Garrett Morgan is not a love doctor but he easily could be. Garrett Morgan is a rising singer/songwriter out of Northern California. Originally from the lonestar state just outside of the San Antonio city limit sign. Garrett has a unique way of classifying his music by simply calling his sound a "Texa-fornia" fusion. While I am not sure which state influences him more I can vouch like many other Garrett Morgan fans that we really do not mind as long as he keeps cranking out hits.
One such hit is his single "Sugar". Morgan says this track is a classy way of telling a woman she is sexy and brings forth the beauty of such an intimate moment between two lovers. This track happens to be one of my favorites of Morgan's for his inherit raspy voice...which I found out was a vocal trick he performs because he doesn't really like his voice. I say stick with it. It is perfect to me.
Morgan mentioned in an interview with him that he doesn't see music as a "career" but rather a passion. From an early age he dreamed of making it "big" and he says the journey makes him fall in love more and more with creating and performing great music. Morgan doesn't want to be classified in a box. He says "great music is purely great." Him and his band have a rule...to produce the best no matter what. Whether one track sound a little pop or a little more traditional country they are cranking out hits they believe in, much like a chef pours their heart and soul into their food. Although, if one is curious who Garrett views his musical style most common with he says that his band is basically the love child of Dierks Bentley and John Mayer.
As a singer and a songwriter it is important to balance both talents. Morgan says he keeps a notebook of one liners or phrases that he likes to either use when he is writing alone or co-writing. He also finds solace and inspiration for his songs by reading poetry. He believes some of the best songs have popped to him by way of melody and then soared into a great track. If he could collaborate with anyone he would choose many different artist one being Taylor Swift. He thinks that people do not give her enough create for her ability. On his album there is a track called "Standing on a Bridge"which he wrote with John Mayer in mind and would love to do something with the guitar slinging Brad Paisley as well.
When tryin' to figure out which artist he likes to do covers of he told me in a nice way that its a secret since on his upcoming album he is actually doing a cover by his favorite female singer and he assured me it wasn't a Taylor Swift track. So, I suppose the mystery is as good as unsolved to all of us until the new album comes out.
With the buzz of artist and athlete's flocking to social media outlets Morgan cannot praise the wildfire that has occurred in his life due to joining twitter. He says he has fans all over the world and that it's a great way of meeting amazing people that you may not get to see everyday or otherwise connect with. I say this is true, Garrett followed me on Twitter and my chain reaction was to follow him back. After I did so I realized his amazing talent and we ended up connecting so well he allowed me to write this blog.
Besides music he loves to travel. He frequents Mexico quite a bit on his travels. He loves sports and especially loves to golf. He is a reader which warms my writer heart. Plus, he loves meeting new people. If you ever had a doubt that Garrett was a great guy he once gave a friend a Kidney and wants to be open and honest with his fans about how much photoshop is done on his pictures, he explained that "I'm 5 ft 2, 140 lbs, heavily balding and out of shape." Never believe some of the stuff Morgan says however he is a huge jokester and loves to play pranks from time to time. If Garrett is in control of the TV then he is most likely feeding his addiction to the show Psych. He believes detective Juliet O'Hara is the die-cut of a perfect woman.
While Garrett Morgan has the ability to swoon woman with one simple word he can also be enjoyed by men. Garrett Morgan loves his Whiskey likes he loves his woman. If you are wanting to connect with Garrett you can follow him on twitter @gmorganmusic. You can sample his tracks on Spotify. I dare you to dive into the lyrics of a Garrett Morgan song and I promise at least you ladies will be dying for him to call you sugar.
Sunday, August 19, 2012
Tuesday, August 14, 2012
Be Daring, Be Bold, Be You
I was reminded days ago that my battle plan to life had worn out and served it purpose. I could no longer read the coordinates and was dwelling on missed missions. The past few days I have tried to redefine the perfect missions, the perfect comrades, and the plan that will win the war.
What I've discovered in the battle field of life is to: be daring, be bold, but always be YOU. I know you all are sayin' that is fundamental. We all know to be ourselves, to take risk, and to dare cross another path or chase another dream. Believe me, I knew that fact as well. However, when the stresses, the demons, and life drags you down you can lose your grip or rather your sense of urgency in winning the war.
When I was brought onto this Earth...I couldn't have fathomed the paths and trials I would have to face. As those became exposed to me I slowly equipped myself with the essential toolbox. I mean at the time I thought the lessons were pretty essential. However, like we as individuals are always evolving...so is our essential toolbox.
Of course, not all the contents are changed and sometimes we are lucky enough to inherit a bigger tool box to store more of these infinite wisdom's in. Though each individuals tool box is composed of different tools...this simple phrase can find its way inscribed if not on the tool box itself but in your heart.
I challenge you to adapt or review your battle plan. As a part of my newly drafted plan I am going to genuinely smile more and worry less. I am going to love wholeheartedly and give without the intent of receiving anything in return. So, are you ready to Be Daring, Be Bold, but most importantly Be YOU?
What I've discovered in the battle field of life is to: be daring, be bold, but always be YOU. I know you all are sayin' that is fundamental. We all know to be ourselves, to take risk, and to dare cross another path or chase another dream. Believe me, I knew that fact as well. However, when the stresses, the demons, and life drags you down you can lose your grip or rather your sense of urgency in winning the war.
When I was brought onto this Earth...I couldn't have fathomed the paths and trials I would have to face. As those became exposed to me I slowly equipped myself with the essential toolbox. I mean at the time I thought the lessons were pretty essential. However, like we as individuals are always evolving...so is our essential toolbox.
Of course, not all the contents are changed and sometimes we are lucky enough to inherit a bigger tool box to store more of these infinite wisdom's in. Though each individuals tool box is composed of different tools...this simple phrase can find its way inscribed if not on the tool box itself but in your heart.
I challenge you to adapt or review your battle plan. As a part of my newly drafted plan I am going to genuinely smile more and worry less. I am going to love wholeheartedly and give without the intent of receiving anything in return. So, are you ready to Be Daring, Be Bold, but most importantly Be YOU?
Friday, July 27, 2012
The Journey to cowboyhood
When we're little we all aspire to be something. Some of us want to be famous while others hope just to find the secret to happiness. For some men , however, they journey on from being a man to becoming a cowboy. Devon Dutton a bull rider from Clarksville, Arkansas is on this journey. Being a bull rider to him isn't just a way of showing off his strength or his inner craziness, it is his life.
Dutton always wanted to ride bulls, but like many young men his mother wasn't quite fond on the idea. Devon told me that at 16 he finally went to a buck out pin and mounted a bull for the very first time. While most teens are test driving pick ups or cars, Dutton was test drivin' a beast, one with horns and hooves. Although, being naturally talented Devon stayed on for the first eight seconds. It went all downhill from there and it's when Dutton notched his name permanently on any entry form he could get his hand on.
Being a bull rider is tough. Not only is there a physical toll which makes this 21 year old feel much older and constantly sends the line from the Garth brooks song "Much to young to feel this damn old" through his head but there is an emotional toll. Dutton mentions that bull riders must find their own way to escape the fear of it. He gave me the example about being the next guy out of the chute, and the rider out before you gets knocked out. "You have to block it out of your head, if you don't you will fall off. You have to find your brand of cockiness/confidence."
One thing that Dutton does best is never shy away from a battle. He hold a card to many rodeo organizations and plans on getting his PRCA permit. He has had a delay at getting his permit to the elite Pro Rodeo association due to injury. However, his fighter mentality makes him want to always compete against the best and beat them. If he could face one bovine opponent of his dreams it would be the late great Little Yellow Jacket.
Besides, being crazy enough to ride bulls, Dutton loves to be outdoors and if not riding bulls he prefers to be on the water, hunting or watching his beloved Arkansas Razorbacks or cursing the backroads to clear his head. If he hadn't found a career in bull riding he would probably be a hunting guide and dreams of one day opening a hunting ranch on the side ( I think that is really Kick Butt).
Devon says his biggest fan is his mama although he always hates when she has nervous breakdowns watching him ride. He wants to redefine the bull riding community by stripping away the "player" mentality from people minds and showing them that even good ol' boys find enjoyment in the bucking chute. Besides his family, Jesus is number one in his life.
Dutton would say he is his own worst critic and that people often tell him he is to pretty to be a bull rider. Ladies, if you look at him his adorable, breathe taking smile will definitely rope you in. He is living his dreams and hopes to etch his name into the record books. He will not call himself a cowboy for he feels like those are big boots to fill and he just isn't there yet.
If you want to catch Devon Dutton live you can find him riding from the plains of Oklahoma to the deep south of Mississippi. Devon is a bull rider to watch for and you better bet that his name will be put on many buckles and many rodeo programs. If you want to know more about this handsome gentleman than follow him on twitter (@DevonDutton).
The Cowgirl Dreamers (@21RockinCowgirl and @MissRowdyRodeo) are excited to be members of Team Dutton and cannot wait to watch Devon mature and win some of the biggest rodeos known to the rodeo community. Best of Luck on the Rodeo Trail Mr. Dutton and we hope to come support you live soon and recruit more and more fans for the team. We promise to make your mama a Team Dutton Shirt.
God Bless and leavin' the rodeo arena
Dutton always wanted to ride bulls, but like many young men his mother wasn't quite fond on the idea. Devon told me that at 16 he finally went to a buck out pin and mounted a bull for the very first time. While most teens are test driving pick ups or cars, Dutton was test drivin' a beast, one with horns and hooves. Although, being naturally talented Devon stayed on for the first eight seconds. It went all downhill from there and it's when Dutton notched his name permanently on any entry form he could get his hand on.
Being a bull rider is tough. Not only is there a physical toll which makes this 21 year old feel much older and constantly sends the line from the Garth brooks song "Much to young to feel this damn old" through his head but there is an emotional toll. Dutton mentions that bull riders must find their own way to escape the fear of it. He gave me the example about being the next guy out of the chute, and the rider out before you gets knocked out. "You have to block it out of your head, if you don't you will fall off. You have to find your brand of cockiness/confidence."
One thing that Dutton does best is never shy away from a battle. He hold a card to many rodeo organizations and plans on getting his PRCA permit. He has had a delay at getting his permit to the elite Pro Rodeo association due to injury. However, his fighter mentality makes him want to always compete against the best and beat them. If he could face one bovine opponent of his dreams it would be the late great Little Yellow Jacket.
Besides, being crazy enough to ride bulls, Dutton loves to be outdoors and if not riding bulls he prefers to be on the water, hunting or watching his beloved Arkansas Razorbacks or cursing the backroads to clear his head. If he hadn't found a career in bull riding he would probably be a hunting guide and dreams of one day opening a hunting ranch on the side ( I think that is really Kick Butt).
Devon says his biggest fan is his mama although he always hates when she has nervous breakdowns watching him ride. He wants to redefine the bull riding community by stripping away the "player" mentality from people minds and showing them that even good ol' boys find enjoyment in the bucking chute. Besides his family, Jesus is number one in his life.
Dutton would say he is his own worst critic and that people often tell him he is to pretty to be a bull rider. Ladies, if you look at him his adorable, breathe taking smile will definitely rope you in. He is living his dreams and hopes to etch his name into the record books. He will not call himself a cowboy for he feels like those are big boots to fill and he just isn't there yet.
If you want to catch Devon Dutton live you can find him riding from the plains of Oklahoma to the deep south of Mississippi. Devon is a bull rider to watch for and you better bet that his name will be put on many buckles and many rodeo programs. If you want to know more about this handsome gentleman than follow him on twitter (@DevonDutton).
The Cowgirl Dreamers (@21RockinCowgirl and @MissRowdyRodeo) are excited to be members of Team Dutton and cannot wait to watch Devon mature and win some of the biggest rodeos known to the rodeo community. Best of Luck on the Rodeo Trail Mr. Dutton and we hope to come support you live soon and recruit more and more fans for the team. We promise to make your mama a Team Dutton Shirt.
God Bless and leavin' the rodeo arena
Wednesday, June 27, 2012
A passions birth
Do you ever think back and wonder what set the course to something you are passionate about? Was it something you adopted with a close friend, or discovered it on a whim. Prehaps it was engrained into you by an adult or idol.
I think back to writing. It is funny that it is one of my passions. As you read my blogs you probably find countless grammar mistakes, incomplete thoughts or fragments and sometimes non-sense type tangents. I never have had the greatest track record with the english language even though It's my first language. Although, I found some sort of comfort in a written phrase over a spoken one. I know that most phrases now get dictated down but in the silence of my room I often find a quote or series of words that compel me.
I guess I shouldn't forget words that are sung. I sometimes think as I've grown up that I can picture stories better in some of my favorite old country songs.
Back to the point: I did tell you about the tangent thing remember. After struggling with reading in my formative elementary years, I found some solace in stories. They took me places I couldn't imagine .Julie Andrew Edwards took me on an adventure to find The Last of The Really Great Whangdoodles but Nancy Drew took me on the right trail to solve the mystery. Debra Seely introduced me to the plains and cowboys in The Last of the Roundup Boys, but F. Scott Fitzgerald landed me smack dab into high class society in The Great Gatsby. I got lost on the high sea with Pi Patel in the book Life of Pi and discovered a little more about the Wicked Witch of the West in Gregory Maguires Wicked. Although, I always remember to continue to Chase the Dream thanks to Constance Colson.
We all have stories, songs, and letters that take us to some destination. A memory or a thought I suppose. With countless books on different subjects and even the same one might wonder why a young woman would want to write. After watching Becoming Jane, I think I fell more in love with my talents of creating vivid and tangible images with words. Maybe the surgance in my love for the talent came with the ease of concealing hurt or insecurites behind characters. Ones who I promise you always find a way to overcome adversity even if it breaks them apart.
I guess maybe our passions are partly born from deep desires or needs in our lives...but what I do know is...whatever your passionate about, go after it. Get involved with it and maybe you'll find a link in your life that was missing.
Dream On and Best wishes on your journey of Passion
I think back to writing. It is funny that it is one of my passions. As you read my blogs you probably find countless grammar mistakes, incomplete thoughts or fragments and sometimes non-sense type tangents. I never have had the greatest track record with the english language even though It's my first language. Although, I found some sort of comfort in a written phrase over a spoken one. I know that most phrases now get dictated down but in the silence of my room I often find a quote or series of words that compel me.
I guess I shouldn't forget words that are sung. I sometimes think as I've grown up that I can picture stories better in some of my favorite old country songs.
Back to the point: I did tell you about the tangent thing remember. After struggling with reading in my formative elementary years, I found some solace in stories. They took me places I couldn't imagine .Julie Andrew Edwards took me on an adventure to find The Last of The Really Great Whangdoodles but Nancy Drew took me on the right trail to solve the mystery. Debra Seely introduced me to the plains and cowboys in The Last of the Roundup Boys, but F. Scott Fitzgerald landed me smack dab into high class society in The Great Gatsby. I got lost on the high sea with Pi Patel in the book Life of Pi and discovered a little more about the Wicked Witch of the West in Gregory Maguires Wicked. Although, I always remember to continue to Chase the Dream thanks to Constance Colson.
