Just found this and thought it'd be good to discipline myself and post again. So here you go...it's been a while.
THE WEEKLY INAPPROPRIATE CHURCH SIGN
I imagine the sermon is even scarier!
Apr 28, 2007
Not much chance for survival if the Neon Bible is right.
Lyric/title today comes from Arcade Fire, off of their title track to their amazing album Neon Bible. Check them out by clicking the title.
Just found this and thought it'd be good to discipline myself and post again. So here you go...it's been a while.
THE WEEKLY INAPPROPRIATE CHURCH SIGN
I imagine the sermon is even scarier!
Just found this and thought it'd be good to discipline myself and post again. So here you go...it's been a while.
THE WEEKLY INAPPROPRIATE CHURCH SIGN
I imagine the sermon is even scarier!
Apr 27, 2007
There just ain't nothing feels so fine as loving a good hearted man.
The title today comes from Tift Merritt's song about me called Good Hearted Man. Check her myspace page out by clicking the title!
So what could bring me back to my blog. After all, I am afraid to screw up my current fresh start by being me and blowing off some steam here on my public journal. Every time I get ready to write here I think of what someone might take out of context and I chicken out. So lots and lots of what I have written in the last months hasn't made it to these pages. I was no longer ready to expose my thorns.
When I was writing in Bluffton, being able to say (somewhere publicly) how I felt was VERY important. I felt I was somehow countering the small mindedness I was encountering by offering my take regularly, Since my move things are pretty good and I've not felt a need to write a public rebuttal nor work out my own feelings with spectators. So what could bring me out of my hiding?
I have dreamt up a new series...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH!
Perhaps by exploring here the women I am currently in love with I can piece together a list of similarities and maybe things I should be looking for in the future. Huh? It might work.
For our first installment...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH Part I
I am in love with Tift Merritt.
Tift is a singer/songwriter from North Carolina who sounds a lot like Emmylou Harris if she drank some whiskey before her set and was really horny! I can't get enough of this woman. She opened for Nickel Creek last weekend in San Antonio.
I had heard of her, but never heard her. I was just blown away.
She plays guitar as well as any troubador I've seen live and almost blew up a keyboard on a rickety stand. She sang a song about love lost, then broken children of God, then love faked, then loving a good man, then covered a song for the people of Texas. In each song, finding a way to summon whatever loss, lust, longing, and reflection was required.
By the time she brought cutie Sara Watkins onstage to play with her I was no longer crushing on Sara, I had found a new muse.
It may have been the Texas sky, smiling moon and light breeze. It may have been my one hundred percent sobriety or even the fact that this was the first concert in a long time I had attended with a girl, but not one I ever intend to date, which freed up my affections. But I felt a spell was cast and I didn't shake it all through Nickel Creek's humorous and impressive Farewell (For Now) set.
As her set ended she had said she would be at the merch table and I was half tempted to head there right then, just to say how much I loved her set and maybe see her smile up close instead of between songs. But I was only four or five people from the front of the stage and I was excited to see Nickel Creek. As they played well into the night I kept hoping Tift would still be available for my praise following the concert. I couldn't have imagined the encounter we would have.
As the crowd thinned, quickly and with strangely high energy for as late and as dark as it was, I found my way to the corner where the merch table was. Now I have famously frozen at the sight of talented women, and maybe I would've this time, but there was Tift selling Nickel Creek t-shirts and CDs, smiling at everyone and helping the poor girl all of merchandising had been assigned to. Just as we approached I could tell she was genuine.
I slid to the end of the table where her CDs were and immediately told her what a gift her music had been to me that evening as she walked over to my friend and I, tailed by an older woman. She was delightful. I can't explain it. She seemed honestly glad that I liked her music. She seemed sincerely interested as I told her why I had my CDs signed to people that don't exist. She was all smiles and talked with me and my friend and the older woman, Marebeth, for ten minutes without looking over her shoulder for a way out.
I wanted her to sing to me right then, to give me her next album at the very least. I wanted her to let me rub her shoulders and draw her a bath as she recapped what she was feeing that night on stage. I wanted to give her a big hug. She offered me her cheek as we departed and I kissed it clumsily, so unused to her brand of authenticity. Becuase I had just found her I wasn't armed with any words to say. Today I would tell her she'd already written me a song, for her, as I am a good hearted man. I'm sure it meant very little to her, but as we walked away with her goodwill written all over her fine art, I was well aware I had fallen in love in a single evening.
