Ramblings of John

Whirlwind Life of JJ McCoy

2012-01-23T12:11:00.000-05:00

Nashville recording artist and resident of Lake Placid, Florida, JJ McCoy expressively claims "For the last few months, I've felt like I'm living in a hurricane. Things are just moving so fast and every day looks different."

Since JJ's December 15th release of his debut solo EP, "Redneck, White and Blue", life has accelerated to mach speed for the normally laid back, burly singer/songwriter and lead guitar player. Laying down tracks in Nashville's Beaird studio last summer, witnessing the simultaneous electronic and physical release during late autumn, transitioning from studio mentality to the reality of putting a touring band together, then hitting the road to promote the new work has left McCoy both physically and mentally drained yet spiritually and emotionally uplifted in all aspects. He's been especially pleased by the public's response to his first single, "Sunshine State", a powerful tune about a homesick soldier exposed to the terrors of war in the middle east, a piece that brings a tear to the eye and a patriotic tug to the heart. McCoy says, "I never realized how writing a song about a soldier who gave his all before returning home could affect so many people and so many lives. Almost everyone can relate to it."

JJ and the newly formed touring band, The Shurkan Playboys, have quickly transitioned from a south Florida honky tonk band to one of national prominence with appearance requests pouring in every day from all over the country. JJ has surrounded himself with a world class wall of sound consisting of Leo August on bass and back up vocals, guitarist and singer Rob Tolp, Mark Sturman on drums, and Charlie Brown wailing on the pedal steel.

During the the past week, JJ McCoy Music entered into a collaborative management agreement with RWB Promotions and i2 Visual, Inc. to handle the day to day business operation allowing JJ and the band creative time to focus on new music and the perfection of their chops.

Today, i2 unveiled the new JJ McCoy brand/logo displayed below:

Yesterday, Kix Country 92.9 in Port Charlotte featured an interview with JJ and his hit song "Sunshine State" during the Country Top 40 countdown with DJ Dave Darrell. JJ's tune "Redneck, White and Blue" is also pitted against three others on the same station for the Red Hot Spotlight Battle Zone for January. Please log onto http://www.wikx.com/pages/davedarrel.html and show your support by voting for JJ at the bottom of the page.

Tomorrow, JJ will interview with DJ Tina Passatino, the host of Josie's Hard Country of the The Southern Star Network, the largest independent artist site in the world, with an audience of over 3 million listeners, for a show that will air on February 9th.

On Saturday JJ and will play the Homestead Rodeo Dinner and Dance near Miami.

After fulfilling currently booked gigs, JJ and the band depart early March for a tour of north Florida, and Georgia, with a special appearance March 12th at Tootsie's World Famous Orchid Lounge on Broadway in Nashville, Tennessee behind the infamous Ryman Auditorium.

McCoy announced yesterday that he has written enough material for a new album and by burning the candle at both ends, squeezing in studio time while touring, he anticipates the release of the full length title on August 1, 2012.

For updated information, news and current schedule, please visit www.JJMcCoyMusic.com or call RWB Promotions at (615) 257-1961. Join the website mailing list for updates and incredible prize giveaways.

Enjoy this "bootleg clip of JJ and the band debuting "Taking These Boots to Texas" from the upcoming full length album.

Happy Birthday Janis!

2012-01-19T08:56:00.000-05:00

Janis Lyn Joplin, born on this day in Port Arthur, Texas, burst into musical prominence in the early 1960's during a very tumultuous time in American history. The country simultaneously fought am unpopular war in Viet Nam while dealing with tremendous internal strife in regard to civil rights and the equalities that our nation was founded upon.

Janis, along with others like Joan Baez and Jimi Hendrix, symbolized a new generation, one in which man idealized peace and love, as well as the optimistic possibility that we could inhabit earth in harmony with one another.

Janis' gut wrenching, bluesy vocal prowess influenced many others who followed, even after her untimely death in 1970 from an overdose induced by alcohol and heroin.

Happy Birthday Janis on what should have been your 69th! Rest in Peace, we miss you!

Enjoy this clip of Janis performing "Piece of My Heart"

Expect Big News from JJ McCoy

2012-01-17T10:27:00.000-05:00

A grinding rumor mill indicates that Nashville recording artist and Lake Placid resident, J.J. McCoy of "Sunshine State" fame plans to announce some major news sometime within the next few days. JJ gained national prominence recently with the single "Sunshine State", a song from a soldier's perspective in the middle east anxiously awaiting his return home to the good times awaiting him in Florida. This song has provided inspiration for multitudes of young men and women deployed overseas facing the rigors of fighting a tough war in a harsh environment. Many rank JJ as one of the finest voices currently performing in the country music genre.

You may find his debut EP, "Redneck, White and Blue" available on iTunes and Amazon for what most find an extremely reasonable price, or pick up an copy autographed by the band at any live show, or send me a message and I'll get one mailed to you for $10 plus shipping.

Stay tuned and follow JJ at http://www.jjmccoymusic.com

Queen Dementia - Condemned

2012-01-14T09:00:00.000-05:00

What would happen by mashing up the thrash metal guitar of Metallica with the ethereal, soaring goth vocals of Lacuna Coil along with the lyrical depth of Staind? I believe the result would sound a lot like Queen Dementia, the hard hitting goth metal trio from Fort Lauderdale, Florida.

Difficult to top what they already say about themselves, I submit this quote from the band's Facebook page:

Queen Dementia offers a sound that's aggressively passionate, soulful and intelligent, yet beautiful. Best known for creating a unique sound which stems from a myriad of musical influences, Queen Dementia successfully synthesizes various aspects of psychology, the human condition and emotion into an abstract, often comprehensible musical format that catches you off guard.

Queen Lana takes you on a roller coaster of emotion with her unique vocal style which sets her apart from all other female front women and has been hailed as “One of the finest front women I have ever heard” - (Outloud Magazine). Drawing on influences ranging from PJ Harvey to Maynard Keenan (Tool) makes her sonic range versatile and unpredictable. Lyrically, she explores subjects such as human emotions, loss, politics, religion, cries of the soul, and the trials and tribulations of daily life and in an abstract fashion. The combination of her vocal melodies that rise above her throbbing bass lines defines her as a musician.

Joseph dominates as the only guitar composer of the trio, able to use his prowess to create a wall of sound with his crushing riffs, unforgiving chord progressions and symphonic solos. Drawing on influences ranging from Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin) to Adam Jones (Tool), Joseph has formulated a style all his own which has resulted in the band’s signature sound.

Jav holds it down on drums as the backbone of rhythm for Queen Dementia. Utilizing pounding patterns in contrast with intricate, creative beats complements the melodies, bringing it all together as the glue for the band. Drawing on influences that range from Nicko McBrain (Iron Maiden) to Lars Ulrich (Metallica) Jav successfully blends old school techniques with modern day style which delivers yet another unique element to the band.

Formed in late 2009, Queen Dementia has since rocked audiences from West Palm Beach to the Florida Keys participating in notable shows such as Kryptonite Metalfest, Xtreme Annual Music Festival, and Femme Fest. “Queen Dementia is getting rave reviews as a creative metal band” -(Florida Rock Stars) and successfully have made a name for themselves in the local South Florida scene. With the latest addition of Jav on drums, the band has positioned itself to establish a footprint beyond hometown boundaries. Queen Dementia is female fronted, melodic metal at its best.

I certainly look forward to experiencing this band live in the near future. Enjoy this clip released New Year's Eve of their most resent single, "Condemned."

FlipBoard - Incredibly Cool New iPhone/iPad Ap

2012-01-12T09:02:00.000-05:00

Quite by accident yesterday while exploring Twitter, I discovered a new iPhone/iPad app that I felt deserved a test run. I downloaded the free application from Apple's App Store and browsed the set-up help to dial in my preferences. Within a matter of minutes, I consolidated my Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, LinkedIn, and Instagram accounts into one very user friendly interface, and allowed news feeds from various sources. Elegant in it's simplicity, FlipBoard allows users to basically "Flip" through their vast network of social media outlets by emulating turning the pages of a book.