We all have stories, songs, and letters that take us to some destination. A memory or a thought I suppose. With countless books on different subjects and even the same one might wonder why a young woman would want to write. After watching Becoming Jane, I think I fell more in love with my talents of creating vivid and tangible images with words. Maybe the surgance in my love for the talent came with the ease of concealing hurt or insecurites behind characters. Ones who I promise you always find a way to overcome adversity even if it breaks them apart.
I guess maybe our passions are partly born from deep desires or needs in our lives...but what I do know is...whatever your passionate about, go after it. Get involved with it and maybe you'll find a link in your life that was missing.
Dream On and Best wishes on your journey of Passion
Thursday, May 31, 2012
Maybe I'm...
Maybe, I'm still like a child sitting in a shopping cart. Watching the world through jaded eyes only triggered by objects that catch my attention. Perhaps, I'm a bit like Picasso. Starving to show the world my vision. An inability to have people see the true genius of my work.
However, could I possible look at the world through a history cinematographer's lens. Waiting with uncanny patients to capture the image, the movement, that will be associated with some glorifying or horrifying historical event.
If music be my escape let it be that my soul is intertwined with Hendrix and The Beatles. Searching for the one liner, the anthem, the melody to defy a generation.
If poems be my muse conceivably the internal torture of Poe be my motivation factor, or for literary immortality as it may be I should find my inner F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Except even if these greats have a manifestation inside of me, I'm yet a naive twenty three year old. Whose mere life seems to revolve around an intense want of leaving an extravagant yet mystifying tall tale behind me.
I could not dare to leave this world and enter the stratosphere being called boring, plain, or unadventurous. I want them to say my laughter held it's own special tune. My smile glistened brighter than any prized gem.
I want people to hold their heads high and chase their dreams to the moon. I want to create a legacy such as the American Cowboys. I want to be remembers as a person who fell more than she stood, but fearlessly took the next step anyways. I want to inspire before I transpire. So, I will fight like Ali to leave an indescribable, altering, purely passion and fire of a story behind me. For I only live once and this may be the next great story read by all.
-------------------------> This came to me at work today. I am not sure what to do with it. I don't know why I had the urge to share it, other than the fact that some of the phrases seemed literary inspiring and I couldn't let the passion or fire die within me.
Blessings and Well Wishes
However, could I possible look at the world through a history cinematographer's lens. Waiting with uncanny patients to capture the image, the movement, that will be associated with some glorifying or horrifying historical event.
If music be my escape let it be that my soul is intertwined with Hendrix and The Beatles. Searching for the one liner, the anthem, the melody to defy a generation.
If poems be my muse conceivably the internal torture of Poe be my motivation factor, or for literary immortality as it may be I should find my inner F. Scott Fitzgerald.
Except even if these greats have a manifestation inside of me, I'm yet a naive twenty three year old. Whose mere life seems to revolve around an intense want of leaving an extravagant yet mystifying tall tale behind me.
I could not dare to leave this world and enter the stratosphere being called boring, plain, or unadventurous. I want them to say my laughter held it's own special tune. My smile glistened brighter than any prized gem.
I want people to hold their heads high and chase their dreams to the moon. I want to create a legacy such as the American Cowboys. I want to be remembers as a person who fell more than she stood, but fearlessly took the next step anyways. I want to inspire before I transpire. So, I will fight like Ali to leave an indescribable, altering, purely passion and fire of a story behind me. For I only live once and this may be the next great story read by all.
-------------------------> This came to me at work today. I am not sure what to do with it. I don't know why I had the urge to share it, other than the fact that some of the phrases seemed literary inspiring and I couldn't let the passion or fire die within me.
Blessings and Well Wishes
Saturday, March 24, 2012
What A party?
So, as y'all can decode from my Sunday music blogs I am a huge...make that MEGA country music fan...and I am not talking Taylor Swift Country. I was raised with bands who had the fiddle and steel whining...a haunting sensation in most done me wrong songs. Friday I was lucky to go celebrate my favorite Radio Stations birthday with them. It featured some new artist I have come to love...One was Jason Cassidy.
Let me get into Jason Cassidy. I first heard his what if song on the radio and thanks to good old Spotify I learned to devour all of his songs. My cousin had mentioned seeing Cassidy and his band on the morning news but I unfortunately missed the performance. I didn't however miss one of the best shows. Cassidy voice is pure and so country. Coming out of Texas you know I have to tip my hat to him. As I got lost in his melodic magic, I also couldn't help but feel my soul scream as his fiddle player got down. I truly believe that to have a country soul, you can not deny that you need a little fiddle-de-dee in your life. Cassidy is going to make it big, he is going to start the positive revolution to return country to it's rightful backwoods home. I got to touch Cassidy Hands twice and so Loved his hook em horns hat...I think that's cause y'all know I love Texas. I guarantee if you grew up in the age of Garth Brooks, Travis Tritt, and all those other kick ass 90's artist you will want to check the cool cat Jason Cassidy out especially What if...it's not the same old sad love song * insert clever smile here*.
The second person to perform was this guy name Jon Pardi...I didn't know him at all..Shocker since i usually only listen to mainstream artist when I have the radio on. I loved his guitar strap but unfortunately I need to listen to him more to really get the musical overdose that I got from Cassidy and the others.
Okay, this paragraph is going to be long. The third performance was from the dynamic trio Eden's Edge. From the time I heard Amen, I feel in love with their playful lyrics and undeniable country sass. Even though Dean is in the trio, you definitely feel the playfulness from Hannah and Cherill. Cherill plays a mean mandolin...plus she has become one of my fashion icons along with Hannah. What I love about Hannah's voice is it is so authentic...not fabricated and that girl can belt out the notes. I love how Dean compliments the girls and he plays a mean guitar. Of course we all know their smash hit, but it is there song Swinging Door that has been an obsession for a few weeks now. It country/ Americana roots run thick, as the trio headed by Hannah's fiery sass tells a man who was once in one of the girls lives that his train doesn't need to pull into the depot anymore...Well the lyrics say stop, but same thing. My favorite line is "You have a girl in every cow town." I suppose this is because I am so sure that my ex was playing me as a jaded fool, but he can run off to those other girls. Although, one song that really got me was their song Cherry Pie. Hannah explained that Dean and some friends had this idea to write a song and called Hannah up to ask who inspired her, to Hannah growing up in Arkansas it was her Welsh Pony named Cherry Pie. However, the lyrics related to the same feelings and devotions that I had with my best friend. The song brought tears to my eyes. I also got to touch Hannah's hand and Cherill could tell I was groovin'. I absolutely as they played felt like my soul was dancin' on the stage and that is what country music is all about. If you haven't felt the dimensional depth of this trio...go on a ride, you will be surprised and smilin' after every trip/
The final performer was Josh Thompson, a lot of people know him as the beer on the table guy, and the Way out Here. I have to tell you, Josh is beyond that. He is an amazing performer, has an amazing smile, can play the guitar, and his songs man they send this sort of energy over you that you cant control. While sing Way out Here I swear Whiskey Tangos felt like some Southern Country Revival, as if as we all balled our hands in a Rosie the Riveter fashion that we were going to take the world down, if not alone but together. However, Josh has a huge influence in his music from outlaw country singers and I love the line in one of his songs and he sings " I blame it on Waylon." I also love his song about losing yourself to someone for the first time and the feeling you get, the line " We lost more than a diamond earring." signifies that coming of age bliss. Josh pumped up the crowd and had us all singin' every word. One thing I loved about Josh's band is it featured a steel guitar player. I have to admit, I am envious of Steel guitar players. From a young age when I would hear that high whine in one of the songs I was listening to I would feel my heart burst. His steel player was awesome and I enjoyed his banjo playin' also. However, Josh Thompson made me cry when he played his song called Sinner...Josh said he had been searchin' everywhere to find a song that was the epitome of him, and he found it in that song. The song recalls that we all feel a sin coming on but a Sinner is thankful that God will never quit on him or her. The song gives me chills when I listen to it because like Josh I know if there was a limited space in Heaven I would not be going there.
If you are looking for true country music...take a listen to some of these artist. If you want to go back in time, have a line morph into a memory take a ride down their lyrical roads and you are sure to find a few artist that you can't help but sing along to even when there music isn't on.
God Bless
Let me get into Jason Cassidy. I first heard his what if song on the radio and thanks to good old Spotify I learned to devour all of his songs. My cousin had mentioned seeing Cassidy and his band on the morning news but I unfortunately missed the performance. I didn't however miss one of the best shows. Cassidy voice is pure and so country. Coming out of Texas you know I have to tip my hat to him. As I got lost in his melodic magic, I also couldn't help but feel my soul scream as his fiddle player got down. I truly believe that to have a country soul, you can not deny that you need a little fiddle-de-dee in your life. Cassidy is going to make it big, he is going to start the positive revolution to return country to it's rightful backwoods home. I got to touch Cassidy Hands twice and so Loved his hook em horns hat...I think that's cause y'all know I love Texas. I guarantee if you grew up in the age of Garth Brooks, Travis Tritt, and all those other kick ass 90's artist you will want to check the cool cat Jason Cassidy out especially What if...it's not the same old sad love song * insert clever smile here*.
The second person to perform was this guy name Jon Pardi...I didn't know him at all..Shocker since i usually only listen to mainstream artist when I have the radio on. I loved his guitar strap but unfortunately I need to listen to him more to really get the musical overdose that I got from Cassidy and the others.
Okay, this paragraph is going to be long. The third performance was from the dynamic trio Eden's Edge. From the time I heard Amen, I feel in love with their playful lyrics and undeniable country sass. Even though Dean is in the trio, you definitely feel the playfulness from Hannah and Cherill. Cherill plays a mean mandolin...plus she has become one of my fashion icons along with Hannah. What I love about Hannah's voice is it is so authentic...not fabricated and that girl can belt out the notes. I love how Dean compliments the girls and he plays a mean guitar. Of course we all know their smash hit, but it is there song Swinging Door that has been an obsession for a few weeks now. It country/ Americana roots run thick, as the trio headed by Hannah's fiery sass tells a man who was once in one of the girls lives that his train doesn't need to pull into the depot anymore...Well the lyrics say stop, but same thing. My favorite line is "You have a girl in every cow town." I suppose this is because I am so sure that my ex was playing me as a jaded fool, but he can run off to those other girls. Although, one song that really got me was their song Cherry Pie. Hannah explained that Dean and some friends had this idea to write a song and called Hannah up to ask who inspired her, to Hannah growing up in Arkansas it was her Welsh Pony named Cherry Pie. However, the lyrics related to the same feelings and devotions that I had with my best friend. The song brought tears to my eyes. I also got to touch Hannah's hand and Cherill could tell I was groovin'. I absolutely as they played felt like my soul was dancin' on the stage and that is what country music is all about. If you haven't felt the dimensional depth of this trio...go on a ride, you will be surprised and smilin' after every trip/
The final performer was Josh Thompson, a lot of people know him as the beer on the table guy, and the Way out Here. I have to tell you, Josh is beyond that. He is an amazing performer, has an amazing smile, can play the guitar, and his songs man they send this sort of energy over you that you cant control. While sing Way out Here I swear Whiskey Tangos felt like some Southern Country Revival, as if as we all balled our hands in a Rosie the Riveter fashion that we were going to take the world down, if not alone but together. However, Josh has a huge influence in his music from outlaw country singers and I love the line in one of his songs and he sings " I blame it on Waylon." I also love his song about losing yourself to someone for the first time and the feeling you get, the line " We lost more than a diamond earring." signifies that coming of age bliss. Josh pumped up the crowd and had us all singin' every word. One thing I loved about Josh's band is it featured a steel guitar player. I have to admit, I am envious of Steel guitar players. From a young age when I would hear that high whine in one of the songs I was listening to I would feel my heart burst. His steel player was awesome and I enjoyed his banjo playin' also. However, Josh Thompson made me cry when he played his song called Sinner...Josh said he had been searchin' everywhere to find a song that was the epitome of him, and he found it in that song. The song recalls that we all feel a sin coming on but a Sinner is thankful that God will never quit on him or her. The song gives me chills when I listen to it because like Josh I know if there was a limited space in Heaven I would not be going there.
If you are looking for true country music...take a listen to some of these artist. If you want to go back in time, have a line morph into a memory take a ride down their lyrical roads and you are sure to find a few artist that you can't help but sing along to even when there music isn't on.
God Bless
Sunday, March 18, 2012
Ode to the songwriter---> This is Jeff Scott Stevens Story
So, I decided to take a small detour but this detour is also highly important to the music. Some artist often need edged or assisted in the song writing process, for some Jeff Scott Stevens becomes that assistant. He has been getting acclaim for the vivid imagery his songs produce in his listener.
When I first discovered his song writing talent it came in the form of his song Daddy Don't Go. Stevens said that he envisioned the song being sung by either Martina McBride or Carrie Underwood. Stevens often envisions the vocalist as he progressively seeks the right combination of words and lyrical hooks. His song Daddy Don't Go came to Stevens from a familiar place: news stories. He had watched the news, read articles, and amerced himself in the stories of friends and family about young children missing there parents due to them fighting in the war. He took the stance in the song by looking on the outside in and wrote a heartfelt tune that stands ode to those individuals who must wait for their heroes to come home.
He then exposed his festive anthem Campfire song...a summertime anthem that despite its inability to be released the summer of 2011 it will definitely be an anthem for everyone in 2012. It is definitely a stark contrast to the seriousness of Daddy Don't Go but exhibits that Stevens has the ability to make you want to party or go grab a tissue.
Stevens says his start to exposing his music to social media started out slow on Myspace but once he found twitter the exponential growth of his singles being heard by fans. He enjoys Twitter a lot and is so grateful for the support that has come from the social media age of music. He also if you do not follow him would like you to know that you can find him as @jeffsstevens.
Other than writing music Jeff Scott Stevens enjoys playing with music software and technologies, he loves hanging out with friends and is a reality TV junkie. This probably helps describe his since of variations in who he dreams to collaborate with especially classic rock artist from the 60's-90s but his modern dream collaborations contain Reba, Blake, Lady Antebellum and so many more. He would be honored to submit his songs to anyone who could put the rich tone to his message.
Knowing that Stevens's songs often follow the storyteller ideology of country music, I asked him why he feels people listen to country music and he mentioned that "the vocalist and songwriters often collaborate what we as humans cannot or are to afraid to say, that and country music can be full of love songs, but also have the fun upbeat party songs."
I also asked if there were anything he wanted me to let you guys know and he wanted to tells his fans that they are extremely important to him and that he is grateful for all the support. To the new fans who check him out he wants you to know that along with Twitter he also has a facebook and you can find him at www.facebook.com/jeffsstevens and that all his music is downloadable at itunes.
If there wasn't songwriters there would be some song birds who would be song less and sometimes the song birds need a helping hand. It is people like Jeff Scott Stevens that know the best lines, hooks, and melodies that will have any music lover laughing, crying, or cracking it up. So, even if he doesn't sing the great tunes, check him out, you will be impressed.
