughter, the tears, the songs, the eulogies and the dreams captured or broken. In a month I will have 50 years of memories behind me. Wow. What an ordinary life.

Let’s Get In a Good Mood on This Rainy Sunday: Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band

In Uncategorized on February 24, 2013 at 9:13 am

I love the Kenny Wayne Shepherd Band. I am thinking that the lead singer Noah Hunt would make a good second husband. Well, maybe not a husband but I am sure you get my drift…lol. If you like insanely amazing guitar playing you will find it with Kenny Wayne Shepherd.
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What a great way to spend some time this rainy Sunday.

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