For anyone desiring access to all of their social media accounts and news feeds with one touch to the screen, this app completely serves the purpose.

I highly recommend this app to anyone with an iPhone or an iPad as a step in the right direction to eliminate clutter and some chaos from the intense, overwhelming media blitz that we encounter each day.

David Crowder Band Release Final Album

2012-01-10T08:19:00.001-05:00

Unfortunately, today marks the final chapter in the evolution of the David Crowder Band. At midnight, they released their finale, "Give Us Rest" or by the secondary title in typical Crowder humor (A Requiem Mass in C [The Happiest of All Keys]).

Two things happen almost immediately when I crank up David Crowder on my iPod. I can't help but think of the auto ads from the 1980's that state, "This isn't your father's Oldsmobile". David Crowder Band is certainly not your father's brand of worship music. Secondly, I enter almost immediately into a deep state of worship. I'm not exactly sure how or why but it happens every time. I guess that indicates a meaningful annointing from God placed upon David and the other band members.

This final release from the band delivers in typical DCB fashion. The eccentric, eclectic, group of young musicians with the crisp sounding unique guitar tunings and the truly soulful vocals and modern harmonies bare their souls and offer up a fragrant aroma, pleasing to the Lord.

DCB broke down many barriers 14 years ago with their indie, folk, bluegrass, alternative version of worship so don't expect anything groundbreaking here although this well produced, perfectly executed collection delivers the experience that all fans expect. Whether unleashing a uniquely created original tune or adding their twist to a traditional hymn, the enunciated guitar, laden with banjo and fiddle, along with the unique sound effects invented by drummer Jeremy Bush, and the powerful yet quirky, Crowder vocal delivery offers everything one would expect from this group of highly talented individuals.

Track Listing:
Disc 1:
1. Requiem Aeternam Dona Eis, Domine
2. Oh Great God, Give Us Rest
3. Lux Aeternam Shine
4. Come Find Me
5. God Have Mercy (Kyrie Eleison)
6. Why Me?
7. Fall On Your Knees
8. A Burial
9. Let Me Feel You Shine
10. Reprise #1
11. Blessedness of Everlasting Light
12. The Sound of Light
13. Interlude
14. Sequence 1
15. Sequence 2
16. Sequence 3
17. Sequence 4
18. Sequence 5
19. Sequence 6
20. Sequence 7
Disc 2:
1. Reprise #2
2. Oh My God
3. I Am a Seed
4. After All (Holy)
5. The Great Amen
6. There Is a Sound
7. Oh, Great Love of God
8. Our Communion
9. Sometimes
10. A Return
11. Oh, My God I'm Coming Home
12. Leaning On the Everlasting Arms / 'Tis So Sweet to Trust in Jesus (Medley)
13. Jesus, Lead Me to Your Healing Waters
14. Because He Lives

Enjoy the band performing the title track from the album at the House of Blues in Houston last September.

Van Halen New Single - Tattoo

2012-01-10T06:22:00.000-05:00

Maintaining the tease that began New Year's Eve when they released their new album cover for "A Different Kind of Truth", continued as they debuted the band reunited with David Lee Roth at the 250 seat Cafe Wha in Greenwich Village, released 2012 tour dates with tickets going on sale this morning, leaked track listing from new CD, launched teaser video on YouTube, and now today, officially release their first single from the same, "Tattoo".

"Tattoo" proves itself classic Van Halen, reminiscent of their first release, "Van Halen", from 1977. If you're musical taste have evolved into the numetal or matalcore genres, this music may be too tame for your taste. However, if you love classic rock but tire of the same AC/DC and Led Zeppelin tunes blasted from your radio, then this tune's for you!

Browse this site for other articles which include all North American tour dates and track listing from, "A Different Kind of Truth".

Shine On You Crazy Diamond

2012-01-08T07:18:00.001-05:00

Friday marked the birthday of one of rock music's greatest but most overlooked pioneers, the deceased Syd Barrett, original member and founder of psychedelic innovators, Pink Floyd.

Syd founded the band along with Roger Waters, Nick Mason, and Richard Wright in 1965. Originally, Barrett fronted the band and wrote most of their material until 1967 when due to mental illness and heavy use of LSD, he acted very erratically and unpredictable. He would at times play one chord through an entire show, or slowly detune his guitar while playing, and at other times wander around the stage aimlessly. The band brought in David Gilmour at that time to compensate for Barrett's lack of dependability, and to fill in on guitar and vocals as needed. Eventually, according to Gilmour, the band just stopped picking Syd up for gigs.

After his departure from Pink Floyd, Syd never returned to the limelight but instead focused on painting and gardening until his death in 2006. The band paid tribute to Barrett often, most notably with 1975's smashing album "Wish You Were Here".

Enjoy David Gilmour below playing "Shine On You Crazy Diamond", an incredible tribute to friend and Pink Floyd's founder, Syd Barrett.

Van Halen New Album Track Listing

2012-01-07T22:24:00.000-05:00

Slowly leaking bits and pieces of their new album with David Lee Roth and upcoming tour, Van Halen today released this track listing for "A Different Kind of Truth" which hits store and download outlets on February 7, 2012.

"A Different Kind of Truth" Track Listing

1. Tattoo
2. She’s The Woman
3. You and Your Blues
4. China Town
5. Blood and Fire
6. Bullethead
7. As Is
8. Honeybabysweetiedoll
9. The Trouble With Never
10. Outta Space
11. Stay Frosty
12. Big River
13. Beats Workin’

A few hours later, Van Halen leaked this trailer of a video for the tune "Tattoo"

Riverside Church Takes on Pro Wrestling

2012-01-07T20:30:00.000-05:00

Curiosity tugged hard on my psyche yesterday as I flipped through a community magazine, "The Corridor", and landed on a rather unusual full color, full page ad promoting a professional wrestling event at Riverside Church in Fort Myers, Florida. What an ironic combination I thought!

The intrigue won out and I attended today's event, a benefit for Verity Pregnancy and Medial Resource Center.

Never much of a wrestling fan, I still must admit that today proved to be extremely entertaining and the outdoor event lent itself as an excellent opportunity for a good, clean, fun family outing.

I thoroughly enjoyed the personas and characters created by the wrestlers and laughed hysterically at the performance they employed. I found it rather astonishing that so many of the fans appeared to take the fighting seriously, although many of those were kids.

The event promoter, Kingpin Promotions, ran the day as a Kingpin Cup Tournament with eight wrestlers. Local comedian, Jordan Owens, served as the event MC.

In the first round, Bully Bob Bronson defeated Omaha Hustler Funky Fresh, Jerome Hendrix beat Michael Patrick, Frankie Ciatso whipped Milo Beasley, and Superstar Steve Boz won by disqualification when his opponent, Tokyo Monster Kahagas, started beating him with a giant stick.

Enjoy the video below as Tokyo Monster Kahagas beats Superstar Steve Boz with a stick!

In the semi-final round, Bully Bob whipped Jerome Hendrix, and Superstar Steve defeated Frankie, the King of Florida Ciatso.

In between tournament rounds, we enjoyed a special Turbo-Weight Division match-up between South Florida's Joker and James "G.I. Jamm" Anthony. For most of the fight, Anthony appeared to have the upper hand but after a few long two counts by the cute ref, Leva, the Joker managed to turn things around and pin G.I.

Enjoy the video below of the match between South Florida's Joker and James "G.I. Jamm" Anthony

Finally, in the hard fought final match, Superstar Steve Boz decimated Bully Bob Bronson to win the cup and end the eventful day.

Not exactly my cup of tea, but certainly an entertaining afternoon of time well spent. I would highly recommend this fun filled family event, especially to parents of pre-pubescent boys. The young boys seemed to enjoy the sporting more than any others.

Van Halen Announce Tour and Album Title

2012-01-05T23:37:00.001-05:00

Gaining marketing momentum as a result of the album cover unveiling billboard in Times Square during New Year's Eve festivities, and culminating with the intimate concert tonight in the 250 seat Cafe Wha in Greenwich Village, iconic rock band Van Halen reunited with David Lee Roth announced the new album title and outlines the dates for the upcoming 2012 tour. The new release, "A Different Kind of Truth", the first with Roth since 1984, will hit stores and electronic download outlets on February 7, eleven days before their tour kicks off in Louisville, Kentucky. Tickets, through Ticketmaster and others go on sale beginning January 10.