When I first discovered his song writing talent it came in the form of his song Daddy Don't Go. Stevens said that he envisioned the song being sung by either Martina McBride or Carrie Underwood. Stevens often envisions the vocalist as he progressively seeks the right combination of words and lyrical hooks. His song Daddy Don't Go came to Stevens from a familiar place: news stories. He had watched the news, read articles, and amerced himself in the stories of friends and family about young children missing there parents due to them fighting in the war. He took the stance in the song by looking on the outside in and wrote a heartfelt tune that stands ode to those individuals who must wait for their heroes to come home.
He then exposed his festive anthem Campfire song...a summertime anthem that despite its inability to be released the summer of 2011 it will definitely be an anthem for everyone in 2012. It is definitely a stark contrast to the seriousness of Daddy Don't Go but exhibits that Stevens has the ability to make you want to party or go grab a tissue.
Stevens says his start to exposing his music to social media started out slow on Myspace but once he found twitter the exponential growth of his singles being heard by fans. He enjoys Twitter a lot and is so grateful for the support that has come from the social media age of music. He also if you do not follow him would like you to know that you can find him as @jeffsstevens.
Other than writing music Jeff Scott Stevens enjoys playing with music software and technologies, he loves hanging out with friends and is a reality TV junkie. This probably helps describe his since of variations in who he dreams to collaborate with especially classic rock artist from the 60's-90s but his modern dream collaborations contain Reba, Blake, Lady Antebellum and so many more. He would be honored to submit his songs to anyone who could put the rich tone to his message.
Knowing that Stevens's songs often follow the storyteller ideology of country music, I asked him why he feels people listen to country music and he mentioned that "the vocalist and songwriters often collaborate what we as humans cannot or are to afraid to say, that and country music can be full of love songs, but also have the fun upbeat party songs."
I also asked if there were anything he wanted me to let you guys know and he wanted to tells his fans that they are extremely important to him and that he is grateful for all the support. To the new fans who check him out he wants you to know that along with Twitter he also has a facebook and you can find him at www.facebook.com/jeffsstevens and that all his music is downloadable at itunes.
If there wasn't songwriters there would be some song birds who would be song less and sometimes the song birds need a helping hand. It is people like Jeff Scott Stevens that know the best lines, hooks, and melodies that will have any music lover laughing, crying, or cracking it up. So, even if he doesn't sing the great tunes, check him out, you will be impressed.
Friday, March 16, 2012
Fighters Breed Fighters - The Mckennon Wimberly Story
A young golden glove boxer was inspired to put on his gloves thanks to the ideology of the one and only Muhammad Ali...yet this boxer also just so happened to love bulls. To say that this is a weird combination is naive for whether fighting an opponent or dancing with a bull it takes the heart of a fighter to get the job done.
Mckennon Wimberly, the Cool, Texas cowboy as he has been called; eats, sleeps, and breathes the life of a fighter. It's something almost genetic about him. Growing up the son of Joe Wimberly it is no surprise that the addiction to the danger flowed readily through his veins. However, his reckless soul was nurtured by his mother Paula. His upbringing has made him a young man that many can relate to and all end up loving.
Back in 2007 when Wimberly broke on to the Elite Built Ford Tough Series at the age of 18, he saw some opposition from some rodeo fans seeing him as: a cocky cowboy who couldn't back up the words he spoke. Like a true Fighter, Mckennon triumphed by not letting them get to him and by anxiously applying the catch phase: "I'm young, I'm handsome, and I can't possibly be beat." Though, the 18 year old soon turned into a true contender in the year 2010 and 2011.
Unfortunately, the potential to succeed in 2011 was shattered by one ride. As bull riding fans know, all it takes is one injury to end a season, a career, and even a life. Wimberly's was in Anaheim, he had been spending time at the beach with his girlfriend, now fiance, stock contractor Mesa Pate. As always Wimberly felt confident that he could get the job done and make the 8 second buzzer. Neither him or Pate could envision what would really happen. As the nights festivities got underway Wimberly mounted up in his modern Warrior gear: vest, chaps, helmet. It would be this helmet that would save him from the first initial blow he sustained from MoeBandy.com from D& H cattle and country singer Moe Bandy. However, the force of the blow, sent his helmet flying. The unconscious Wimberly still tied on would then endure another blow to his head.
When accidents like this happen the arena falls silent. Almost like Hollywood orchestrated such a soundtrack. Gasps and awe struck stares looked on. It would soon be concluded that Wimberly Suffered a Traumatic brain injury, a crack in his shoulder, and a broken jaw.
Most people with Traumatic Brain Injuries never fully recover, but remember what I've already told you: Wimberly is a fighter. After months and months of rehabilitation Wimberly showed the world what his heart was made of and in Vegas in 2011 asked the love of his life to marry him.
Most people would call Wimberly's story one of a Cinderella moment. However, in a cowboys life nothing is ever certain.
That is one lesson he has taught me. I am gonna detour a bit and tell you a side story on this cowboy. One that turned me from just a fan into one of his friends. I met Mckennon his rookie year. I had no clue who the cowboy was but knew from his Kodak smile that he would be famous and I wanted to watch his success unfold. My best friend told me that he was a superstar in the making. I couldn't have agreed more with her. When Wimberly returned to Kansas city in 2008 I first caught glimpse of the humorous guy he was, as he placed my friends, sisters, and cousin's baseball caps on the wrong way after signing them. I suppose its that memory I default to quite a bit when I need to smile. For that would be the last time my friend would be standing next to this great athlete.
My soul sister Linsey Kay Nelson died September 12th, 2008. A day that is ingrained in me. In November I embarked on a journey to write my first novel called the Western Dreamer inspired by cowboys such as Wimberly and what it truly takes to fight for the dreams that burn inside. I am proud to say Mckennon owns a copy and even has a special dedication in the sequel...the dedication reads as such :
Mckennon Wimberly, the Cool, Texas cowboy as he has been called; eats, sleeps, and breathes the life of a fighter. It's something almost genetic about him. Growing up the son of Joe Wimberly it is no surprise that the addiction to the danger flowed readily through his veins. However, his reckless soul was nurtured by his mother Paula. His upbringing has made him a young man that many can relate to and all end up loving.
Back in 2007 when Wimberly broke on to the Elite Built Ford Tough Series at the age of 18, he saw some opposition from some rodeo fans seeing him as: a cocky cowboy who couldn't back up the words he spoke. Like a true Fighter, Mckennon triumphed by not letting them get to him and by anxiously applying the catch phase: "I'm young, I'm handsome, and I can't possibly be beat." Though, the 18 year old soon turned into a true contender in the year 2010 and 2011.
Unfortunately, the potential to succeed in 2011 was shattered by one ride. As bull riding fans know, all it takes is one injury to end a season, a career, and even a life. Wimberly's was in Anaheim, he had been spending time at the beach with his girlfriend, now fiance, stock contractor Mesa Pate. As always Wimberly felt confident that he could get the job done and make the 8 second buzzer. Neither him or Pate could envision what would really happen. As the nights festivities got underway Wimberly mounted up in his modern Warrior gear: vest, chaps, helmet. It would be this helmet that would save him from the first initial blow he sustained from MoeBandy.com from D& H cattle and country singer Moe Bandy. However, the force of the blow, sent his helmet flying. The unconscious Wimberly still tied on would then endure another blow to his head.
When accidents like this happen the arena falls silent. Almost like Hollywood orchestrated such a soundtrack. Gasps and awe struck stares looked on. It would soon be concluded that Wimberly Suffered a Traumatic brain injury, a crack in his shoulder, and a broken jaw.
Most people with Traumatic Brain Injuries never fully recover, but remember what I've already told you: Wimberly is a fighter. After months and months of rehabilitation Wimberly showed the world what his heart was made of and in Vegas in 2011 asked the love of his life to marry him.
Most people would call Wimberly's story one of a Cinderella moment. However, in a cowboys life nothing is ever certain.
That is one lesson he has taught me. I am gonna detour a bit and tell you a side story on this cowboy. One that turned me from just a fan into one of his friends. I met Mckennon his rookie year. I had no clue who the cowboy was but knew from his Kodak smile that he would be famous and I wanted to watch his success unfold. My best friend told me that he was a superstar in the making. I couldn't have agreed more with her. When Wimberly returned to Kansas city in 2008 I first caught glimpse of the humorous guy he was, as he placed my friends, sisters, and cousin's baseball caps on the wrong way after signing them. I suppose its that memory I default to quite a bit when I need to smile. For that would be the last time my friend would be standing next to this great athlete.
My soul sister Linsey Kay Nelson died September 12th, 2008. A day that is ingrained in me. In November I embarked on a journey to write my first novel called the Western Dreamer inspired by cowboys such as Wimberly and what it truly takes to fight for the dreams that burn inside. I am proud to say Mckennon owns a copy and even has a special dedication in the sequel...the dedication reads as such :
This novel is also dedicated to the fearless Mckennon
Wimberly, a cowboy who always inspires me to be my absolute best; a cowboy that
has taught me to fight for all my dreams. A guy who has a bright future full of
countless dreams himself.
If it was anything through the process of exploring my writing it was Mckennon's voice who echoed "journey on. and stay the course." In 2009 I realized the true meaning of being a fighter. It's about being knocked out and never settling for anything less than what your best. Through, this friendship I have also grown to be friends with his mom Paula. Paula reminds me that in this day and age its okay to be strong willed : I think she is who Mckennon got it from. I have also briefly talked to Mckennon's sisters who are so proud of their little brother.
For people wondering if Mckennon can ever reach the climax he was heading to in 2011, I say, wait and see. For he is ready to prepare for battle. Much like the warrior attitude he displays for his fans, his loyal followers have adopted the name Wimberly Warriors to honor him. It is his fighting spirit that inspires, motivates, and commands attention. The next time you see this cowboys name on a Rodeo Roster go up and shake his hand. Your bound to find that behind his smooth lines, is a genuine 110 percent cowboy and you'll make a friend for life.
Tuesday, March 13, 2012
I'm Dyslexic
Today I went to drop my two year old niece off at my older sisters. I was shocked that the neighbor boy preceded to tell me that he was a better reader than my 5 year old niece because she can hardly read some of the stories in their readers. I could see this ounce of shame in her eyes. I could see the little girl I was when my teacher suggested to my parents in the 2nd grade that I go get reading assistants. Back then you didn't just get labeled a dyslexic if it wasn't extreme. It wasn't like I couldn't read I just had a rather high difficulty scoring at the level on my peers on spelling test. It was that difficulty that made me cry in the 5th grade because I missed a perfect spelling test score by one letter. ONE FREAKING LETTER BROUGHT ME TO TEARS. It was a joke later used by one of my favorite teacher but what she doesn't realized is I expected myself to do better because I knew I had some hurdle to overcome.
By my sophomore year of high school however, I was reading above many of my classmates. I chose to read classics like The Great Gatsby and fantasy books such as Wicked. I soon realized that my spelling impairment helped me speed read and one summer I went through about 20 books. I still love to read and don't do it as often as I should because I am focusing on trying to get into school but as I went off to college I soon also understood why the same year I got sent to reading assistance that I was also told to go to math. Much like my jumbled up spelling at times; Numbers seemed to flip. I sometimes tell the time backwards (well did when I was little), Working retail I often tell someone there total is less or more than it really is and immediately correct myself. I suffered horrible grades in both chemistry and physics because I was to scared to admit to my professors until it was to late that I was not necessarily approaching the question wrong I was just misplacing my unknowns and known.
I am not trying to say pity me...seriously, I don't want that. I just want people to know that millions of people have some form of this. Our brains just like to play tricks on us and at a young age its often cruel to say a kid is delayed or not at a sub-par. I am rather intelligent when you meet me, lets not talk politics that is not my strong suit but much like my obsession with Bull Riding if you talk about science with me you will realize my intense love for anatomy and the functionality of the human body. I don't hate God or my parents for never recognizing or getting me treated for in fact the teachers who assisted me at a young age did that. They reminded me that I was highly capable like the rest of my class. I didn't go off to be Valedictorian but I did rank in the top 11 percent of my class. I didn't become any kind of cum latte in college because of one freak semester that changed the course of my life.
I want people to know its okay to be bad spellers, just use spell check and dictionaries often. I want kids to know that its not funny to pick on someone for any reason. For the individual must overcome their monster enough in life, they don't need to define it or take it from anyone else.
I am a writer and I have dyslexia. I love chemistry but I mix up numbers....I am not gonna let labels or small imperfections in my brain stop me from engrossing myself into both the writing and science communities. It's like everything else in my life...I just gotta try harder.
Blessings and Well Wishes
By my sophomore year of high school however, I was reading above many of my classmates. I chose to read classics like The Great Gatsby and fantasy books such as Wicked. I soon realized that my spelling impairment helped me speed read and one summer I went through about 20 books. I still love to read and don't do it as often as I should because I am focusing on trying to get into school but as I went off to college I soon also understood why the same year I got sent to reading assistance that I was also told to go to math. Much like my jumbled up spelling at times; Numbers seemed to flip. I sometimes tell the time backwards (well did when I was little), Working retail I often tell someone there total is less or more than it really is and immediately correct myself. I suffered horrible grades in both chemistry and physics because I was to scared to admit to my professors until it was to late that I was not necessarily approaching the question wrong I was just misplacing my unknowns and known.
I am not trying to say pity me...seriously, I don't want that. I just want people to know that millions of people have some form of this. Our brains just like to play tricks on us and at a young age its often cruel to say a kid is delayed or not at a sub-par. I am rather intelligent when you meet me, lets not talk politics that is not my strong suit but much like my obsession with Bull Riding if you talk about science with me you will realize my intense love for anatomy and the functionality of the human body. I don't hate God or my parents for never recognizing or getting me treated for in fact the teachers who assisted me at a young age did that. They reminded me that I was highly capable like the rest of my class. I didn't go off to be Valedictorian but I did rank in the top 11 percent of my class. I didn't become any kind of cum latte in college because of one freak semester that changed the course of my life.
I want people to know its okay to be bad spellers, just use spell check and dictionaries often. I want kids to know that its not funny to pick on someone for any reason. For the individual must overcome their monster enough in life, they don't need to define it or take it from anyone else.
I am a writer and I have dyslexia. I love chemistry but I mix up numbers....I am not gonna let labels or small imperfections in my brain stop me from engrossing myself into both the writing and science communities. It's like everything else in my life...I just gotta try harder.
Blessings and Well Wishes
Sunday, March 11, 2012
Who is this cowboy? Dustin Lynch
In the opening lines of his song Cowboys and Angels which is getting radio airplay everywhere, Lynch croons out the words "There's a want and there's a need, there's a history between...girls like her and guys like me...cowboys and angels." From his song their is this since of iconic nature of such a relationship. For it takes his rugged, dangerous ways to make her sweet natured life complete. In all of Lynch's song listeners can be thrown into musical stories narrated by the sweet sultry voice of the Tullahoma, Tennessee cowboy.
Die hard fans of Dustin have a lot to thank him for. For the songwriter he transposes people back down memory lane. In his song Hurricane, Lynch writes about those kind of girls that leave a man wanting more, but as she steals their breathe away they know the warning that is heeded in her kiss is soon to be a subtle consequence of a heartbreak. Although, Lynch also writes song that take you back to your first love, like in his song way back when.