It feels good to fall in love, even if it is temporary. Even if what you are really doing is taking someone talented and pleasant and using an instance of inetraction to create a back story and future of bliss with a passionate good woman, who finally found a good man. That has made this week a good one. Possibly it has ressurected Exposing Thorns. For now, it has sealed this declaration...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH Part I
belongs to the beautful and genuinely kind Tift Merritt
So what could bring me back to my blog. After all, I am afraid to screw up my current fresh start by being me and blowing off some steam here on my public journal. Every time I get ready to write here I think of what someone might take out of context and I chicken out. So lots and lots of what I have written in the last months hasn't made it to these pages. I was no longer ready to expose my thorns.
When I was writing in Bluffton, being able to say (somewhere publicly) how I felt was VERY important. I felt I was somehow countering the small mindedness I was encountering by offering my take regularly, Since my move things are pretty good and I've not felt a need to write a public rebuttal nor work out my own feelings with spectators. So what could bring me out of my hiding?
I have dreamt up a new series...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH!
Perhaps by exploring here the women I am currently in love with I can piece together a list of similarities and maybe things I should be looking for in the future. Huh? It might work.
For our first installment...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH Part I
I am in love with Tift Merritt.
Tift is a singer/songwriter from North Carolina who sounds a lot like Emmylou Harris if she drank some whiskey before her set and was really horny! I can't get enough of this woman. She opened for Nickel Creek last weekend in San Antonio. I had heard of her, but never heard her. I was just blown away.
She plays guitar as well as any troubador I've seen live and almost blew up a keyboard on a rickety stand. She sang a song about love lost, then broken children of God, then love faked, then loving a good man, then covered a song for the people of Texas. In each song, finding a way to summon whatever loss, lust, longing, and reflection was required. By the time she brought cutie Sara Watkins onstage to play with her I was no longer crushing on Sara, I had found a new muse.
It may have been the Texas sky, smiling moon and light breeze. It may have been my one hundred percent sobriety or even the fact that this was the first concert in a long time I had attended with a girl, but not one I ever intend to date, which freed up my affections. But I felt a spell was cast and I didn't shake it all through Nickel Creek's humorous and impressive Farewell (For Now) set.
As her set ended she had said she would be at the merch table and I was half tempted to head there right then, just to say how much I loved her set and maybe see her smile up close instead of between songs. But I was only four or five people from the front of the stage and I was excited to see Nickel Creek. As they played well into the night I kept hoping Tift would still be available for my praise following the concert. I couldn't have imagined the encounter we would have.As the crowd thinned, quickly and with strangely high energy for as late and as dark as it was, I found my way to the corner where the merch table was. Now I have famously frozen at the sight of talented women, and maybe I would've this time, but there was Tift selling Nickel Creek t-shirts and CDs, smiling at everyone and helping the poor girl all of merchandising had been assigned to. Just as we approached I could tell she was genuine.
I slid to the end of the table where her CDs were and immediately told her what a gift her music had been to me that evening as she walked over to my friend and I, tailed by an older woman. She was delightful. I can't explain it. She seemed honestly glad that I liked her music. She seemed sincerely interested as I told her why I had my CDs signed to people that don't exist. She was all smiles and talked with me and my friend and the older woman, Marebeth, for ten minutes without looking over her shoulder for a way out.
I wanted her to sing to me right then, to give me her next album at the very least. I wanted her to let me rub her shoulders and draw her a bath as she recapped what she was feeing that night on stage. I wanted to give her a big hug. She offered me her cheek as we departed and I kissed it clumsily, so unused to her brand of authenticity. Becuase I had just found her I wasn't armed with any words to say. Today I would tell her she'd already written me a song, for her, as I am a good hearted man. I'm sure it meant very little to her, but as we walked away with her goodwill written all over her fine art, I was well aware I had fallen in love in a single evening.
It feels good to fall in love, even if it is temporary. Even if what you are really doing is taking someone talented and pleasant and using an instance of inetraction to create a back story and future of bliss with a passionate good woman, who finally found a good man. That has made this week a good one. Possibly it has ressurected Exposing Thorns. For now, it has sealed this declaration...
WOMEN I AM IN LOVE WITH Part I
belongs to the beautful and genuinely kind Tift Merritt
Jan 11, 2007
He's making a list and checking it twice; gonna find out who's naughty and nice.