Below are the 2012 North American Tour Dates

2/18 – Louisville, KY | KFC Yum! Center
2/20 – Detroit, MI | The Palace of Auburn Hills
2/22 – Indianapolis, IN | Bankers Life Fieldhouse
2/24 – Chicago, IL | United Center
2/28 – New York, NY | Madison Square Garden
3/1 – New York, NY | Madison Square Garden
3/3 – Uncasville, CT | Mohegan Sun Arena
3/5 – Philadelphia, PA | Wells Fargo Center
3/9 – Buffalo, NY | First Niagara Center
3/11 – Boston, MA | TD Garden
3/15 – Montreal, QC | Bell Centre
3/17 – Toronto, ON | Air Canada Centre
3/21 – Ottawa, ON | Scotiabank Place
3/24 – Atlantic City, NJ | Boardwalk Hall
3/28 – Washington, DC | Verizon Center
3/30 – Pittsburgh, PA | Consol Energy Center
4/1 – Rosemont, IL | Allstate Arena
4/10 – Fort Lauderdale, FL | BankAtlantic Center
4/12 – Tampa, FL | St. Pete Times Forum
4/14 – Orlando, FL | Amway Arena
4/16 – Jacksonville, FL | Jacksonville Arena
4/19 – Atlanta, GA | Philips Arena
4/21 – Greensboro, NC | Greensboro Coliseum
4/25 – Charlotte, NC | Time Warner Cable Arena
4/27 – Nashville, TN | Bridgestone Arena
5/1 – Tulsa, OK | BOK Center
5/5 – Tacoma, WA | Tacoma Dome
5/7 – Vancouver, BC | Rogers Arena
5/9 – Calgary, AB | Scotiabank Saddledome
5/11 – Edmonton, AB | Rexall Place
5/17 – Winnipeg, MB | MTS Centre
5/19 – St. Paul, MN | Xcel Energy Center
5/22 – Kansas City, MO | Sprint Center
5/24 – Denver, CO | Pepsi Center
5/27 – Las Vegas, NV | MGM Grand Garden Arena
6/1 – Los Angeles, CA | STAPLES Center
6/3 – Oakland, CA | Oracle Arena
6/5 – San Jose, CA | HP Pavilion
6/12 – Anaheim, CA | Honda Center
6/14 – San Diego, CA | Viejas Arena
6/16 – Phoenix, AZ | US Airways Center
6/20 – Dallas, TX | American Airlines Center
6/22 – San Antonio, TX | AT&T Center
6/24 – Houston, TX | Toyota Center
6/26 – New Orleans, LA | New Orleans Arena

A fan tweeted tonight from Cafe Wha, "It was like a VH bar gig before their 1st album. At one point DLR randomly did an impression of Jim Morrison singing "Stairway to Heaven""

To Edward, his son, brother, and black sheep Diamond Dave, we wish you the best. Rock on!

Every Time I Die - Ex Lives

2012-01-03T13:11:00.000-05:00

Today, after releasing the terribly teasing trailer on January 1st, Every Time I Die publicists announced through Alternative Press Magazine that the new album, "Ex Lives" will release on March 6th.

Here is a track listing:
1 Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space 02:43
2 Holy Book Of Dilemma 01:49
3 A Wild, Shameless Plain 01:49
4 Typical Miracle 02:25
5 I Suck (Blood) 02:55
6 Partying Is Such Sweet Sorrow 03:12
7 The Low Road Has No Exits 02:51
8 Revival Mode 03:46
9 Drag King 04:11
10 Touch Yourself 02:17
11 Indian Giver 04:09
12 Grudge Music (bonus) 02:24
13 Business Casualty (bonus) 02:45
14 Starve An Artist, Cover Your Trash (bonus) 02:53

Vocalist Keith Buckley wrote, directed, and produced a video for the song, "Underwater Bimbos From Outer Space" posted here for your enjoyment.

NDAA 2012 and Martial Law Hype

2012-01-03T12:55:00.000-05:00

As a result of my zealousness during the 2008 elections, I'm known and respected as a political blogger, but I actually prefer writing about music, concerts, sporting events, muscle cars, and Harley-Davidson motorcycles. I've delved into a few political issues this year but must admit that I rarely watch television and for the most part I've acquired an absolute naivety regarding politics.

So imagine my astonishment when a friend, politician, and icon in the community asked my opinion regarding the recent passage of the National Defense Authorization Act 2012. I admitted my lack of expertise in the matter then dove into the subject for many hours of intense research.

I know that we are currently seeing a ton of sensationalism and hype on the internet regarding the passage of this bill and how it limits our civil rights so please take the time to read my interpretation in the following letter in response to my friend:

Hi Rodney,

Thanks for looking toward me for help on this matter and I apologize for my naivety yesterday in regard to it. Please keep in mind that I am not a lawyer nor a politician. I'm just a guy with an inquisitive mind that likes to study controversial subjects. I lean conservatively politically and I am a fundamental Christian so unfortunately my opinions are tainted and biased a bit as I am only human, although I do try to stay objective.

This bill that was recently signed by the President is essentially the same Defense Authorization Act that's been signed by the President every year for the last 48 years although some significant changes were implemented after 9/11 in regard to Al-Qaeda operatives specifically and the military was granted the ability to detain them almost indefinitely.

This Bill was huge (565 pages) and I waded through it a bit last night and a little more this morning. Everything was handled in typical political fashion regarding compromise and edits. The original bill introduce in the House was 29,542 words, grew to 230,298 words when it hit the Senate, and ended up a whopping 245,071 words when Obama signed it.

It appears that what most people seem upset about are some news articles and blogs that were published while the bill was still in the Senate being revised. I hate to say this because I align with him well ideologically but it looks like the Ron Paul camp actually perpetuated the propaganda. The president, as well as the governor of every U.S. state has always been authorized to implement martial law and suspend habeus corpus. It has happened numerous times in history most notably during reconstruction after the Civil War, in the state of Hawaii during all of World War II, and in Louisiana after the devastation and chaos created by Hurricane Katrina.

What a lot of people are upset about now is Section 1031 of the Senate version of the bill which ended up actually being Sections 1021 and 1022 of the Act signed by the President. This occurred when Ron Paul subversively announced that this was contrary to the Bill of Rights and gave the President the right to implement martial law. But the President has always had this power.

Obama increased the tension and anxiety over this controversy when he made some incredibly stupid comments right before he signed it. As much as I dislike his policies, I feel that in this particular situation after he had threatened to veto the bill, he was trying to play along and be non-partisan since an overwhelming majority of both the House and the Senate approved it.

There are at least 10 mentions in the entire Act that exclude American citizens and legal residents, twice mentioned in these two controversial sections, but the wording is ambiguous and the grammar is poor. I could see the possibility of things for this to be read out of context and the President insisting he has unlimited power to implement martial law but that's certainly not the intent and I cannot imagine that happening on our soil although I do recognize that things like this have happened throughout history.

This excerpt from the law in the controversial section 1021 seems very clear to me:

"Nothing in this section shall be construed

to affect existing law or authorities relating to the detention of

United States citizens, lawful resident aliens of the United States,

or any other persons who are captured or arrested in the United

States."

The U.S Constitution, The Bill of Rights and more than 200 years of other laws and case precedence would have to be somehow overthrown or overturned before any President of our country could obtain absolute power.

If we desire true change for our country, then I feel that our energy may better be expended by seeking a candidate that has the potential to beat Barack Obama in the next election. He's performed poorly, most educated and informed people predicted it, and now it's time for his replacement.

I hope this helps. If you want me to dig into this any more, please let me know.