His lyrics are quite simplistic, but in a world were everyone is trying to find a way to slow down they are perfect cinemographical pieces and they are not even cinema scores. The piercing blue eyes of Lynch along with his genuine smile has made woman around the states wanting more.
While Lynch is busy I had little time to hear how things such as social media has affected him or how being picked exclusively by GAC made him feel but I am sure that he is honored to be picked by GAC to show his exclusive Tuesday webisodes called life on the DL. I also know that he has thousands of loyal twitter followers and can only imagine that the more people find his music the bigger his smile gets.
If you have not heard any of Lynch's songs I would challenge you to do so. For Lynch is among the next generation of artist that will revert country music back to its simple roots. Dustin Lynch is one to watch for...for he can not only make the ladies swoon but he is a man's man.
I challenge you to get lost in his lyrics and after listening to his song's I promise you they will automatically play repeat when you least expect it.
Blessings and Well Wishes to all...and Keep the music thumping and playing always
Die hard fans of Dustin have a lot to thank him for. For the songwriter he transposes people back down memory lane. In his song Hurricane, Lynch writes about those kind of girls that leave a man wanting more, but as she steals their breathe away they know the warning that is heeded in her kiss is soon to be a subtle consequence of a heartbreak. Although, Lynch also writes song that take you back to your first love, like in his song way back when.
His lyrics are quite simplistic, but in a world were everyone is trying to find a way to slow down they are perfect cinemographical pieces and they are not even cinema scores. The piercing blue eyes of Lynch along with his genuine smile has made woman around the states wanting more.
While Lynch is busy I had little time to hear how things such as social media has affected him or how being picked exclusively by GAC made him feel but I am sure that he is honored to be picked by GAC to show his exclusive Tuesday webisodes called life on the DL. I also know that he has thousands of loyal twitter followers and can only imagine that the more people find his music the bigger his smile gets.
If you have not heard any of Lynch's songs I would challenge you to do so. For Lynch is among the next generation of artist that will revert country music back to its simple roots. Dustin Lynch is one to watch for...for he can not only make the ladies swoon but he is a man's man.
I challenge you to get lost in his lyrics and after listening to his song's I promise you they will automatically play repeat when you least expect it.
Blessings and Well Wishes to all...and Keep the music thumping and playing always
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Speak your mind
I know in the past it was frowned upon for a woman to have her own thoughts, dreams, and ambitions...but that was so 1920s. We have come on the times where a Woman while she may not get elected can be on a ballet to run for president. A woman can be secratary of homeland security. Sure, there are still glass ceilings for woman in the work place but one thing and one reason I have fallen in love with the Western Lifestyle is because every woman speaks her mind.
A cowgirl is taught to ride high in the saddle, always holding her head high, she is taught to shoot straight, how to cook a mean meal for millions, and how to be one of the boys while at work but a woman in the bedroom. She can be one of the sweetest girls you ever meet but if you cross her she can be more dangerous than a rattlesnake.
I grew up so scared to show the world who I was. In high school I wore a mask and some people don't believe it but while I chose to live my life out loud that is not how I was living in the four walls of that building. I then got cheated on and felt like shit. Like I was worthless.
I got to college and the first chant that taught us was called "All My Life...." there is a line that says Go Go Get em Get em and when you got em say Hoo Ha Hoo Ha....In four years of college among learning about Psychology and Biology I learned quite the art of trash talk and I am okay with that. Our rivals know that when we walk in...they should be afaird. Fear the Paw is a common saying around the campus and in life I still want people to FEAR MY PAW.
When I walk into the room with my boots on I am not doing it to declare something. I am doing it because its who I am. I am a fiesty red-head that after years of hiding behind what she thought she should be doing is finally living for her. I climb in the saddle and you sure as hell am not gonna get me off of it easily.
I made a comment about Carrie Underwood today. I dont support her...never really have. I found out last year that she donated a large sum of money to take rodeo down....and so my comment to some may had been uncalled for...but I was not spreading lies or bull shit about her. I dont support her I wasnt telling the world not to. I may have been just one voice that said something but I know countless other RODEO riders and Fans who CANT STAND HER.
To the rest of the world Rodeo is just some extreme sport. To the Western World it is a tradition. As American as Apple Pie ala mode. The cowboys and cowgirls who risk their pocket books to make a living are heros in their own right. To a fan like me, they are people I wish I could be. So, yes, I voice my opposition to Rodeo being taken away because one of my very good friends is a Rodeo Cowboy and his Fiance is a stock contractor. It breaks my heart to thank that while I am fighting to get into school for what I love that some people would try to take his livelihood away. They DONT KNOW HIM. THEY HAVENT SEEN HIM DEFY DEATH TO RIDE AGAIN.
My soul sista dreams of being a bucking horse owner. Its a dream I am so proud of for her. I know she is just learning but she is doing her best to learn everything. She is the Future. She started a Rodeo chat and low and behold on thursday nights we get to unite all the way from the US, to Canada, To Brazil, To Aussieland, To Wales, To England....and we talk about Rodeo. How can so many people love it and yet the world sees it as dumb, useless, harming.
Even if I didnt make you think twice about your stance on the legacy of the rodeo cowboy or cowgirl I hope you take from this blog to never rest on things that you believe in. If you are passionate for something...Speak your mind. Just like today, twitter and facebook was a hot topic for the group Invisible Children. A group of three guys trying to stop a horrible LRA rebel by the name of Joesph Kony, who abducts kids and turns the boys into soliders and the girls into sex slaves and demostistic partners. FIND YOUR PASSION, SPEAK YOUR MIND
Blessings and Well Wishes to All
A cowgirl is taught to ride high in the saddle, always holding her head high, she is taught to shoot straight, how to cook a mean meal for millions, and how to be one of the boys while at work but a woman in the bedroom. She can be one of the sweetest girls you ever meet but if you cross her she can be more dangerous than a rattlesnake.
I grew up so scared to show the world who I was. In high school I wore a mask and some people don't believe it but while I chose to live my life out loud that is not how I was living in the four walls of that building. I then got cheated on and felt like shit. Like I was worthless.
I got to college and the first chant that taught us was called "All My Life...." there is a line that says Go Go Get em Get em and when you got em say Hoo Ha Hoo Ha....In four years of college among learning about Psychology and Biology I learned quite the art of trash talk and I am okay with that. Our rivals know that when we walk in...they should be afaird. Fear the Paw is a common saying around the campus and in life I still want people to FEAR MY PAW.
When I walk into the room with my boots on I am not doing it to declare something. I am doing it because its who I am. I am a fiesty red-head that after years of hiding behind what she thought she should be doing is finally living for her. I climb in the saddle and you sure as hell am not gonna get me off of it easily.
I made a comment about Carrie Underwood today. I dont support her...never really have. I found out last year that she donated a large sum of money to take rodeo down....and so my comment to some may had been uncalled for...but I was not spreading lies or bull shit about her. I dont support her I wasnt telling the world not to. I may have been just one voice that said something but I know countless other RODEO riders and Fans who CANT STAND HER.
To the rest of the world Rodeo is just some extreme sport. To the Western World it is a tradition. As American as Apple Pie ala mode. The cowboys and cowgirls who risk their pocket books to make a living are heros in their own right. To a fan like me, they are people I wish I could be. So, yes, I voice my opposition to Rodeo being taken away because one of my very good friends is a Rodeo Cowboy and his Fiance is a stock contractor. It breaks my heart to thank that while I am fighting to get into school for what I love that some people would try to take his livelihood away. They DONT KNOW HIM. THEY HAVENT SEEN HIM DEFY DEATH TO RIDE AGAIN.
My soul sista dreams of being a bucking horse owner. Its a dream I am so proud of for her. I know she is just learning but she is doing her best to learn everything. She is the Future. She started a Rodeo chat and low and behold on thursday nights we get to unite all the way from the US, to Canada, To Brazil, To Aussieland, To Wales, To England....and we talk about Rodeo. How can so many people love it and yet the world sees it as dumb, useless, harming.
Even if I didnt make you think twice about your stance on the legacy of the rodeo cowboy or cowgirl I hope you take from this blog to never rest on things that you believe in. If you are passionate for something...Speak your mind. Just like today, twitter and facebook was a hot topic for the group Invisible Children. A group of three guys trying to stop a horrible LRA rebel by the name of Joesph Kony, who abducts kids and turns the boys into soliders and the girls into sex slaves and demostistic partners. FIND YOUR PASSION, SPEAK YOUR MIND
Blessings and Well Wishes to All
Monday, March 5, 2012
Dynamic Duo- Welcome to Crawford and James County
I am pleased to write this blog about two Northwestern guys: Josh James and Aaron Crawford who combine to become country music's newest Dynamic Duo Crawford &James. I was lucky enough to get plenty of questions answered by one half of the duo Josh James and among the laughter got more insight into the music and the magic that makes Crawford & James a duo to watch out for. I asked them to define to me who they think their sound most commonly relates to, James told me that is a question they get asked a lot and love to find themselves drifting between the borders of country music and classic Americana. However, he says that the duo is highly influenced from the great Tom Petty and Marshal Tucker, although his hopes is they can create something new and fresh but still retain a traditional sound. Which is exactly what they do. They are refreshing but have moments in songs like Endless summer that scream tradition.
I was curious on why they would pursue a career as a duo instead of individually and the answer not only made sense but was truly insightful. They like options and with two members the options become twice as much as if they were to go it alone. Plus, with the retirement of Brooks & Dunn there was a void in the Male Duo department. I admire them greatly for coming together and finding their niche in the world of music.
Much like other new artist instead of diving directly into the CD process they released an introductory EP. This EP was to be almost like a preface to what was to come for the boys and much to their surprise they never intended it to reach so many peoples hands but are so blessed it has. James said "picking songs for the CD, "fell into place". That is music for you. It can magically flow together and as a fan I am stoked to hear the tunes that are forthcoming from this duo.
I also admitted my love affair to Josh James about one of the songs on their EP called Freedom like this. For a gypsy soul like me the line "You take the Map and I'll take the wheel" symbolically allocates how I one day hope my relationship will go when I find the right guy for me. James told me that songwriter Jedd Hughes wrote the piece and is notable for writing songs for Keith Urban. Much like the symbolism I saw in the lyrics James said "they love the song because it takes you somewhere." Much like the country music of old the story still resonates. Each listener can feel swept away to wherever they want to go. Need it be a ride down a beach front road or getting lost down the countless back roads. This song beautifully portrays the softer side of the duo.
I asked a pretty stiff question to them. Asking the duo if they think that their music could help country music throw back to its more traditional roots (i.e. using my favorite instrument the steel guitar)...James said they never thought about their music in such a way but like me feels like country music isn't country without a few key instruments. James believes a well played steel, with a great fiddle and a Dobro makes country music what it is.
Although, I wanted to focus on the groups sound I also wanted to dive into who they are as individuals. For often times for listeners of music a commonality with an artist brings them to listen to them more often (i.e. David Nail and Sarah Evans are both from Missouri like myself, I find a lot of there music I can relate to and are proud of what they do musically). James proceeded to outline that they are two normal guys. Aaron Crawford being the methodical one since he went to school and majored in music. James makes him do all the hard stuff but prior to joining the duo he was in several bands and bar tended on the side. Crawford loves to play fantasy football, work out, drink diet rock star (i didn't even know they made that), and attend church every Sunday.
When describing himself, James said he was born the son of a preacher and his mother is a nurse. He is from southern Oregon and started playing music in his dad's church at the age of 12. He says that his wife is to good for him and that they raise horses( made this horse lovers heart smile). That is actually how he met Mrs. James. They have lots of pets and he says that unlike Aaron's healthy lifestyle he lives an unhealthy one, refusing to give up cheese and red meat on account that he would have a seizure if they made him.
Being in the music biz artist often have one of two people they dream to collaborate with. Since I only contact with James he answered that George Strait would be his choice and not sure if Aaron would agree but he loves the King of country music because of his mastery of simple songs. I would totally love to see a Strait/ Crawford & James collaboration myself.
I also asked them if they had advice for people pursuing music (I have a cousin and thought maybe I could help her) but James told me they were trying to figure that out still but had a laundry list of must that I don't think I can remember but what I can remember is "write songs...if you don't know how...learn".
As for who they love to cover in shows it rattles down to about anyone from doing "Free Falling" from Tom Petty but adding some country flair. All the way to to the original outlaw of male duos Brooks & Dunn with " you're gonna miss me" all the way to Waylon and Marshal Tucker.
To wrap it up you can find their music in a variety of outlets from Itunes to soon they will be on the fastest growing outlet for music Spotify. James said he was surprised how social media has surged to help musicians and they have now taken to being real serious about using the outlets (so glad they are I like keeping up with them) However, if James was writing this I am sure he would end this the same way I am going to.
When you listen to Crawford and James or go and see them in concert You get what you see. They are two genuine guys who love music. Who are blazing their own path and are twisting country and Americana together to create a fusion that is so beautifully blooming to become the unique sound of the next great country male duo: Crawford and James! So, check them out. You'll like what you hear and be begging for more of the simple songs that send you time traveling. Make them a play list on your own special life soundtrack. You will love the freshness they bring and of course the adventures that they transpose into their lyrics.
I was curious on why they would pursue a career as a duo instead of individually and the answer not only made sense but was truly insightful. They like options and with two members the options become twice as much as if they were to go it alone. Plus, with the retirement of Brooks & Dunn there was a void in the Male Duo department. I admire them greatly for coming together and finding their niche in the world of music.
Much like other new artist instead of diving directly into the CD process they released an introductory EP. This EP was to be almost like a preface to what was to come for the boys and much to their surprise they never intended it to reach so many peoples hands but are so blessed it has. James said "picking songs for the CD, "fell into place". That is music for you. It can magically flow together and as a fan I am stoked to hear the tunes that are forthcoming from this duo.
I also admitted my love affair to Josh James about one of the songs on their EP called Freedom like this. For a gypsy soul like me the line "You take the Map and I'll take the wheel" symbolically allocates how I one day hope my relationship will go when I find the right guy for me. James told me that songwriter Jedd Hughes wrote the piece and is notable for writing songs for Keith Urban. Much like the symbolism I saw in the lyrics James said "they love the song because it takes you somewhere." Much like the country music of old the story still resonates. Each listener can feel swept away to wherever they want to go. Need it be a ride down a beach front road or getting lost down the countless back roads. This song beautifully portrays the softer side of the duo.
I asked a pretty stiff question to them. Asking the duo if they think that their music could help country music throw back to its more traditional roots (i.e. using my favorite instrument the steel guitar)...James said they never thought about their music in such a way but like me feels like country music isn't country without a few key instruments. James believes a well played steel, with a great fiddle and a Dobro makes country music what it is.
Although, I wanted to focus on the groups sound I also wanted to dive into who they are as individuals. For often times for listeners of music a commonality with an artist brings them to listen to them more often (i.e. David Nail and Sarah Evans are both from Missouri like myself, I find a lot of there music I can relate to and are proud of what they do musically). James proceeded to outline that they are two normal guys. Aaron Crawford being the methodical one since he went to school and majored in music. James makes him do all the hard stuff but prior to joining the duo he was in several bands and bar tended on the side. Crawford loves to play fantasy football, work out, drink diet rock star (i didn't even know they made that), and attend church every Sunday.