Clicking this title will take you to one of the most obnoxious web pages I've ever seen that will make you like Santa, Jesus, Christians, and Christmas each a little less.
Meant to put this up a couple weeks ago. Suppose it's still ridiculous/funny, which are really the only two requirements for
THE WEEKLY INAPPROPRIATE CHURCH SIGN
Happy Thursday to all and to all a good night!
Meant to put this up a couple weeks ago. Suppose it's still ridiculous/funny, which are really the only two requirements for
THE WEEKLY INAPPROPRIATE CHURCH SIGN
Happy Thursday to all and to all a good night!
Jan 10, 2007
From the Redwood Forest, to the Gulf Stream waters...
I needed that title in the worst way. If this embedding doesn't work, click on the title to play a great simple game.
How fun is this? I got 40 out of 51 and was ecstatic about it! How will you do?
How fun is this? I got 40 out of 51 and was ecstatic about it! How will you do?
Jan 9, 2007
Every thing turn, turn, turn,
Pete Seeger wrote this now classic song. Read all about it by clicking the title and hitting wiki. I liked it for a title and I like most versions of the song.
Here is a poem I worte for my dear friend Lauren:
The Sun and The Rain and The Apple Seed
By J.D. Rose
Season’s end,
and all that I love about summer passes
with it; the overwhelming sense of heat in open air
and hidden cool found beneath shaded trees and awnings.
I will miss the way the grass felt
between my bare toes as I ran through these days and explored
every inch of the wilderness
I found out my back door. Freedom
is the best word for my summer. Unrestricted,
unhindered, freedom to question and search and play; to discover
and now I have a good idea what all my seasons should include.
Season’s end, and now my days begin their steady decline
in daylight hours, which will matter less than I first thought
as I do my best work late in the day. I have begun
to see the leaves fall and the colors change on the trees about my age.
It is beautiful, not sad. I have also begun to see my roots
stretching out and the seeds fallen from my branches
take roots of their own. Children, or brothers and sisters,
that will be the legacy of my summer days; growing and teaching
all at once. Knowing always I could stand to lose a few adornments to this crown.
And you sister, questioning now what the seasons mean,
are a blessing to my deepening roots, the most pleasant
ring around me. I look forward to seeing Summer
through your eyes, then Fall,
then Winter, then final Spring
with its eternal birth.
Seasons end
and I could not be more
excited about the places I have ventured,
the seeds I have planted there, or the days
to come as my forest rises up with me
in it and passes through all time.
And you will be there; still a part of
what I love about summer, deeply
bound to that first budding thought
in my days of freedom. And we will find
heat and cool and calm all over
again. But we will stand much taller
then, surrounded by life
growing and teaching through seasons
passing into eternity.
Here is a poem I worte for my dear friend Lauren:
The Sun and The Rain and The Apple Seed
By J.D. Rose
Season’s end,
and all that I love about summer passes
with it; the overwhelming sense of heat in open air
and hidden cool found beneath shaded trees and awnings.
I will miss the way the grass felt
between my bare toes as I ran through these days and explored
every inch of the wilderness
I found out my back door. Freedom
is the best word for my summer. Unrestricted,
unhindered, freedom to question and search and play; to discover
and now I have a good idea what all my seasons should include.
Season’s end, and now my days begin their steady decline
in daylight hours, which will matter less than I first thought
as I do my best work late in the day. I have begun
to see the leaves fall and the colors change on the trees about my age.
It is beautiful, not sad. I have also begun to see my roots
stretching out and the seeds fallen from my branches
take roots of their own. Children, or brothers and sisters,
that will be the legacy of my summer days; growing and teaching
all at once. Knowing always I could stand to lose a few adornments to this crown.
And you sister, questioning now what the seasons mean,
are a blessing to my deepening roots, the most pleasant
ring around me. I look forward to seeing Summer
through your eyes, then Fall,
then Winter, then final Spring
with its eternal birth.
Seasons end
and I could not be more
excited about the places I have ventured,
the seeds I have planted there, or the days
to come as my forest rises up with me
in it and passes through all time.
And you will be there; still a part of
what I love about summer, deeply
bound to that first budding thought
in my days of freedom. And we will find
heat and cool and calm all over
again. But we will stand much taller
then, surrounded by life
growing and teaching through seasons
passing into eternity.
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