Sincerely,

John

Every Time I Die Video "Teaser"

2012-01-03T09:00:00.000-05:00

On January 1st, Epitaph Records released an extremely short "teaser" video promoting Every Time I Die's first release since September of 2009 which should hit the stores and iTunes some time this winter. Evidently, all recording has been completed and the final mix is now occurring.

I will provide updates through this blog as well as http://ramblingsofjohn.tumblr.com/ as I receive more information or have the opportunity to conduct interviews.

Here is the 18 second video:

Buc's Press Conference After Firing Morris

2012-01-02T15:23:00.001-05:00

The Glazer family scheduled a press conference today at 3:00 PM to release the facts and plans regarding their release of Raheem Morris earlier in the day after losing 10 games in a row. Team co-chairman Joel Glazer announced that the team is currently assessing the situation and deciding the direction that the team needs to move in regard to a new coach. Glazer stated that the family will do whatever it takes financially to win.

The Buccaneers plan to interview many coaching candidates before making any decision. Glazer praised what Raheem Morris contributed to the team and made note of the class that he portrayed throughout his tenure. He also indicated that the team planned to re-build primarily through the draft but will not rule out trading for free agent veterans, and that he's confident that they will get the ship (I like that pun) headed in the right direction. Glazer refused to let any reporters nail him down to a timetable regarding the decision. Joel stated that the long term objective of the team is winning as opposed to creating hype to sell a few tickets quickly in the beginning of an announcement. General manager Mark Dominik will lead the search for the new coach and formulate the plan for the same.

At 3:14, Glazer turned the mic over to Dominik for continued questioning from reporters. He indicated that he has spent considerable time reviewing team film in an attempt to analyze and evaluate the problems from this year. Dominik said that Raheem Morris acted the true gentleman and accepted responsibility for his own part in the Buc's horrible season. He stated that the team still believed in Josh Freeman and felt confident about the maturity of the linemen and their ability as leaders. He also added additional confirmation to Glazer's comments regarding the fact that the team is committed to do whatever it takes to win.

Dominik stated that the team did not participate much in the free agent market this past year because of the limited time available after the strike and the strength of the young players that the team already on the roster.

Bucs Fire Coach Raheem Morris

2012-01-02T12:03:00.000-05:00

The Glazer family and the Tampa Bay Buccaneers announced today that they have fired coach Raheem Morris after his third year and a dismal 4-12 record. There will be a press conference today at 1 Buc Place in Tampa to announce their intentions. Former Titans coach, Jeff Fisher, stayed at the same hotel as the Buccaneers over the weekend in Atlanta, although he denied rumors that he was job seeking. Fisher claimed that he visited Atlanta because his son was playing there in a bowl game.

More news after the conference at 3:00 PM.

Update: Here is a recent Tweet from Bucs Co-Chairman Joel Glazer:
“We want to thank Coach Morris for all his hard work and dedication as head coach of the Buccaneers.”

Update 1:34 PM Bucs announce via Twitter that they will receive 5th overall pick in the first round of the draft next year and alternate between 4th and 5th for the remaining rounds. I guess that's the prize for having such a crappy year. More news to follow after 3:00 PM

Van Halen announces 2012 Tour with DLR

2012-01-02T11:42:00.003-05:00

Van Halen publicists recently announced, through a video posted on their website, a 2012 major tour with original front man David Lee Roth but have failed to clear rumors of the new album that may be released on Interscope Records sometime early in the new year. Van Halen last recorded with Roth in 1984 before his replacement by Sammy Haggar. Original bassist Michael Anthony will not play in the new line up, which also includes Eddie's son Wolfgang, a member of the band since 2007, on bass.

Roth toured with the band briefly in 2007 and 2008 and it looks like this recent announcement serves to patch up the strife created more than 25 years ago.

No your dates have been announced as of now but will be shortly as tickets go on sale through Ticketmaster beginning January 10th.

If they are anywhere within 150 miles of Fort Myers, FL, you will find me there!

Enjoy this video from the official VH site announcing the tour.

The Year in Retrospect 2011

2012-01-01T00:15:00.000-05:00

2011 proved itself a difficult year for this particular human being.

First, I found myself confronted by a separation and divorce against my will. Not that I didn't play my role in the devastation. I just feel strongly convicted that God intended marriage to be for life. In an attempt to salvage my marriage, I sold my business in a poor economy for way under market value and committed to work for the new owner who proved to be extremely controlling, manipulative, and deceitful. Not much of a work environment but I learned some lessons the hard way and will forever treat people differently as a result. Then finally in October, I fell 18' from a ladder while removing an old ceiling fan and spent a week in the hospital with stitches across my face, 14 staples in the back of my head, four broken ribs, a broken clavicle, and a collapsed lung. One week out of the hospital I returned for surgery to repair my damaged clavicle. I'm now partially human and partially titanium.

So, I rather candidly admit that 2011 was by far one of my worst years except for all of the hidden blessings that I discovered. I anxiously await the opportunity in 2012 and beyond to put into practice the lessons I've learned through the mistakes that I've made.

I also utilized my recovery time from the accident to practice blogging, an exercise I totally enjoy, and learn about the whole concept of social media and integrating that into a marketing plan. So rather than allowing this article to become a palette for my transparency, I will use it to outline my favorite blogger subjects over the past year.

Best Journey - Bike Trip to Daytona
Despite the setbacks, I enjoyed many opportunities to slip away this past year. I rode my 2007 Harley Ultra Classic to Maryland and back and flew to Seattle to enjoy the annual Bumbershoot festival but all paled in comparison to the joy I experience riding a 1961 Harley panhead FLH from Fort Myers to Daytona to meet friends and relatives from all over to celebrate my 50th birthday! Thanks again to all who participated.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/10/half-century.html

Biggest Baby - Brian Howe
I found difficulty swallowing the fact that the man who fronted Bad Company for years and delivered such masterpieces as "Holy Water" would resort to childish pranks and name calling after receiving a relatively poor review of his new, self produced EP, Emotions, but that's exactly what happened. Brian unfriended me on Facebook, attacked me online utilizing several outlets and encouraged others to do the same. I would have to say that I listened to hundreds of new albums during 2011 and would have to rank "Emotions" in the bottom five. It's worth buying for the comedic value.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/ep-review-brian-howe-emotions.html

Toughest Dude - Kaleb Brown
Autistic 9-year old author Kaleb Brown faces obstacles on a daily basis that some of us cannot imagine and guess what he does? He deals with it, unlike some pompous, prima donna rock stars. Kaleb wrote and illustrated a highly imaginative fiction entitled, "The Big M Book One" which serves as a joy to children of all ages. He has garnered an upcoming audience in front of the Cartoon Network and hopes to see his work as an animated series. The Big M is available on Amazon.com in hard copy and kindle edition for a very reasonable price. Please bless a child with this delightful work.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-big-m-by-kaleb-brown.html

Most Gigantic Mistake - Bon Jovi's death
As a fledgling writer, I committed a fatal error on December 19th of this past year. I picked up on an internet rumor that Jon Bon Jovi died earlier that day and quickly wrote an article about it. I found thousands of new readers that night but felt guilty over the reason why. I made phone calls to Bon Jovi's staff and the venue he played that night to confirm my error and updated my story and wrote a complete retraction the following day after I confirmed his performance the prior night. Jon took everything in stride posing for a quick picture in front of a Christmas Tree holding a sign reading, "Heaven Looks A Lot Like New Jersey" with the date and time. Just remember that you cannot believe everything you read or hear on the internet!
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/12/jon-bon-jovi-dead-at-49.html http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/12/jon-bon-jovi-dead-at-49.html

Best Concert - Trans-Siberian Orchestra

I still find difficulty attempting to describe in words the event know as a Trans-Siberian Orchestra show. They pull out all stops with a stimulating jolt to all senses brandishing screaming guitars with lights flashing and explosions occuring everywhere. This is something that you need to see for yourself.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/12/trans-siberian-orchestra-live-in-tampa.html