When describing himself, James said he was born the son of a preacher and his mother is a nurse. He is from southern Oregon and started playing music in his dad's church at the age of 12. He says that his wife is to good for him and that they raise horses( made this horse lovers heart smile). That is actually how he met Mrs. James. They have lots of pets and he says that unlike Aaron's healthy lifestyle he lives an unhealthy one, refusing to give up cheese and red meat on account that he would have a seizure if they made him.
Being in the music biz artist often have one of two people they dream to collaborate with. Since I only contact with James he answered that George Strait would be his choice and not sure if Aaron would agree but he loves the King of country music because of his mastery of simple songs. I would totally love to see a Strait/ Crawford & James collaboration myself.
I also asked them if they had advice for people pursuing music (I have a cousin and thought maybe I could help her) but James told me they were trying to figure that out still but had a laundry list of must that I don't think I can remember but what I can remember is "write songs...if you don't know how...learn".
As for who they love to cover in shows it rattles down to about anyone from doing "Free Falling" from Tom Petty but adding some country flair. All the way to to the original outlaw of male duos Brooks & Dunn with " you're gonna miss me" all the way to Waylon and Marshal Tucker.
To wrap it up you can find their music in a variety of outlets from Itunes to soon they will be on the fastest growing outlet for music Spotify. James said he was surprised how social media has surged to help musicians and they have now taken to being real serious about using the outlets (so glad they are I like keeping up with them) However, if James was writing this I am sure he would end this the same way I am going to.
When you listen to Crawford and James or go and see them in concert You get what you see. They are two genuine guys who love music. Who are blazing their own path and are twisting country and Americana together to create a fusion that is so beautifully blooming to become the unique sound of the next great country male duo: Crawford and James! So, check them out. You'll like what you hear and be begging for more of the simple songs that send you time traveling. Make them a play list on your own special life soundtrack. You will love the freshness they bring and of course the adventures that they transpose into their lyrics.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
Mighty Midwest's finest
People traditionally think cowboys reside in Texas, Montana, or Wyoming. Although, as rodeo fans know cowboys are born and breed most often anywhere. One such cowboy is Justin Koon. Koon resides in the natural state of Arkansas and is part of the elite bull riders from the Midwest. Koon has started to shine here of late in the Built Ford Tough Series, however, Koon began riding in the PBR BFTS in 2006 with his first event being in Billings, Montana...were he credits only being awarded with a separated shoulder.
Justin is no stranger to injuries though for a devastating blow almost cost Koon's his life. In the summer of 1999 Koon collided head first with a bull fracturing his skull. Doctors told Koon's parents to prepare for the worst...Miraculous Koon's survived and a long road of recovery was underway.
As fans know though, nothing will knock a cowboy down. Riding is always in his blood. So in 2004 Justin won big at an amateur circuit finals and went on to buy his Professional Rodeo Cowboy Association Permit.
Since then Justin has traveled to countless rodeos and recently has become quite the buzz amongst the elite bull riders of the PBR. Koon considers his success a blessing and only hopes to see it continue on. Justin said in an interview with Rodeo Chat that he would love to go against Asteroid. A bull slated for a Bull of the Year nomination and possible win. He also said he would like to face Bushwacker which is the reigning Bull of the Year in the PBR.
This weekend down in Arlington, Koon and the rest of the cowboys will be placed in a bracket format against each other and their bulls. This creates a ride to stay alive attitude. For if a cowboy gets passed his first bull, he gets another, and another until it two cowboys, two bulls, and only one will walk away the PBR Iron Cowboy. With as on fire as Koon is he could easily be one of the final contenders. Although, Rookie Chase Outlaw might still have a small bit of fire underneath him from his win last weekend.
What Justin needs to remember is that in each elimination it is just him and the bull. His first match up is against Rocky Mountain Elk Foundations Gunpowder and Lead. According to PBR.com this bovine athlete comes from Reigning stock contractor of the year Jeff Robinson and is consider highly rideable with 100 percent of the cowboys climbing on his back making the 8 second buzzer. The average score given to him is 44.50 which means Justin could score rather good against him.
So, from all the fans of Rodeo Chat we wish Justin Koon's the best of Luck this weekend at Iron Cowboy 3. We know you can do it JUSTIN!
Justin is no stranger to injuries though for a devastating blow almost cost Koon's his life. In the summer of 1999 Koon collided head first with a bull fracturing his skull. Doctors told Koon's parents to prepare for the worst...Miraculous Koon's survived and a long road of recovery was underway.
As fans know though, nothing will knock a cowboy down. Riding is always in his blood. So in 2004 Justin won big at an amateur circuit finals and went on to buy his Professional Rodeo Cowboy Association Permit.
Since then Justin has traveled to countless rodeos and recently has become quite the buzz amongst the elite bull riders of the PBR. Koon considers his success a blessing and only hopes to see it continue on. Justin said in an interview with Rodeo Chat that he would love to go against Asteroid. A bull slated for a Bull of the Year nomination and possible win. He also said he would like to face Bushwacker which is the reigning Bull of the Year in the PBR.
This weekend down in Arlington, Koon and the rest of the cowboys will be placed in a bracket format against each other and their bulls. This creates a ride to stay alive attitude. For if a cowboy gets passed his first bull, he gets another, and another until it two cowboys, two bulls, and only one will walk away the PBR Iron Cowboy. With as on fire as Koon is he could easily be one of the final contenders. Although, Rookie Chase Outlaw might still have a small bit of fire underneath him from his win last weekend.
What Justin needs to remember is that in each elimination it is just him and the bull. His first match up is against Rocky Mountain Elk Foundations Gunpowder and Lead. According to PBR.com this bovine athlete comes from Reigning stock contractor of the year Jeff Robinson and is consider highly rideable with 100 percent of the cowboys climbing on his back making the 8 second buzzer. The average score given to him is 44.50 which means Justin could score rather good against him.
So, from all the fans of Rodeo Chat we wish Justin Koon's the best of Luck this weekend at Iron Cowboy 3. We know you can do it JUSTIN!
Thursday, February 23, 2012
Chasing a Dream... Logan Mac's Journey
To say Logan Mccaskill A.K.A. Logan Mac's musical journey has just begun is an understatement. While he may not be nationally known his journey started at a young age. While some kids found themselves drifting away to the conversations in cartoons; Logan was getting lost in music. Country music to be exact. Growing up in Purcell, Oklahoma his mama started ingraining Country Music into his soul.
It seems to fit. Logan has a sound most commonly compared to the likes of Georgia's Brantley Gilbert best known for the song Country must be Country Wide, and Texas Powerhouse's The Randy Rogers Band whose song Kiss me in the Dark made them a tantalizing sensation and the newest Texas band to brand themselves to country radio The Josh Abbott Band whose song Touch is steaming it way up the radio airplay charts. Although, his sound can also be thrown back and be compared to Steve Earle whose song Cooperhead Road is highly recognized. However, Logan only wish is to do what he loves and to have fans who can relate to his stuff. Logan says the best feeling comes after playing a gig and someone comes up to him and says "Man, you played songs about my life." Logan said there was no greater feeling than that.
While Logan only picked up a guitar two years ago after watching Walk the Line: the major motion picture depicting the lives of Johnny and June Carter Cash it doesn't show. Logan credits Social Media for making it easier to spread his music to a wider audience. In this day and age for an up and coming artist YouTube and Facebook have become powerful tools to reach people who may not be able to see them live. Logan got signed to Tcm and is awaiting to put out his first album.
While he isn't sure what his band of loyal followers will be called he is grateful that people want to follow him and hear his music. After his album is produced Logan hopes to do a few duets and if he is lucky his dream duet is with the Coal Miner's Daughter herself: Miss Loretta Lynn.
In a day and age where Country music has been transformed to expand to a broader audience how does someone with a twang compete with a modern market...Easy. Music is always changing and Logan Mac undoubtedly has the power to help people revert back to the type of country that tells a story and pulls at your heart.
As the next generation of country artist take their reign...Logan Mac is one to watch for. So, check out Logan Mac on YouTube and Facebook. Get lost in Logan's dream with him and find a sense of peace in his soulful twang. Help Logan chase his dream and come along for his exciting journey to super stardom.
It seems to fit. Logan has a sound most commonly compared to the likes of Georgia's Brantley Gilbert best known for the song Country must be Country Wide, and Texas Powerhouse's The Randy Rogers Band whose song Kiss me in the Dark made them a tantalizing sensation and the newest Texas band to brand themselves to country radio The Josh Abbott Band whose song Touch is steaming it way up the radio airplay charts. Although, his sound can also be thrown back and be compared to Steve Earle whose song Cooperhead Road is highly recognized. However, Logan only wish is to do what he loves and to have fans who can relate to his stuff. Logan says the best feeling comes after playing a gig and someone comes up to him and says "Man, you played songs about my life." Logan said there was no greater feeling than that.
While Logan only picked up a guitar two years ago after watching Walk the Line: the major motion picture depicting the lives of Johnny and June Carter Cash it doesn't show. Logan credits Social Media for making it easier to spread his music to a wider audience. In this day and age for an up and coming artist YouTube and Facebook have become powerful tools to reach people who may not be able to see them live. Logan got signed to Tcm and is awaiting to put out his first album.
While he isn't sure what his band of loyal followers will be called he is grateful that people want to follow him and hear his music. After his album is produced Logan hopes to do a few duets and if he is lucky his dream duet is with the Coal Miner's Daughter herself: Miss Loretta Lynn.
In a day and age where Country music has been transformed to expand to a broader audience how does someone with a twang compete with a modern market...Easy. Music is always changing and Logan Mac undoubtedly has the power to help people revert back to the type of country that tells a story and pulls at your heart.
As the next generation of country artist take their reign...Logan Mac is one to watch for. So, check out Logan Mac on YouTube and Facebook. Get lost in Logan's dream with him and find a sense of peace in his soulful twang. Help Logan chase his dream and come along for his exciting journey to super stardom.
There is a difference between being a Defender and being a pretender
People call Rodeo Cowboys stupid, crazy, and say they are looking for a death wish. So, what would people say about Bull Fighters? Rodeo Fans call these men Cowboy Protectors...which is a fitting name. Their main job is to distract the animal athlete so the cowboy can make a safe exit from the arena. However, sometimes the animal wants to leave a lasting impression.
Chris Hammack is a bull fighter and has countless stories he can tell about being on the dirt when the bull leaves the chute. Chris has experienced some pretty bad wrecks...just a year ago he had to have three plates put into his face. Yes, I said his Face. So, why do guys like Chris do it? Each bull fighter has his reason but Chris's love for Bull fighting came after he saw his friend get injured. He traded in his bull rope for cleats and a vest and went from dancing with his bovine competitor from on top of him to dancing with him eye to eye.
A rodeo fan knows that Chris's job is essential for the fact that Chris and his fellow comrades do their best to protect the livelihood of the bull rider. However, a bull fighter is one of the toughest athletes around and a true heroes to the sport of bull riding.
So, you want to know how to get information about bull fighting, rodeo, country life. Well, Paige Gregory a Pre- Vet major from Tennessee has founded Rodeo Chat. It is a Twitter hashtag that links people from the United States with Rodeo fans all over the world. It happens every Thursday at 8 pm Central Standard Time. Paige makes sure that Rodeo fans not only get a chance to ask their special guest question but get to interact with each other.
This is an integral thing for the Rodeo Community since many people do not understand the sport. In the new age of Social Media obsession Rodeo Chat helps keep the Western World up-to-date on the ins and outs of their favorite sport. It also helps revive the spirit of the West. Reminding each person who participates that in their lives some may laugh as they dawn their hats and boots but that there is still millions who cherish the simplicity and excitement that was engraved into the American West.
So, you wanna learn more about the likes of Rodeo athletes or Rodeo in general? Come join Rodeo Chat and you may even find an athlete you can relate to. I know that Chris Hammack has shown me that it is important for Rodeo fans to always have the passion to pass along their sport to those who may not see the thrill. However, I guarantee...after a night in the Rodeo Chat Corral you will be itchin' to get your boots on and go root on your favorite cowboys and cowgirls.
Chris Hammack is a bull fighter and has countless stories he can tell about being on the dirt when the bull leaves the chute. Chris has experienced some pretty bad wrecks...just a year ago he had to have three plates put into his face. Yes, I said his Face. So, why do guys like Chris do it? Each bull fighter has his reason but Chris's love for Bull fighting came after he saw his friend get injured. He traded in his bull rope for cleats and a vest and went from dancing with his bovine competitor from on top of him to dancing with him eye to eye.
A rodeo fan knows that Chris's job is essential for the fact that Chris and his fellow comrades do their best to protect the livelihood of the bull rider. However, a bull fighter is one of the toughest athletes around and a true heroes to the sport of bull riding.
So, you want to know how to get information about bull fighting, rodeo, country life. Well, Paige Gregory a Pre- Vet major from Tennessee has founded Rodeo Chat. It is a Twitter hashtag that links people from the United States with Rodeo fans all over the world. It happens every Thursday at 8 pm Central Standard Time. Paige makes sure that Rodeo fans not only get a chance to ask their special guest question but get to interact with each other.
This is an integral thing for the Rodeo Community since many people do not understand the sport. In the new age of Social Media obsession Rodeo Chat helps keep the Western World up-to-date on the ins and outs of their favorite sport. It also helps revive the spirit of the West. Reminding each person who participates that in their lives some may laugh as they dawn their hats and boots but that there is still millions who cherish the simplicity and excitement that was engraved into the American West.
So, you wanna learn more about the likes of Rodeo athletes or Rodeo in general? Come join Rodeo Chat and you may even find an athlete you can relate to. I know that Chris Hammack has shown me that it is important for Rodeo fans to always have the passion to pass along their sport to those who may not see the thrill. However, I guarantee...after a night in the Rodeo Chat Corral you will be itchin' to get your boots on and go root on your favorite cowboys and cowgirls.
Wednesday, February 22, 2012
Will you be a Convert?
Shy Blakeman’s followers call themselves The converts.
However, Shy is not your ordinary preacher. He mixes his country roots with a
soulful bluesy rock edge. It is this complex patchwork that makes songs such as
Dragonfly, Cannon ball, and Crying in Your Sleep resonant with music lovers
looking for a rebellious escape from what mainstream radio stations consider
product worthy. Although, his home state of Texas never airs Shy’s music it hasn’t
stopped him from reinventing himself time and time again. Maybe you can say
these reinventions come with new perspectives but whatever you call it Shy
Blakeman and his band (also called The Converts) know what flying high feels like as well as barely
scrapping the barrel.
However, if The Converts have it their way everyone will
be able to find solace in Blakeman’s lyrics. Although, Sky Blakeman may seem
insane he has recently released every album he has produced to be downloaded
for free from his website www.shyblakeman.com.
Some would say this is risky but when all you want is to spread good music,
what does he have to lose?