Craziest Politician - Newt Gingrich
In 2008 when I began blogging, people knew me as critic of politics in general particularly the Obama campaign but recently I've written about real events that get me a bit more excited regarding motorcycles and music. But I could not help but jump back into the political arena once I discovered that Newt Gingrich used tax payer dollars to pay for anal bleaching. Then only days later, I discover that he failed to qualify for the Virgina primary. Folks, there are better choices available. Look toward Ron Paul and/or Michele Bachmann.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/12/back-to-political-circus.html

Greatest Musical Discovery - Kore Ionz
I discovered tons of new music this past year, attended many concerts, listened to and reviewed a number of new CDs, particularly during my trip in August to Bumbershoot. Check out this peace loving, immensely talented group of reggae musicians from Seattle.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/kore-ionz-world-war-free.html

Best Album and Cover Art - Korn - The Path of Totality
I felt that KoRn stagnated a bit after Head left the band in 2005 to pursue a relationship with God and his daughter. Then surprisingly Fieldy committed his life to the Lord a few years later although he stayed with the band. It seemed apparent that the band found themselves in a losing battle with God. Oh how He works in mysterious ways. After struggling for years to maintain their dwindling popularity, they released this incredible masterpiece, a nu metal / dubstep collaboration with Sonny John Moore better known as Skrillex, as well as other dance music contributors.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/12/album-preview-korn-path-of-totality.html

Next Country Music Star - JJ McCoy
Not particularly a huge country music fan, so whether by accident, coincidence, or divine intervention I developed a new friendship this year with JJ. Please check out his EP, "Redneck, White and Blue", a three tune offering of tales that paint incredible pictures in your mind and tug at the heart.
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/ep-review-jj-mccoy-redneck-white-blue.html

Best Unfinished Story - Michele Bachmann
Sadly, I began an article outlining the outstanding character and integrity of Ms. Bachmann but never allowed time to finish it. I hope to learn more of her and report hopefully not much later than the Iowa Caucus.

Album Preview - KoRn - The Path of Totality

2011-12-30T11:08:00.000-05:00

Nu metal godfathers, multi-platinum selling KoRn prove themselves again with more ground breaking, genre bending intensity with their newest release, "The Path of Totality", a mash up with various techno, dubstep and electronic dance artists, including Skrillex, Feed Me, Noisia, Excision, Downlink, 12th Planet, Flinch, and Datsik, as well as rapper DJ Jake Stanczak better know as Kill the Noise.

Surprisingly, the tuned down baritone guitars custom made for Munky blend perfectly with the throbbing, pulsating dubstep beats of the various contributors. This incredible masterpiece evidently defines a new genre, should it be called nu techno, techno metal, or my favorite, dubmetal? The highly original sound mimics no one but lends into the gothic dance music one hears at infamous clubs such as The Castle in Ybor City. With samplings of bag pipes, John Kennedy, and a various sundry of other sound effects, there exists almost no pause between tracks as one blends perfectly into the other creating a phenomenal overall composition. From the opening "Chaos Lives in Everything" to the finale, "Tension", KoRn and their collaborating dubsteppers weave one unimaginable metallic symphony.

I highly recommend this hard edged, pulsating danceable KoRn. The Path of Totality makes a wise addition to any music collection. I've heard a ton of new music this year and would personally like to nominate this work as album of the year as well as album cover art of the year.

Enjoy this clip of KoRn's "Narcissistic Cannibal" featuring Skrillex and Kill the Noise, the first single released to radio stations from the new album.

Brian "Head" Welch - Paralyzed

2011-12-29T08:43:00.003-05:00

Brian Welch, better know as "Head" shocked the rock world in February of 2005 when he announced to his band mates, mulit-platinum selling Korn, and the world that he was quitting the band to pursue a closer relationship with God after dedicating his life to Christ in front of 10,000 people at Bible Valley Fellowship in Bakersfield, California.

After pioneering the genre now known as nu metal, Head felt convicted to leave behind rock n' roll's life of addiction and lustful behavior to focus on raising his daughter Jennea. God's power allowed him to leave behind a nearly lifelong addiction to methamphetamine and liquor, as well as a propensity toward pornography. He has pursued this passion ruthlessly tattooing "JESUS" across his right knuckles when his hand had caused him to sin and then later "Mark 9:42" across his left hand for the same reason.

The verse reads:

"If your hand causes you to sin, cut it off. It is better for you to enter life maimed than with two hands to go into hell, where the fire never goes out."

Head recorded a solo album and wrote a book, both titled "Save Me From Myself", in 2008 and debuted the single "Flush" at the Cornerstone Festival in Bushnell, Illinois. He wrote and played nearly every instrument on the CD so necessity urged him to put a band together for live shows. Musicians from all over the world auditioned through YouTube videos before the best auditioned for Head personally. The final line-up included keyboardist Brian Ruedy, Scott Von Heldt on guitar and backing vocals, guitarist Ralph Patlan, Michael Valentine on bass, and drummer Dan Johnson.

The newly formed band hit the road on tour immediately following rehearsals, headlining at the main stage during Cornerstone 2009 and the Exit concert in Las Vegas with Flyleaf and Blindside.

I just happened to be at the event on July 2, 2009 at the Cornerstone Festival. Please enjoy the video below of Head performing "Adonai."

Due to the pressures of touring, maintaining a lifestyle pleasing to God, and raising a daughter, Head has faced extreme difficulty finding time to record and master his sophomore solo release. He has been in and out of the studio since the spring of 2010 and hopes to have the album completed and released by April 2012.

He released the single, "Paralyzed" in October of 2011 as an electronic download on iTunes and other outlets. When compared to his debut album, one notices a continuing maturity in Head's music and walk with the Lord, as well as the advantages of collaborating with other musicians. The song has already enjoyed quite a bit of commercial success. Please enjoy this new hit as posted by Head's official website.

Head, keep rocking and loving Jesus! You're an inspiration to many of us as we face and deal with the struggles of living in the "world".

Mary Did You Know ?

2011-12-25T09:45:00.001-05:00

Many years ago, a teenage girl awoke early one spring morning, feeling terribly nauseated and unable to move far without vomiting. She called out for her mother, "Mom, I don't feel well this morning. I don't think I can go to school." The family lived in a small rural town with no doctor. They received medical care from a physician who traveled the countryside visiting small villages, stopping long enough to attend to the medical needs of the community while enjoying the native hospitality which would normally include decent meals, wine and a bed. The mother replied, "The doctor will not be here until next week and you cannot miss that much school. So let's see what we can do to make you feel a little better." The mother concerned that her daughter may be experiencing the ill effects just prior to the monthly onset of menstruation gave her some tea laced with honey and lemon. The young girl sipped the tea which decreased the nausea enough to allow her to attend school.

Each morning the nausea increased, the tea helped less and the girl, Mary, anticipated the day the doctor would finally visit their village. Tuesday finally arrived and the girl's family welcomed the physician, who was accompanied by his young son, into their home during his short stay. The family shared a quick meal of bread and some cheese before the doctor commenced the examination. The teenager, still nauseated and with little appetite, played with the doctor's toddler son, Luke, while the rest ate as she thought, "One day I would love a child like this of my own."

As her mother cleared the table, and her father returned to work, the doctor began his examination. He ran his fingers carefully over the glands behind the girl's ears and prodded her abdomen and back while he asked several questions, then finally announced with a slight look of disapproval, "My dear, you are not sick. You are pregnant." Mary twisted her face, bewildered, and claimed, "How can that be? I've never been with a man....physically.. I mean, sir." The doctor showing little emotion and not amused by her comments uttered, "That's simply impossible dear. You are not being truthful. My work here is finished for now. I disapprove of your behavior but I will return next month to check on you."

Mary felt the continued bewilderment. She knew deep in her heart that she had remained a virgin. She had only been on a few dates in her entire life and only as a result of her mother's matchmaking, all with the same man, Joseph, a close family friend and co-worker of her father. They had never shared more than a hug and a meal. Joseph, a bit older and claiming not to be a cradle robber, pledged, "Mary, you are a beautiful young woman. I will marry you one day once you are fully grown." How can this be? Who will believe her?

Mary's parents disowned her. She felt hostility any time she entered the family home. Only two people showed any compassion at all. First, the man who she thought would be the most angry, Joseph, the good looking, strong, older carpenter acted tenderly toward her and although he believed that she had been impregnated by another, he honored his earlier pledge, half made in jest, and vowed to still marry the girl and treat her child as his own. Additionally her aunt Elizabeth showed mercy toward her and somehow confirmed the dream that Mary had months earlier in which she felt that God had indicated to her that there would be something special and unique about her child.

Months later, having nowhere else to turn, Mary embarked on a three day journey with her fiancee to the town of his ancestors so that Joseph could enroll in a census to allow the emperor an opportunity to assess taxes fairly. In her third trimester, Mary contemplated not going but could not bear the thought of her father's constant condescension without having Joseph nearby to protect her. Not a wealthy man, Joseph owned only one animal, a small donkey that he allowed Mary to ride upon while he spent most of the three day journey on foot.

They arrived in Bethlehem from Nazareth late at night, and the small town and ancestral home of King David overflowed with activity. Joseph had been unable to make reservations and all of the hotels were now full for the night. A farmer showed pity for the young couple and allowed them to rest in his barn for the night before continuing to the courthouse in the morning to enroll in the census. As she dismounted the donkey, looking forward to a few hours sleep, Mary went into labor. Joseph searched for a doctor but they were all busy and told him they would assist as soon as morning arrived. With no medical assistance, Joseph with the help of a couple of farmhands, delivered the baby, cleaned him in a small metal trough, and placed him upon a pile of hay and some blankets in a manger.

A star shining brighter than anything in the sky appeared instantly and illuminated the entire farm. Shepherds tending their flocks appeared to see what was causing the commotion and immediately began to show adoration for Mary's young baby, Jesus, or Yeshua in their native Aramaic.

Weeks later, Mary still too weak and the baby too fragile to make the return journey to Nazareth, Joseph found enough side work to enable the couple to rent a small house. In complete astonishment Mary witnessed a multitude of visitors including some extremely intelligent astronomers from the east who claimed her baby fulfilled centuries of prophecy.

Eventually the couple returned to Nazareth and the routine of country living. The couple eventually married and had many more children. Joseph shared his love of construction with his sons so fortunately they were able to support the family after his untimely death when Jesus was still a teenager. The young boy showed incredible wisdom, beyond that of the rabbis at the temple, and displayed humility beyond anything that Mary had ever witnessed.

Jesus eventually grew into a fine young man and teacher, hung out with a group of twelve very close friends, who traveled by foot from town to town teaching the villagers about a very new type of kingdom. Mary watched her son become as popular as a rock star as he earned way more respect than any of the regions leaders or elders. As a result they persecuted him and turned his people against him. Claiming to be the son of God, they tried him for blasphemy and executed him by nailing him to a tree and Mary watched as her son struggled to gasp for his last breath.

They buried him in a tomb donated by a rich follower and three days later he rose from the dead. He spent some time with his friends then ascended into heaven. He proceeded to change the lives of millions of people and the world forever. We even track time according to his earthly life.

Mary.........did you know?

Guitar Great Tag Graves Dead at 60

2011-12-20T11:02:00.001-05:00

Louisiana native and Fort Myers Beach resident, guitarist, singer/songwriter Tag Graves succumbed to his battle with liver cancer and passed earlier today at the age of 60. An extremely versatile guitarist, Graves toured with Leon Russell for several years in the 1970's which allowed him the opportunity to play on stage with legends such as Eric Clapton, Rod Stewart, and Charlie Daniels. An accomplished songwriter in his own write, Tag also wrote and produced several solo albums.

In recent years, Tag has toured with the Flirting With Disaster Band and played solo gigs at watering holes along Fort Myers Beach and is well loved by both local patrons and regular tourists. Our thoughts and prayers are with Tag's family.

Jon Bon Jovi is Alive and Well

2011-12-20T10:37:00.000-05:00

Whether or not he's "Wanted Dead or Alive" or "Living on a Prayer", I confirmed by telephone this morning with a spokesperson from the Count Basie Theatre in Red Bank, New Jersey that Mr. Bon Jovi appeared there for a benefit concert last night many hours after his rumored death and both looked and acted extremely healthy and performed well. My contact at the venue seemed a bit disturbed by all of the hype and evidently Bon Jovi had quite a bit of fun with it himself last night. Although plastic surgery has played a role, you can see that Jon does look pretty darn good for a 49 year old man that spent over half of his life on the road enjoying the perks of rock 'n roll!

Jon Bon Jovi Dead at 49 - True or Hoax

2011-12-19T17:43:00.001-05:00

Rock Star and 1980's icon Jon Bon Jovi died earlier today at the age of 49, when paramedics found him in a coma at the Empress Hotel where he lives in Asbury Park, NJ after performing a World Christmas tour concert the night prior in North Beach Park.

Paramedics found him not breathing when they arrived and rushed him to Jersey Shore Medical Center where he later suffered cardiac arrest. The coroner has not yet performed an autopsy, so at this time, foul play and drug abuse cannot be ruled out.

UPDATE 6:30PM: This story may be a hoax that started on Twitter. I am now attempting to get to the bottom of the story to determine it's authenticity. Please check back regularly for updates.

UPDATE: 6:45PM: Many conflicting reports are currently circulating the internet. No Bon Jovi publicist has confirmed or denied this story at this time. Apparently he is scheduled to perform at a charity event tonight so we should know for sure if he shows up smiling.

UPDATE: 7:15P: Jon is scheduled to perform tonight at Hope Concert V at the Count Basie Theatre in Red Bank, NJ later tonight. Hopefully, he will appear and put this possible rumor to rest.

UPDATE: 7:23PM: Apparently Jon is Alive and Well. It looks like this photo was just taken and published around the internet. I'm still waiting to hear back from the Count Basie Theatre when he arrives.

UPDATE 7:37PM I spoke briefly to a JBJ spokeswoman who assured me that the singer is alive and well and performing tonight. So bury the rumor.

The 12 (now 14) Songs of Christmas

2011-12-17T13:38:00.000-05:00

On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me........

Enough of that, I desire to write something a little different this year as well as offer a holiday listening treat so may I present the 12 songs of Christmas, not the typical yuletide melodies but something a little more unique, a bit out of the box and extraordinary.

1) On the first day of Christmas my editor gave to me, SisterBrother's - "We Three Kings"
Enjoy this extremely original rendition of one of my personal holiday favorites recorded by one of today's hottest acts, SisterBrother, a unique indie duo formed by brother and sister-in law, Nathan Horst and Suzanna Espamer, produced by Nathan's studio, Attic Studios, in Harrisburg, PA.

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2) On the second day of Christmas, my editor gave to me, Twisted Sister's - "Heavy Metal Christmas". I can't help but include the world's most famous heavy metal transvestite's satire of a Christmas classic from the album, Twisted Christmas. If you are a fan of heavy metal and can afford it, please purchase the entire album on iTunes. You will certainly enjoy this twisted view of Christmas, particularly the mash between "Oh Come All Ye Faithful" and "We're Not Gonna Take it".

Just in case you're unable to understand all of the words, I've included them below. This song completes any heavy metal lover's arsenal of Christmas tunes.

On my heavy metal Christmas my true love gave to me,
12 silver crosses
11 black mascaras
10 pairs of platforms
9 tattered t-shirts
8 pentagrams
7 leather jackets
6 cans of hairspray
5 skull earrings
4 quarts of Jack
3 studded belts
2 pairs of spandex pants
and a tattoo of Ozzy!

3) On the third day of Christmas my editor gave to me, Pierce Brochetti's - "Silent Night"
I recently met LA rocker Pierce through Facebook and I would certainly fill amiss if I did not include his instrumental presentation of this wonderful Christmas classic. Please check out Pierce on iTunes or Reverbnation as he also offers a pretty cool version of Happy Birthday, which shows a bit more of his guitar virtuosity.