I must admit. I am a Convert so I may be biased when I
ask you to check him out. Though, who doesn’t want to follow someone exactly
like us? Who has seen beautiful glimpses but also hid so deeply in the darkness
of things such as a drug addiction. Give
him a chance to open your eyes to what music is supposed to be about. It’s not always about the stadium tours or
awards. Sometimes it’s simply helping someone escape their own darkness or
dream a bigger dream for them self’s. Shy Blakeman may not be an ordinary
preacher, but his music speaks volumes, and that’s why The Converts continue to
spread the word of his lyrical genius and musical composition. So, discover
their message for yourself. Let Shy Blakeman show you the true musical testament.
Let him lead you on your next musical journey.
Become a Convert Spread the word. Give Shy Blakeman the
credit and respect he deserves. Since Texas won’t.
Monday, February 20, 2012
my "real" dream
My parent's recall my declaration to the medical field at age 5. I just wanted to take the pain away from my friends when we got hurt playing outside or got sick from sharing soda and kool-aid. I've poured my heart into school knowing that it was were I needed to invest my time and energy. After the loss of my best friend I felt frazzled. She was somsone who told me that someday I would work for an elite sports medicine doctor named Dr. Tandy Freeman.
It was at 14 that I saw him on TV and found out that he worked with rodeo athletes. At 14 I was trying to figure out myself even more and there was something brewing underneath the brim of my own cowgirl hat that drew me to Dr. Freeman.
I then searched rodeo site after rodeo site and soon realized that I wanted to get my degree in Physical therapy.
I attended four years at Northwest Missouri State University. That wasn't without struggle. My battle with dyscalculia( its like dyslexia but without mixing up letters I reverse numbers or blend them together) held be back in chemistry, physics, and statistics. My sophmore year I lost my best friend which I have mentioned numerous times on my blog already.
I am still not in Physical therapy school and why I am so ashamed of myself it has shown me that my real dream never solely lied in the medical field.
I am 23 and my real dream is to give back as much as I can. I know I have been blessed in my life. When I was younger it wasn't easy for my mom to get by but she worked 3 to 4 jobs to take care of us. She soon fell in love with my step-dad who has given us everythin' we could imagine.
In college I was involved in Sigma Society. It was a community service based group that empowered woman to give back whenever possible. I miss being a part of this group so much. We raised money for Breast Cancer, Haiti, Rare chromosomial diseases, as well as painted houses in our college town, and anythin else we could do.
When I watch shows like extreme makeover: home edition and I hear the stories of these families it makes me feel like a baby for complaining about my situation.
So, beyond gettin' into Physical therapy schools this is what I want to do with my life.
* I want to join up with a horse rescue and invite Military Veterans with PTSD to come to camps and such for therapy.
* I want to raise buckin stock but cut checks to organizations that help cowboys with injuries such as the justin crisis fund and Resistol Relief fund.
* I want to continue writing but donate proceeds from the sells to various organizations.
* Join the bone marrow registry
* Register to be an organ donor
* go on a mission trips to foreign countries
* Get certified in Crisis Response
* help families of police officers, firefighters, and military men killed in the line of duty.
These are just some things...but my real dream is to make this world a better place. One act of kindness at a time.
God Bless Y'all
It was at 14 that I saw him on TV and found out that he worked with rodeo athletes. At 14 I was trying to figure out myself even more and there was something brewing underneath the brim of my own cowgirl hat that drew me to Dr. Freeman.
I then searched rodeo site after rodeo site and soon realized that I wanted to get my degree in Physical therapy.
I attended four years at Northwest Missouri State University. That wasn't without struggle. My battle with dyscalculia( its like dyslexia but without mixing up letters I reverse numbers or blend them together) held be back in chemistry, physics, and statistics. My sophmore year I lost my best friend which I have mentioned numerous times on my blog already.
I am still not in Physical therapy school and why I am so ashamed of myself it has shown me that my real dream never solely lied in the medical field.
I am 23 and my real dream is to give back as much as I can. I know I have been blessed in my life. When I was younger it wasn't easy for my mom to get by but she worked 3 to 4 jobs to take care of us. She soon fell in love with my step-dad who has given us everythin' we could imagine.
In college I was involved in Sigma Society. It was a community service based group that empowered woman to give back whenever possible. I miss being a part of this group so much. We raised money for Breast Cancer, Haiti, Rare chromosomial diseases, as well as painted houses in our college town, and anythin else we could do.
When I watch shows like extreme makeover: home edition and I hear the stories of these families it makes me feel like a baby for complaining about my situation.
So, beyond gettin' into Physical therapy schools this is what I want to do with my life.
* I want to join up with a horse rescue and invite Military Veterans with PTSD to come to camps and such for therapy.
* I want to raise buckin stock but cut checks to organizations that help cowboys with injuries such as the justin crisis fund and Resistol Relief fund.
* I want to continue writing but donate proceeds from the sells to various organizations.
* Join the bone marrow registry
* Register to be an organ donor
* go on a mission trips to foreign countries
* Get certified in Crisis Response
* help families of police officers, firefighters, and military men killed in the line of duty.
These are just some things...but my real dream is to make this world a better place. One act of kindness at a time.
God Bless Y'all
Tuesday, February 14, 2012
Military Minds
So today, thanks to a re tweet on twitter I found this website called Military Minds. So, many of you would wonder why a civilian woman would be curious to check this out.
I grew up with an Army base located in my town. I went to school with kids who changed schools more time than I can imagine. It was that base that made me encounter Soldiers on a prevalent basis. In the fifth grade for Dare I even got to ride in one of the HM V's and yes I felt like big shit afterwards.
After freshman year I lost touch with families on our base because it became inactive. So, there was no longer air shows and all the other great activities. Although, people still get listed there it is kind of a quited part of our booming town...I say booming because it looks nothing like it did as I was growing up.
I stopped being close to the true reality, and fell in love with Hollywood's depictions of what went down. I even jumped on the Army Wives trains once Lifetime released it and Yes...Even though I know its probably not as accurate as it should be I still watch it.
However, I became a little more real-life acquainted when I came in contacted with a Veteran in December of 2011. At first, I found him quite charming and just said thank you for your service. I feel like now there is so much more I should do for him. He deserved more than a thank you...he deserved more than a hand to hold. Being injured in the war left him, what some would say...not the same. Hell, I can't imagine seeing things he has saw or completed missions like he had to complete. SO HOW IN THE HELL CAN WE EXPECT HIM and OTHERS to be NORMAL again!!!!!
Hell, What is Normal in the first place? Who is it for any of us to define NORMAL?
I guess what I wanted to write this post on is that these men and woman have seen things that us "civilians" can only mull over in our brains. I do not want to overload this with statistics because math is never been something I was good at .but when they come home and we tell them to Buck Up, Get Over it, MOVE ON...how can you imagine they take it? When we constantly ask them to recall or reface dark demons.... how can we expect them to be the people we "thought" we knew.
I want everyone to check out stories and videos on Military Minds...and if this is something you seem impelled to support like I do...I encourage you to donate or buy some of their merchandise.
Again, I thank every member of the Military. Past, Present, and Future. If not for them I would not have the abilities that I do. Without them I would be confined not to dream as big as I want. Without them, I don't know how more messed up our Country would be.
So, remember that fourth of July, Memorial Day, and Veteran's day may only come once a year...but don't you think they deserve a Thank You...more than that?
Blessings and Well Wishes
I grew up with an Army base located in my town. I went to school with kids who changed schools more time than I can imagine. It was that base that made me encounter Soldiers on a prevalent basis. In the fifth grade for Dare I even got to ride in one of the HM V's and yes I felt like big shit afterwards.
After freshman year I lost touch with families on our base because it became inactive. So, there was no longer air shows and all the other great activities. Although, people still get listed there it is kind of a quited part of our booming town...I say booming because it looks nothing like it did as I was growing up.
I stopped being close to the true reality, and fell in love with Hollywood's depictions of what went down. I even jumped on the Army Wives trains once Lifetime released it and Yes...Even though I know its probably not as accurate as it should be I still watch it.
However, I became a little more real-life acquainted when I came in contacted with a Veteran in December of 2011. At first, I found him quite charming and just said thank you for your service. I feel like now there is so much more I should do for him. He deserved more than a thank you...he deserved more than a hand to hold. Being injured in the war left him, what some would say...not the same. Hell, I can't imagine seeing things he has saw or completed missions like he had to complete. SO HOW IN THE HELL CAN WE EXPECT HIM and OTHERS to be NORMAL again!!!!!
Hell, What is Normal in the first place? Who is it for any of us to define NORMAL?
I guess what I wanted to write this post on is that these men and woman have seen things that us "civilians" can only mull over in our brains. I do not want to overload this with statistics because math is never been something I was good at .but when they come home and we tell them to Buck Up, Get Over it, MOVE ON...how can you imagine they take it? When we constantly ask them to recall or reface dark demons.... how can we expect them to be the people we "thought" we knew.
I want everyone to check out stories and videos on Military Minds...and if this is something you seem impelled to support like I do...I encourage you to donate or buy some of their merchandise.
Again, I thank every member of the Military. Past, Present, and Future. If not for them I would not have the abilities that I do. Without them I would be confined not to dream as big as I want. Without them, I don't know how more messed up our Country would be.
So, remember that fourth of July, Memorial Day, and Veteran's day may only come once a year...but don't you think they deserve a Thank You...more than that?
Blessings and Well Wishes
Sunday, February 12, 2012
Being scared makes it worth it
So...Y'all wonder why I titled it this. In life we all get scared. Moments, situations, or even fears make us scared of ourselves, our surroundings, or our views.
I am not going to lie...I am a girl who hates Scary movies. I do occasionally watch them and end up either laughing hysterically or asking someone to stay up all night with me. I am also scared the first time I drive some place I don't know, yet I love getting lost.
In life...if you never step out of your zone of comfort then you are stuck not living. Life is meant to have moment that scare you....moments that you hold your breathe waiting to see what is going to happen next.
People use the roller coaster analogy for life and I understand why...the first time you strap into a coaster you've never ridden your anticipating how fast its gonna take you...the turns and ultimately the fear of looking dumb on the camera. However, many people overcome their fears and get on the coaster anyways. I know I do.
This takes me back to my junior summer in college. I had gotten and internship in Sturgis, South Dakota. Grant it I had been on road trips with my family, and had driven from the UP of Michigan.back to Missouri where I live with the help of my grandma. However, an 11 hour trip all by myself. I was scared. What if my mom was right? What if I should have tried harder to get an internship close to home. Luckily I broke the driving trip into a 4 and a 8 hours trip. I stopped in Omaha to see an old Roommate and then headed out.
I remember the day I left Omaha...I wanted to get to Sturgis so Bad. Driving through the Badlands I remember all the iconic films that had been shot there. The wide open spaces soothed my soul and the fears I had flew out the window like the lyrics on the Cd's I was jamming too.
The ride home was just as freeing. It was that time that I knew I could make it. I suppose this was a momentous step for me...Just having lost my best friend a year prior.
I scare myself about will I ever get into PT school. Will I ever get the chance to work for Doc Freeman? Will anyone find the strength to keep going from a word of phrase I've said?
Life isn't about staying in an air tight bubble. It's about finding a line that makes you uneasy to cross...and jumping over. Not looking at the consequences but embracing the experience.
Love scares me but I found someone that I want to fall in love with. I hope he wants that too... I want to be scared about every aspect of that but I want to find the beauty hidden in it!
So, at the moment in which fear starts kicking in...remember you actually living your life right there.
Blessings Y'all
I am not going to lie...I am a girl who hates Scary movies. I do occasionally watch them and end up either laughing hysterically or asking someone to stay up all night with me. I am also scared the first time I drive some place I don't know, yet I love getting lost.
In life...if you never step out of your zone of comfort then you are stuck not living. Life is meant to have moment that scare you....moments that you hold your breathe waiting to see what is going to happen next.
People use the roller coaster analogy for life and I understand why...the first time you strap into a coaster you've never ridden your anticipating how fast its gonna take you...the turns and ultimately the fear of looking dumb on the camera. However, many people overcome their fears and get on the coaster anyways. I know I do.
This takes me back to my junior summer in college. I had gotten and internship in Sturgis, South Dakota. Grant it I had been on road trips with my family, and had driven from the UP of Michigan.back to Missouri where I live with the help of my grandma. However, an 11 hour trip all by myself. I was scared. What if my mom was right? What if I should have tried harder to get an internship close to home. Luckily I broke the driving trip into a 4 and a 8 hours trip. I stopped in Omaha to see an old Roommate and then headed out.
I remember the day I left Omaha...I wanted to get to Sturgis so Bad. Driving through the Badlands I remember all the iconic films that had been shot there. The wide open spaces soothed my soul and the fears I had flew out the window like the lyrics on the Cd's I was jamming too.
The ride home was just as freeing. It was that time that I knew I could make it. I suppose this was a momentous step for me...Just having lost my best friend a year prior.
I scare myself about will I ever get into PT school. Will I ever get the chance to work for Doc Freeman? Will anyone find the strength to keep going from a word of phrase I've said?
Life isn't about staying in an air tight bubble. It's about finding a line that makes you uneasy to cross...and jumping over. Not looking at the consequences but embracing the experience.
Love scares me but I found someone that I want to fall in love with. I hope he wants that too... I want to be scared about every aspect of that but I want to find the beauty hidden in it!
So, at the moment in which fear starts kicking in...remember you actually living your life right there.
Blessings Y'all
Tuesday, January 24, 2012
THE FRIEND ZONE: An Optimistic Girls ideology
So, I am 23 and I have been single for 7 years and counting! That is a long time. I have had chances and havent jumped at the chances for various reasons. However, there are a few guys I am so glad that we never jumped over the friend zone. I know...you are all laughin' at me at this point. Why would I be happy that cute guys didnt want to be my boyfriend?
I am happy because I will always have a piece of their heart. I also have their trust. They are cool with breaking down and telling me whats truly wrong. I am someone they see as noble, trustworthy. Something that cant be ruined by time coming in between us.
There is three who means the most to me and I am sure 2 of them know who they are. I wish guys could be optimistic about the friend zone thing.
While yes, I cannot wait to be in love. As a romance writer I dream of having that undeniable can't let you go kind of love...I am also honored to be such a strong woman that guys respect my opinions, ideas, and truths.
So, the next time someone friend zones you Smile...because they obviously think your pretty darn awesome.
Blessings and Well Wishes
I am happy because I will always have a piece of their heart. I also have their trust. They are cool with breaking down and telling me whats truly wrong. I am someone they see as noble, trustworthy. Something that cant be ruined by time coming in between us.
There is three who means the most to me and I am sure 2 of them know who they are. I wish guys could be optimistic about the friend zone thing.
While yes, I cannot wait to be in love. As a romance writer I dream of having that undeniable can't let you go kind of love...I am also honored to be such a strong woman that guys respect my opinions, ideas, and truths.
So, the next time someone friend zones you Smile...because they obviously think your pretty darn awesome.
Blessings and Well Wishes
Monday, January 23, 2012
Scars
Well all have those obvious, outward scars...some of us more than others. The same goes for the internal scars.