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4) On the fourth day of Christmas, my editor gave to me, Trans Siberian Orchestra's - "Carol of the Bells". Last week, I thoroughly enjoyed the privilege of covering this act on assignment in Tampa , Florida and was able to obtain this video of them performing "Carol of the Bells" with a bit of "God Bless Ye Merry Gentlemen" thrown in. Please allow this one to soak in and permeate your being. Nothing in music compares to the spectacular extravaganza displayed by this unique band that blends classical music, heavy metal, and motown. I still feel goosebumps every time I listen or allow one of their tunes to start playing in my head.

5) On the 5th Day of Christmas my editor gave to me, Bob Marley's - "White Christmas". Not one of Marley's best, I included this rare recording because of the irony associated with a White Christmas in Kingston. I would expect more of a green ganga Christmas from the rasta men!

6) On the 6th Day of Christmas, my editor gave to me, Kutless' - "Mary Did You Know".
This tune, originally written by the Gaither's Mark Lowrey, and recorded by Gary Chapman, Rascall Flats, Reba McIntyre, Hayley Westenra, Kenny Rogers, and a huge host of others stands alone as my all time favorite Christmas song. After listening to this song performed since the early 1990's by many different artists, it still brings tears to my eyes every time I hear it as well as one time that I had to perform it live and became so choked up that I could hardly sing. Please enjoy this rocked up version by Kutless, which is now my favorite rendition. I'm certainly glad I discovered this version.

7) On the 7th Day of Christmas my editor gave to me, Heart's - "Here is Christmas"
This beautiful Christmas tune from Heart's "A Lovemonger's Christmas" surprisingly receives little or no airplay during the holiday season from radio stations that promote Christmas and holiday music. So please allow yourself to enjoy it here.

8) On the 8th Day of Christmas my editor gave to me, Jars of Clay's - "Little Drummer Boy".
While "Mary Did You Know" is probably my favorite all-time Christmas song, Jars of Clay is one of my all time favorite bands right up there with Pink Floyd , Yes, Led Zeppelin, and Stevie Ray. Every year, I look forward to the opportunity of hearing this incredibly unique yet tasteful version of this classic song performed in a way that can only be done by Jars.

9) On the 9th day of Christmas, my editor gave to me, Black Label Society's - "The First Noel".
One man band, Black Label Society, and guitarist for front man Ozzie, the intimidating and scary looking Zak Wylde, records an unusual and incredibly virtuositous rendition of the First Noel with clear, clean melodies, and blazing signature guitar riffs without Zak's typical overuse of tremolo. It pleased me to realize that Zak donates every dime from the sale of this tune on iTunes to charity so please step up and buy this one. The scary man possesses a real heart for humanity.

10) On the 10th Day of Christmas my editor gave to me, Ronnie James Dio's - "God Rest Ye Merry Gentlemen".
Because of it's slightly ominous nature, I debated over including this rendition but when I heard the unaltered words sung by the now deceased accused Satan worshiper, I'm forced to include this one. The words of this song carry a huge Christian message and I find it amusing being carried by Ronnie James Dio. Beware members of Westboro Baptist Church in Los Angeles, who protested at his funeral. As messengers, God has used stutterers, prostitutes, tax collectors, adulterers, murders, and even an ass. So why not, Ronnie Dio. I love Tony Iommi on guitar during this one.

11) On the eleventh day of Christmas, my editor gave to me Jethro Tull's - "Greensleeves"
This beautiful rendition from the rock icon featuring the crisp flute playing of Ian Anderson flanked by a full arrary of back up instruments stands tall as a somewhat traditional yet fresh version of a very old classic.

12) On the twelfth day of Christmas my editor gave to me Third Day's - "Do You Here What I Hear"
From a Christmas special from one of today's top grossing Christian Bands, please listen to Mac Powell and Third Day performing a very unique and touching version of another holiday classic.

13) On the thirteenth day of Christmas, my editor gave to me Jeff Taulton's - "The Precious Day." After originally publishing this article including 12 songs corresponding to the twelve days of Christmas I received this one, perhaps the best of all, from my friend Jeff Taulton in Boonsboro, Maryland. Please listen closely as the words say it all!

14) On the fourteenth Day of Christmas my editor gave to me Bon Jovi's - I Wish Every Day Coud Be Like Christmas
After my worst reporting faux pas to date, the incorrect message that Jon Bon Jovi had died earlier today, and out of respect for the man who stands as a rock icon, I'm now adding another song to the list as it keeps growing longer. Please enjoy this clip as the man who is still alive performs this wonderful original Christmas tune.

Trans Siberian Orchestra Live in Tampa

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Imagine a sensory smorgasbord, a buffet of auditory and visual delicacies, a journey where fantasy becomes reality as you allow yourself to witness peace over persecution, joy over darkness, and imbibe in overwhelming pleasure. Words simply cannot describe the spectacular event know as a Trans Siberian Orchestra (TSO) show. This spectacular musical extravaganza brings utter amazement to the senses as they strive to maintain pace with the multitude of simultaneous events occurring on stage and all around the arena as guitars and violins wail, a dozen singers harmonize, dazzling lights blaze from all angles, fog pervades and fire erupts.

This event lives as the vision of legendary producer, lyricist, and composer, Paul O'Neill, who, in 1993, formed the band that blends classical and rock into a unique fusion, able to entertain fans of virtually all ages. O'Neill managed to form this unparalleled band as a marriage between his experience producing metal bands, Aerosmith and AC/DC, with his admiration for the progressive music of Yes and Pink Floyd, and his love for the beautiful R&B harmonies of the Four Tops and the Temptations. What emerged exists as one of music's top drawing live and top selling recorded acts.

Last night, I enjoyed the rare privilege of witnessing TSO live in Tampa performing a two part show in which they enacted Christmas Eve and Other Stories, a rock opera included in their Christmas trilogy, and then continued with a mixture of songs from the remainder of their albums, but primarily devoted to Christmas. Prior to the opening act, band leader and MC for the night, guitarist Chris Caffrey, handed local DJ, Mason Dixon, a check made payable to the Mason Dixon Charitable Foundation, for over $8,000, representing $1 for every ticket sold. To date, the band has donated over $10 million to local charities.

During the first part, narrator, Brian Hicks, wove an incredible tale of a young man, portrayed by heavy metal vocalist Ronny Munroe, who wanders into a bar on Christmas Eve where he encounters a mysterious old man who tells him a tale about the magical effect of Christmas day on the human race. The band interlaces theatrically embellished music along with the story, accompanied by an incredible assortment of lights, pyrotechnics, and moving, animated trusses and catwalks. With no intermission, only a brief introduction of the vocalists by Caffrey, the band immediately commenced the second half performing Christmas classics like "Christmas Canon", "Faith Noel" and "Carol of the Bells" with the unmistakable heavy metal touch that only TSO delivers.

O'Neill only allows the band to perform Christmas music only during November and December, so to encompass as many venues as possible, the group splits into two separate touring units thus enabling them to hit most major cities during the hectic holiday season. From now until Christmas, the split band will perform 4 shows day per day, an exhaustive schedule, particularly when the stage crew needs 15 hours just to set up the elaborate special effects. TSO merges back into one cohesive group for touring and performing the remainder of the year. With this wider span of calendar, TSO launches on another tour right after New Year's Day performing Beethoven's Last Night, enabling them to slightly slow the pace and hit many smaller cities and venues. I witnessed the east crew, featuring Caffrey and Night Ranger's Joel Hoekstra on guitar, David Z on bass, violinist Roddy Chong, and drummer, Jeff Plate, who has been with TSO since their formation in 1993, as well as a host of vocalists, and members of Tampa's local symphony orchestra.

Trans Siberian Orchestra stands at the forefront, propelling and evolving a genre created by Emerson, Lake and Palmer, Yes, and King Crimson, continuing to amaze and astonish their fans with every theatrical trick in the book. If ever presented the opportunity, please do yourself a favor and witness this spectacle first hand. I've attended 10-20 concerts per year for the last thirty years and have not observed anything like it. After the finale, I sat in my chair, in awe, unable to move, until the crowd slowly dissipated.