Each of them leave a lasting mark, a story, and those dreadful moments some would love to forget. I guess I wanted to start this blog off by saying that I have no intention of pointing blame to anyone. For my internal scars have all be cultivated and healed. Thanks to my Lord and Savior. I suppose what I am writin' this blog for is to help prevent others internal scars from being ripped back open or from happening.
I see a hell of a lot more bullying these days. From simply pickin on someone because of the way they look, a handicap, or for the shear pain it is wrong! YOU DO NOT REACH THE TOP BY DEGRADING SOMEONE ELSE!
I can't be spotless, I have probably said things when I shouldn't...but I have to say I've risen above a lot of the bullyin' I was faced with. Not only because I knew God...My maker saw me as a beautifully created thing but because I knew I was stronger and had a lot more to give.
I am currently embarking on slowly writing bits of my autobiography before I lose it. To say my story is only slightly tattered would be an understatement. However, while I can look at my scars as pure reminders of places I never want to return others constantly feed on the darkness that has been brought out in them.
Now, I am an individual in life who has always friended the weary. Maybe, I do so because I know how to relate or rather I hope that they can learn from me and see that they are more than the tattered pieces or parts of their story.
So, remember that everythin' you say to someone can, in the wrong context, hurt them. It can set off a trigger that you may or may not know about. It is not funny to laugh at someone becuase of the scars butto remind them that while the road of life can become complicated and hard to endure...that they have the strength to see the beauty in it. That beyond the healin scars and scar filled stories is really somethin rather wonderful. It is compiling said scars that has helped me realize the simple beauty life has. Although at times I fall into the darkness I am forever grateful for the people in my life who can make me smile and remind me that this is just yet another detour on the highway I call life.
Blessings and well wishes to you all. May you conquer the scars and become the person you want to be.
Each of them leave a lasting mark, a story, and those dreadful moments some would love to forget. I guess I wanted to start this blog off by saying that I have no intention of pointing blame to anyone. For my internal scars have all be cultivated and healed. Thanks to my Lord and Savior. I suppose what I am writin' this blog for is to help prevent others internal scars from being ripped back open or from happening.
I see a hell of a lot more bullying these days. From simply pickin on someone because of the way they look, a handicap, or for the shear pain it is wrong! YOU DO NOT REACH THE TOP BY DEGRADING SOMEONE ELSE!
I can't be spotless, I have probably said things when I shouldn't...but I have to say I've risen above a lot of the bullyin' I was faced with. Not only because I knew God...My maker saw me as a beautifully created thing but because I knew I was stronger and had a lot more to give.
I am currently embarking on slowly writing bits of my autobiography before I lose it. To say my story is only slightly tattered would be an understatement. However, while I can look at my scars as pure reminders of places I never want to return others constantly feed on the darkness that has been brought out in them.
Now, I am an individual in life who has always friended the weary. Maybe, I do so because I know how to relate or rather I hope that they can learn from me and see that they are more than the tattered pieces or parts of their story.
So, remember that everythin' you say to someone can, in the wrong context, hurt them. It can set off a trigger that you may or may not know about. It is not funny to laugh at someone becuase of the scars butto remind them that while the road of life can become complicated and hard to endure...that they have the strength to see the beauty in it. That beyond the healin scars and scar filled stories is really somethin rather wonderful. It is compiling said scars that has helped me realize the simple beauty life has. Although at times I fall into the darkness I am forever grateful for the people in my life who can make me smile and remind me that this is just yet another detour on the highway I call life.
Blessings and well wishes to you all. May you conquer the scars and become the person you want to be.
Friday, January 20, 2012
My Hero
So, this blog may shock or even surprise people. I hope it does neither but opens up some eyes on some things.
So, to start off my family has no member in the military serving...I don't know how hard it is for deployments or anything of that sort. Although, recently I might a veteran. Let's say this veteran and I enjoy talking to each other, we both dig professional bull riding and he happens to look like my best friends who passed away favorite bull rider. He even has the same first name.
So, some of you may think I am crazy for calling this guy I know very little about my hero. However, I know little about a lot of historical people but still feel like the grounds they stood on gave them hero qualities.
He is my hero because he was willing to go fight for my dreams without even knowing me. He took a bullet in the back for me...for us all. He is now home and being a productive member of society and wants to work hard to make this country great again.
While, he doesn't have a clean wrap sheet, what he sees as his downfall is overshadowed by his bravery and commitment.
He isn't my only hero. All the men and women fighting in the armed forces are. I mean for someone to sacrafice so much for me...how could I not hold them to such high esteem.
I suppose what I WANT FROM YOU IS TO RESPECT THEM WHEN THEY MAKE IT HOME, AND PRAY FOR THEIR LOVED ONES WHEN THEY DON'T. THEY ARE THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE AMERICA "Land of the free, home of the brave."
When you run into a Veteran don't ask them about their story. Thank them for their service and duty. Remember that even though one battle is done, they have a bigger one left to do here. Give them the RESPECT they deserve.
Remember, Freedom isn't free. It comes at the cost of bloodshed and tears. DO NOT TAKE YOUR FREEDOM FOR Granted because there are some people wishing they had it but has no one to fight for it.
Thank you and God Bless
So, to start off my family has no member in the military serving...I don't know how hard it is for deployments or anything of that sort. Although, recently I might a veteran. Let's say this veteran and I enjoy talking to each other, we both dig professional bull riding and he happens to look like my best friends who passed away favorite bull rider. He even has the same first name.
So, some of you may think I am crazy for calling this guy I know very little about my hero. However, I know little about a lot of historical people but still feel like the grounds they stood on gave them hero qualities.
He is my hero because he was willing to go fight for my dreams without even knowing me. He took a bullet in the back for me...for us all. He is now home and being a productive member of society and wants to work hard to make this country great again.
While, he doesn't have a clean wrap sheet, what he sees as his downfall is overshadowed by his bravery and commitment.
He isn't my only hero. All the men and women fighting in the armed forces are. I mean for someone to sacrafice so much for me...how could I not hold them to such high esteem.
I suppose what I WANT FROM YOU IS TO RESPECT THEM WHEN THEY MAKE IT HOME, AND PRAY FOR THEIR LOVED ONES WHEN THEY DON'T. THEY ARE THE PEOPLE WHO MAKE AMERICA "Land of the free, home of the brave."
When you run into a Veteran don't ask them about their story. Thank them for their service and duty. Remember that even though one battle is done, they have a bigger one left to do here. Give them the RESPECT they deserve.
Remember, Freedom isn't free. It comes at the cost of bloodshed and tears. DO NOT TAKE YOUR FREEDOM FOR Granted because there are some people wishing they had it but has no one to fight for it.
Thank you and God Bless
Thursday, January 19, 2012
Just Imagine
So..I am sure some of us can recall rather hazy pictures of playing dress-up or other imagination type games as a kid. I know my neighborhood would be full of kids to play house, cops and robbers, or any other game we could think up on those blissfully perfect spring, summer, and fall days. I remember when I was younger, in grade school in particular, when our teachers told us we could be anything we wanted to be. Even our parents would chime in about the possibilities.
I suppose this is were I go a tad off topic and laugh. My parents tell everyone that the only reason they helped put me through four years of college was because at 5 I proclaimed to them with such zeal that I would be a doctor...or something in said medical field. By eight I am sure is when my dad recalls me talking about being a surgeon and I remember his disappointment years down the road when I no longer wanted to be that. When I told my parents I wanted to be a Physical Therapist they were thoroughly supportive. They still are. But over 500.00 in applying to PT schools and I don't think my parents see it. When they told me at 8 years old that I could wear the letters DPT. They didn't tell me or know perhaps the struggle, they told me to just imagine.
At fourteen I feel in love with bull riding. A sport my parents still find to either be a waste of my time or just a sick obsession I have. It's this sport that has over the years given me strength to carry on through the darkness...I know I have said that a countless number of times on this blog. When I told my mom I wanted to work for Dr. Tandy Freeman someday she just smiled. She told me to hold on to it but if I had to settle remember not to be disappointed. When I didn't get accepted into Texas State my own mom didn't even hug me. She just told me that I needed to look for other options.
Still, I being rather a hardcore Dreamer feel confident in my dreams of being a DPT. I "Just Imagine" how school will be when I finally break through. I imagine how thrilling and exciting it all will be. I get nervous about taking the boards and finding a job but then I remember my deep desires and I push past the nervousness and continue to move forward.
Two years ago now I was in Sports Psychology. I loved that class. Saying love is almost an understatement. One chapter I loved with Visualization. In this chapter it taught us to recall moments every aspect of moments: the sights, smells, taste, textures....it applied to relieving the good moments and throwing out the bad moments or rather for an athlete blocking bad performances and repeating the good.
When times get tough I Imagine myself conquering and fulfilling my dreams; They call that positive visualization. So, I suppose what I am tryin' to get at is when the moments get tough or you feel like your dreams are about to get rain over by a train....JUST IMAGINE. Like I tell all my bull ridin' friends...and you can even ask Jordan Hupp and Mckennon Wimberly. To be the best you not only have to work hard, but you must VISUALIZE AND EXPECT TO WIN!
God Bless
I suppose this is were I go a tad off topic and laugh. My parents tell everyone that the only reason they helped put me through four years of college was because at 5 I proclaimed to them with such zeal that I would be a doctor...or something in said medical field. By eight I am sure is when my dad recalls me talking about being a surgeon and I remember his disappointment years down the road when I no longer wanted to be that. When I told my parents I wanted to be a Physical Therapist they were thoroughly supportive. They still are. But over 500.00 in applying to PT schools and I don't think my parents see it. When they told me at 8 years old that I could wear the letters DPT. They didn't tell me or know perhaps the struggle, they told me to just imagine.
At fourteen I feel in love with bull riding. A sport my parents still find to either be a waste of my time or just a sick obsession I have. It's this sport that has over the years given me strength to carry on through the darkness...I know I have said that a countless number of times on this blog. When I told my mom I wanted to work for Dr. Tandy Freeman someday she just smiled. She told me to hold on to it but if I had to settle remember not to be disappointed. When I didn't get accepted into Texas State my own mom didn't even hug me. She just told me that I needed to look for other options.
Still, I being rather a hardcore Dreamer feel confident in my dreams of being a DPT. I "Just Imagine" how school will be when I finally break through. I imagine how thrilling and exciting it all will be. I get nervous about taking the boards and finding a job but then I remember my deep desires and I push past the nervousness and continue to move forward.
Two years ago now I was in Sports Psychology. I loved that class. Saying love is almost an understatement. One chapter I loved with Visualization. In this chapter it taught us to recall moments every aspect of moments: the sights, smells, taste, textures....it applied to relieving the good moments and throwing out the bad moments or rather for an athlete blocking bad performances and repeating the good.
When times get tough I Imagine myself conquering and fulfilling my dreams; They call that positive visualization. So, I suppose what I am tryin' to get at is when the moments get tough or you feel like your dreams are about to get rain over by a train....JUST IMAGINE. Like I tell all my bull ridin' friends...and you can even ask Jordan Hupp and Mckennon Wimberly. To be the best you not only have to work hard, but you must VISUALIZE AND EXPECT TO WIN!
God Bless
Sunday, January 15, 2012
The Good Stuff
Much like the more popular Kenny Chesney song...I want to take time to remind people that the good stuff isn't a pile of money or a shot of Jack. The good stuff is something much smaller. Much more meaningful. The good stuff is the laughter from the little kids that are either yours or someone Else's but it warms you heart just the same. The Good stuff is that line in your favorite song that can always take you back to those moments with your best friend on a summer drive to no where. The Good Stuff is waiting so long but finally seeing a movie and it being what you expected or hoped for. The Good Stuff is going through photographs and reliving the moments.
The Good stuff is being surrounded by your family on momentous occasions such as graduations, weddings, or simply game nights. It's the stuff that can always make you smile such as your favorite flower, sport, or painting. It is those simple pleasures that are always held within the dimensions of your heart. It's the kind of things that you don't recall as often as you should. It's the stuff that gets scattered and shuffled behind busy schedules and endless doubts.
The Good stuff is not easily found but it is easily felt. Such as the smile of someone you are married to, crushing on, or beginning something with. The Good stuff is hearing that not only do you have beautiful eyes and kissable lips, but you have a golden soul. The Good stuff is seeing the pride on your parents face when you achieve things you've talked about for many years.
The Good stuff is a book and candle light to unwind. The good stuff is those slobbery kisses from your favorite four legged friend or the nuzzle from your hoofed ride. The Good Stuff can be debated by many but it is loved by all. What is the good stuff for me may not be for others but the feeling is the same across the board.
The Good Stuff puts a smile on our heart before it can ever be seen on our face. That good old good stuff is the memories and the moments that remind us of the best things in life when we sometimes are not sure how to carry on. So, What's your good stuff?
The Good stuff is being surrounded by your family on momentous occasions such as graduations, weddings, or simply game nights. It's the stuff that can always make you smile such as your favorite flower, sport, or painting. It is those simple pleasures that are always held within the dimensions of your heart. It's the kind of things that you don't recall as often as you should. It's the stuff that gets scattered and shuffled behind busy schedules and endless doubts.
The Good stuff is not easily found but it is easily felt. Such as the smile of someone you are married to, crushing on, or beginning something with. The Good stuff is hearing that not only do you have beautiful eyes and kissable lips, but you have a golden soul. The Good stuff is seeing the pride on your parents face when you achieve things you've talked about for many years.
The Good stuff is a book and candle light to unwind. The good stuff is those slobbery kisses from your favorite four legged friend or the nuzzle from your hoofed ride. The Good Stuff can be debated by many but it is loved by all. What is the good stuff for me may not be for others but the feeling is the same across the board.
The Good Stuff puts a smile on our heart before it can ever be seen on our face. That good old good stuff is the memories and the moments that remind us of the best things in life when we sometimes are not sure how to carry on. So, What's your good stuff?
Friday, January 13, 2012
Jump with me....A poem
I want to open your eyes
I want to see you smile
I want the days before I see you to fly by
I want the nights to be decreased by miles
I want to hold your hand
I want to feel your kiss
I want to walk with you in the sand
I want those moments that can’t be missed
I want to be in your arms
I want to feel your warm breath
I want to be lost in your charm
I want to be with you so don’t forget
I want to tease you
I want to need you
I want to capture you
I want to freeze you
I want to live for love
I want to die for loss
I want our hearts to soar
I want us to not be at war
I want these things
These things I do want
For it is you who entices me
It is me who intrigues you
So what are we waiting for?
What is there to lose?
Thursday, January 12, 2012
A Beautiful story from the wreckage
I am going to go off randomly on this small exercept of my autobiography I suppose. Off the chart to not focus to much of the story at hand but rather explain to you how I have come to the conclusion on my life outlook. My life outlook is to find a beautiful story from/ among the wreckage.
I could recall, and just deleted multiple paragraphs depeciting some of the darkness moments in my life. I suppose the night I wrote them the tears and pain were what drove me to write those lines. However, I am a write who writes what she believes and I didn't believe that my pity party was truthful enough to explain this said philospy.
What those paragraph's reperesented was my hearts anger towards those blackened moments of my life. The moments that for some reason my heart has merely blocked and my heart has caged. As I wrote those lines it didn't feel any less uncaged so to say. However, as I write these lines...I feel this beautiful philopsy spinning inside my head and smile.
I have gone through lots of things: I have a hard time mentioning being 16 and touched and kissed by your boyfriend as being rape, but when I did wake up and noticed him touching me in ways I didn't want, I feel its mental hold sometimes. I have lost my best friend in a car accident. As a child I had promises broken. I have fallen for guys only to get it shoved back and forgotten. I can ramble on about scrapping my knee riding my bike and all kinds of stuff people classify as mentally grueling but I won't because I KNOW SOME PEOPLE HAVE IT WORSE THAN I DO! So it is why I want to give them a little ounce...maybe a glimpse at Hope.
I think that moments in life that don't go your way or lead you into darkness are just rough patches that you beautiful story must detour through. Said detours have the ability to make us or break us. I want you to not Break , but TO MAKE YOU STRONGER. For as I have grown up I have realized more beauty in my life than pain. I have seen many more smiles, than tears (even if 2011 did catch up on the tear count).
So, if you feel like there is no where to go. There is. Turn to your story and tell the detour that this is only temporary and you are only one small part of MY BEAUTIFUL STORY!
SMILE, HUGS, AND BLESSINGS! WE CAN DO IT! WE CAN MAKE IT!
I could recall, and just deleted multiple paragraphs depeciting some of the darkness moments in my life. I suppose the night I wrote them the tears and pain were what drove me to write those lines. However, I am a write who writes what she believes and I didn't believe that my pity party was truthful enough to explain this said philospy.
What those paragraph's reperesented was my hearts anger towards those blackened moments of my life. The moments that for some reason my heart has merely blocked and my heart has caged. As I wrote those lines it didn't feel any less uncaged so to say. However, as I write these lines...I feel this beautiful philopsy spinning inside my head and smile.
I have gone through lots of things: I have a hard time mentioning being 16 and touched and kissed by your boyfriend as being rape, but when I did wake up and noticed him touching me in ways I didn't want, I feel its mental hold sometimes. I have lost my best friend in a car accident. As a child I had promises broken. I have fallen for guys only to get it shoved back and forgotten. I can ramble on about scrapping my knee riding my bike and all kinds of stuff people classify as mentally grueling but I won't because I KNOW SOME PEOPLE HAVE IT WORSE THAN I DO! So it is why I want to give them a little ounce...maybe a glimpse at Hope.
I think that moments in life that don't go your way or lead you into darkness are just rough patches that you beautiful story must detour through. Said detours have the ability to make us or break us. I want you to not Break , but TO MAKE YOU STRONGER. For as I have grown up I have realized more beauty in my life than pain. I have seen many more smiles, than tears (even if 2011 did catch up on the tear count).
So, if you feel like there is no where to go. There is. Turn to your story and tell the detour that this is only temporary and you are only one small part of MY BEAUTIFUL STORY!
SMILE, HUGS, AND BLESSINGS! WE CAN DO IT! WE CAN MAKE IT!
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
Believe, Dream, Inspire
Thank my grandma for inspiring this chapter.
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My whole life: at least how I can conceptualize it into small minute particles has circumnativated around these three words. From the time I was a young child...I believed anything that anyone told me. Although, as I grew up I could better judge the information that came my way. The best part of being little and believing in things is not having to have proof. If it is something that you are so passionate about there is no way in the world it is wrong. I suppose it is why the bible says to have faith like a child.
However, in my adult life believing in the Lord is something I constantly work on. Prehaps its for the fact that I also believe so concretely in my dreams. Although, it could be that as a child no one told me to believe in him but as life took twist and turns I knew I couldn't live without him. I believe strongly that he has a grand plan for me. One with great substance and much happiness. It just seems like they dont aline with my dreams.
Dreams: I do it. With and without my eyes closed. In recent years I have seen lots of dreams fall into the battle lands. which for a dreamer MAJORLY SUCKS! I had to give up hopes on my best friend and I marryin these two goregous rodeo cowboys. I have had to give up on my dream of Texas: at least for a little while. I have always believed in the beauty of my dreams because in some way it will keep making me great and also help me bestow greatness upon the world. I have had friends who have believed in my dreams a lot and none more than my angel girl. However, in recent years I have found a friend who also believes in her dreams and we call ourselves: Cowgirl Dreamers.
The inspire part I suppose is a mixed bag of tricks. As a writer I hope to inspire others who have always liked to play with words to be comfortable enough to write what they feel. I have four nieces and nephews and I want them to know that no matter what roadblocks or detours live throws at them...that they can overcome it. I also want to inspire girls like me- with a lack of self-esteem- that they are WORTH IT! I want them to know that you don't have to be a bright shiny diamond to be worth it to a man or the world!
So, as I continue to strive towards my dream career with Doc Freeman (he works for the professional bull riders INC.) I will never stop Believing in the plans and pathes that the Lord has given me. I also will remember that at each step of the journey to inspire people as the world constantly inspires me!
God Bless and Love Without Fear,
Stevie
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My whole life: at least how I can conceptualize it into small minute particles has circumnativated around these three words. From the time I was a young child...I believed anything that anyone told me. Although, as I grew up I could better judge the information that came my way. The best part of being little and believing in things is not having to have proof. If it is something that you are so passionate about there is no way in the world it is wrong. I suppose it is why the bible says to have faith like a child.
However, in my adult life believing in the Lord is something I constantly work on. Prehaps its for the fact that I also believe so concretely in my dreams. Although, it could be that as a child no one told me to believe in him but as life took twist and turns I knew I couldn't live without him. I believe strongly that he has a grand plan for me. One with great substance and much happiness. It just seems like they dont aline with my dreams.
Dreams: I do it. With and without my eyes closed. In recent years I have seen lots of dreams fall into the battle lands. which for a dreamer MAJORLY SUCKS! I had to give up hopes on my best friend and I marryin these two goregous rodeo cowboys. I have had to give up on my dream of Texas: at least for a little while. I have always believed in the beauty of my dreams because in some way it will keep making me great and also help me bestow greatness upon the world. I have had friends who have believed in my dreams a lot and none more than my angel girl. However, in recent years I have found a friend who also believes in her dreams and we call ourselves: Cowgirl Dreamers.
The inspire part I suppose is a mixed bag of tricks. As a writer I hope to inspire others who have always liked to play with words to be comfortable enough to write what they feel. I have four nieces and nephews and I want them to know that no matter what roadblocks or detours live throws at them...that they can overcome it. I also want to inspire girls like me- with a lack of self-esteem- that they are WORTH IT! I want them to know that you don't have to be a bright shiny diamond to be worth it to a man or the world!
So, as I continue to strive towards my dream career with Doc Freeman (he works for the professional bull riders INC.) I will never stop Believing in the plans and pathes that the Lord has given me. I also will remember that at each step of the journey to inspire people as the world constantly inspires me!
God Bless and Love Without Fear,
Stevie
Thursday, January 5, 2012
the day my life changed- part of my autobiography
I was nineteen. As a nineteen year old the world still seems to be a place where you can test waters without people telling you to grow up. However, at nineteen I had to grow up quicker than I wanted.
Do you ever have those moments that can play in your head like a movie reel? I do. One such moment is the day I lost my best friend. While I feel your hearts slowly shattering and gripping the pages harder I must admit she was more like a sister. I mean 12 years....at 19 that meant I had only spent 7 years without her in my life. That is pretty incredible as I recollect all this myself.
I anticipated that day. It was family weekend and we were gonna go to the rodeo, watch my beloved Bearcats play football, we were gonna hang around a campus that would as of the next year be OUR campus. Though, as I left my last class the rain seemed to continue to casacade swiftly to the ground. I knew she was safely on her way...and thats when the rain we both loved turned into a huge storm....that storm raged outside and thats when I got a phone call.
She was lost. No surprise, our car trips always turn into a solution of finding alternate routes to our destination. I somehow had lost my temper...I wanted her there...I needed her to be safe in my dorm room. Thats when I heard her faintly say "I am turning around." as I mentioned that was a smart choice I heard a crunch and her phone lost service.
I think I went through frantic panic modes every seven seconds. I then did the only thing I knew to do. Call my mom...that was when my mom told me she would call me back.
That phone call still paralyzes me. "Stevie...I am sorry hunnie." Those words still puncture my heart. All i could do was scream. She couldnt be gone...What in the world were they talking about? The disbelief set in swiftly and as my family made their way to pick me up I couldn't imagine our dreams simply being crumbled and crunch in the metal of that pale blue chevy.
I still hold that guilt from September 12th, 2008. It's a guilt I try to let go of every day. In those moments I should have taken a deep breathe but as my family constantly assures me is that I can't change what God had planned for her.
I suppose sometimes this is why I get so angered with my dreams falling apart. I cant seem to let God's plan for me take its course. Perhaps, its because I know of the greatness he has bestowed upon me from that 12 year friendship.
For along while after that day I dispesed the rain. The one earth element we use to share so much joy in. Now, when it rains, at 23 I feel it as a token from her. A token to stay the course. To not let my demons win.
I was nineteen. I am now twenty three and not a day goes by that I dont miss her but I know that my life is still so young. So fresh. My life is still yet to be lived. I cannot keep myself glued to that part of me.
It was that day that reminded me that God has and continues to give me such blessings with the people in my life and if I do not cherish them than it is I who ends up being the fool.
September 12th of each year is a day I smile through because I know she wouldnt want me to have it any other way.
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God Bless and Hugs
Stevie
Do you ever have those moments that can play in your head like a movie reel? I do. One such moment is the day I lost my best friend. While I feel your hearts slowly shattering and gripping the pages harder I must admit she was more like a sister. I mean 12 years....at 19 that meant I had only spent 7 years without her in my life. That is pretty incredible as I recollect all this myself.
I anticipated that day. It was family weekend and we were gonna go to the rodeo, watch my beloved Bearcats play football, we were gonna hang around a campus that would as of the next year be OUR campus. Though, as I left my last class the rain seemed to continue to casacade swiftly to the ground. I knew she was safely on her way...and thats when the rain we both loved turned into a huge storm....that storm raged outside and thats when I got a phone call.
She was lost. No surprise, our car trips always turn into a solution of finding alternate routes to our destination. I somehow had lost my temper...I wanted her there...I needed her to be safe in my dorm room. Thats when I heard her faintly say "I am turning around." as I mentioned that was a smart choice I heard a crunch and her phone lost service.
I think I went through frantic panic modes every seven seconds. I then did the only thing I knew to do. Call my mom...that was when my mom told me she would call me back.
That phone call still paralyzes me. "Stevie...I am sorry hunnie." Those words still puncture my heart. All i could do was scream. She couldnt be gone...What in the world were they talking about? The disbelief set in swiftly and as my family made their way to pick me up I couldn't imagine our dreams simply being crumbled and crunch in the metal of that pale blue chevy.
I still hold that guilt from September 12th, 2008. It's a guilt I try to let go of every day. In those moments I should have taken a deep breathe but as my family constantly assures me is that I can't change what God had planned for her.
I suppose sometimes this is why I get so angered with my dreams falling apart. I cant seem to let God's plan for me take its course. Perhaps, its because I know of the greatness he has bestowed upon me from that 12 year friendship.
For along while after that day I dispesed the rain. The one earth element we use to share so much joy in. Now, when it rains, at 23 I feel it as a token from her. A token to stay the course. To not let my demons win.
I was nineteen. I am now twenty three and not a day goes by that I dont miss her but I know that my life is still so young. So fresh. My life is still yet to be lived. I cannot keep myself glued to that part of me.
It was that day that reminded me that God has and continues to give me such blessings with the people in my life and if I do not cherish them than it is I who ends up being the fool.
September 12th of each year is a day I smile through because I know she wouldnt want me to have it any other way.
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God Bless and Hugs
Stevie
Wednesday, January 4, 2012
writing my autobiography backwards...starting today...here is todays entry
Janurary 4th, 2012
New
year….Day 3. I haven’t buried any past securities as I thought I had ending
2011. I have shed tears…unlike the clear declaration to myself made mere moments
before midnight. I am 23: a twenty three year old who still feels like she
should be well on her way to a Doctorate degree in Physical Therapy. However, I
am not in school and its killing me the application processes. Throwing
non-refundable money away like its water and man does this river flow.
However, this mid-morning writing session has been promoted
by yet again…rock bottom: once again reminding me that the greatest words come
together in shear moments of despair.
This comes mere moments after falling to my knees and asking
MY GOD to forgive me. Yet again must he forgive me for turning my back on him;
for my selfish pride; for my will of wanting to be in control.
Through my fire tears I scream out “Father, Oh Father…I AM
SORRY.” In the first moments it all that can be mustered up. I continue on “Father,
Why must I constantly…” a laundry list of things come flooding from my lips.
Closely followed by the burning tears. As, I recollect myself I feel a peace
and that’s when the final lines come out. “Father, I love you…I love you.” It’s
that peace I am sure many believers find when he tells you that remember things
come together in his time.
Although, I not only said things to my Heavenly father. I
wrote to two important women and talked to a friend who has been way more valuable
to me than I have to him. It’s in these darkest moments when I realize I have
always been so blessed. Even in the silence of my screams they have been there.
People have been there to hold my hand, lift my chin, wipe those fiery tears.
What have I done?
I swear it is this question that brings me the upmost frustration.
For I have done so much yet so little. I have inspired some but not many. I
have graciously given but not to all. I have loaned an ear but given my mouth
in the process.
At 23 I should be writing about budding romance. I guess in
my fictitious stories I create those because I do not understand how to make
them work in said reality. I should be doing a lot of other things but this is
life and mine doesn’t work like it should at times.
What do I want to do?
So much, I want to do so much in this life. I want to
inspire. I have four little people that I want to inspire. They are my nieces
and nephews and although I only see three regularly I want them all to know
that they can do it. I want to inspire others who are like me. Who can’t seem
to understand why their life revolves around stumbling and triumph and then
triumph and rock bottom. I want to be some voice. I talk a lot but for what?
For pleasure mostly but I want to stand up and be a voice for change. Changing
the world…I suppose this innate want is a derived from years of community
service but it is a must happen want. I want to work to give people mobility
and comfortably back into their daily lives.I want to be one small step in a recovery process. I want them to feel like I cared. I also want to know that my writing
means something. I want to know why I have been so eloquently given such a
beautiful gift. beyond writing I want to climb mountains and explore caves. I want to be able
to tell people of said adventures.
I want to Love. Love without being scared,
love wholeheartedly. I want a love that I can dance with, sing with, cook with.
A love who will teach me how to fix cars, to be a better marksmen, to remind me
of the Lord most of all, I want a love that can withstand all things with the
help of the Lord.
It 2:13 am. This is me. The girl I hide because she is weak.
The girl whose ambition some might say are too high, a girl who dreams even in the
daylight. This is a girl who doesn’t understand her own story but can create
multiple plot lines for her characters. This is the girl I mask. For fear of the
world walking away and continuing to corrupt her soul. This is the defenseless girl few get to see.
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