Enjoy this clip from last night as TSP performs "Carol of the Bells"

Obama'a Golf Swing

2011-12-10T13:00:00.000-05:00

I recently received this email from my friend, Matt Romney with the following message:

Since taking office, President Obama has repeatedly promised he would “not rest until every American who is able and ready and willing to work can find a job.” And 1,584 holes of golf later, the President has stayed true to this promise by staying busy on the links.

This figure doesn’t bode well with the twenty-five million Americans who are currently unemployed, underemployed, or have stopped looking for work.

It’s time to have a president whose idea of being “hands on” doesn’t mean getting a better grip on the golf club.

Donate $18 to help me put President Obama on a permanent vacation:

At first glance, this seemed incredulous to me! With our country in the midst of fiscal and civic ruin, and while fighting wars on two seperate fronts, our beloved leader and Commander-in-Chief gallivants across the green, whacking small, white balls, on our dime and our time, for 1,584 holes smiling the entire time like the Cheshire cat. This dude hit more holes than Bill Clinton!

Mitt's ad initially elicited the expected reaction from me. Our president putts around the course as the country sinks, surrounded by the enormous presence of expense of the Secret Service. My overactive imagination flashed images of Nero fiddling while Rome burned.

I sat in utter astonishment, then reality sunk in and I simply performed the math. 1,584 divided by 18 holes per round equals 88 rounds of golf. The President assumed office in January of 2009 which was approximately 148 weeks ago. So, Barack Obama plays one round of golf on average once every 13 days weeks or approximately twice per month.

Regardless of our opinion of him, it appears to me that the man performing one of the globe's most stressful professions should have an opportunity to unwind and relax on occasion. Personally, I require much more down time than two rounds of golf per month.

Mitt, will you start attacking him for reading a book, shooting a few hoops, or playing with the kids? How would you enjoy criticism for running every day or the occasional hunt?

While Barack Obama spent valuable time playing 1,584 holes of golf, Mitt Romney spent a similar amount of time running 3,108 miles.

Mitt, as a hunter, why are you unable to realize the relative ease in finding shots to fire at Obama in regard to a poor understanding of economics, health care reform propaganda, high unemployment, favoring importers over exporters, and the very real likelihood that he is not an natural born citizen of the United States? Do you really think that you will garner support, in the polls and financially, by attacking golfers, a hobby practiced by a skewed percentage of conservatives?

A country club only a few miles from my house is currently running a pre-season special to attract extra business from non-members. I believe that rather than sending my $18 to the Romney campaign, I will invest in 18 holes of fun for myself. And Mitt, if you are counting, that will give me a tally for the year of 54 holes of golf as I have desired to squander my valuable time on motorcycling and playing music!

During my time on the greens, I think I'll focus a bit on the attributes of Michele Bachmann, a woman of impeccable character and integrity, who is in the primaries against you. I will find it much more difficult to criticize or pick on her but I'm sure I'll find something interesting to write!

"We Three Kings" by Sister Brother"

2011-12-09T16:25:00.001-05:00

Eventually, I will review their full length freshman LP, but until then, enjoy this fresh version of a Christmas classic recorded by one of today's hottest acts, SisterBrother, featuring one of my all-time favorite musicians and producers, Nathan Horst. <p>&amp;lt;a href="http://sisterbrother.bandcamp.com/track/we-three-kings"&amp;gt;We Three Kings by SisterBrother&amp;lt;/a&amp;gt;</p>

Back to the Political Circus

2011-12-07T22:15:00.001-05:00

I know it appears odd, particularly to my readers from several years ago, that I've dabbled little in politics and the hilarity behind it. Many remember during the 2008 election year, I, along with a few others, first exposed the possibility that Barack Obama may not be a natural born U.S. citizen, one of the few requirements necessary to obtain the position of President. The story gained some ground, hit mainstream news, and then surprisingly disappeared beneath the rug that we figuratively sweep things under. I have no intention of re-hashing that story now although I may plunge into it again as we more closely approach the actual election. If one would like to read more on the Obama birth certificate scandal, please look at my blog archives and read the stories from that period in time.

Since the last presidential election, I blogged little as life consumed me, then returned to write but chose subjects that I personally find more interesting like music, concerts, and motorcycles. I've also attempted to adopt the discipline of simplicity which has led me to almost entirely abandon television so I am not the least bit up to date on current events or the details of where we stand right now in the 2012 election process. So today, I have the distinct advantage of writing from a vantage of naivety and innocence which may cause me to appear stupid or ignorant, or on the other hand, allow me to offer a fresh, fairly unbiased perspective. But I heard bits and pieces of news today that struck my funny bone so hard that I felt compelled to write something tonight.

Continue to keep in mind that I've not followed politics at all for the past three years so in my research to brush up, imagine my amazement as I discover a list of 16 Candidates for the Republican nomination for President of the United States. I understand that as the incumbent, protocol dictates no Democrat may compete for the ticket against Barack Obama, so please let's look at this list and allow me the opportunity for naive comment.

Herman Cain

Knowing little of the man, I instantly liked him as a potential candidate when I heard his view of the political system and realized the long list of qualifications on his resume. I understand that days ago he withdrew from the race because of allegations of sexual misconduct. I don't quite understand that. I observed the same behavior from a Mr. Clinton many years ago and it actually propelled his popularity to a whole new level. Not that I condone any of it but I guess what's good for the goose (Democrat) may not be equally good for the gander (Republican). Or maybe it's a racist thing? I would love to stir that pot!

Newt Gingrich

I thought this man disappeared from the political scene many years ago after his tenure as Speaker of the House of Representatives? Now apparently out of retirement and the purported front runner for the nomination, is a man that has already buried the stories of his sexual misconduct. But I did hear that Herman Cain was a possible running mate for Newt so that would make an interesting ticket of the Two Players, bigger skirt chasers than Al and Bill?

And the story that caught my attention today and forced me back into blogging politics was the leak that Newt Gingrich used tax payer dollars three times for anal bleaching. Who has their ass bleached? Why is anyone staring at it? How expensive is the process? I'm quick to follow trends so I am now interested in this anal bleaching. Who performs this procedure? Endless questions enter my mind so it's unlikely that I will let this story cool for a while.

John Huntsman

Maybe not this year but very soon speaking Chinese will be a prerequisite for the candidacy. So Mr. Huntsman, maybe you're too early.

Gary Johnson

He does not attend church, is pro-choice, pro-immigration, and an outspoken opponent of the war on drugs who favors the legalization of marijuana. I don't agree with much of his ideology except he is anti big government and I like the idea of buying weed at the store. But shouldn't this guy be on the other party's ticket?

Fred Karger

God smacked me with this one years ago so gay bashing is no longer part of my routine. I admire the man for being openly gay and still aligning himself with Republican rhetoric.

Andy Martin

I remember Andy from many years ago as he was one of the leaders in the pursuit to expose the citizenship status of Barack Obama, and I still correspond with him occasionally by email. But unless I'm wrong, I thought Andy was a Democrat. Did he party switch? This smells a little fishy to me. And after Blagovich and Obama, do we want another Chicagoan?

Jimmy McMillan

Another former democrat and member of the "Rent is Too Damn High Party", as well as a Viet Nam veteran and karate expert, I like this guy. Not that he has a chance but he looks very cool and like he'd be a blast to hang out with. I will have fun blogging him in the future. And Jimmy, if by chance you read this, please contact me. I'd love to interview you!

Tom Miller

This man is a career flight attendant. I respect the profession but how does that qualify one for the presidency?

Ron Paul

You can't help but like this Libertarian leaning medical doctor and congressman. He believes in reform and he believes in himself and his supporters are dogmatic about all of it. This type of man could live in that big, white house in the capital and actually make a difference instead of just talking about it.

Rick Perry

I admire the things that he stands for but didn't we already try an evangelical, good looking, grass roots, smiling, millionaire Texan? What is Einstein's definition of insanity? Look it up if you don't know.

Buddy Roemer

I know nothing about him other than he is another former Democrat. Why all the ship jumping this campaign?

Mitt Romney

This man appears solid, has a tremendous resume, and apparently the ability to address our economic woes. And I understand that he along with Newt Gingrich are the current front runners. I don't need to flip a coin on that one!

Rick Santorum

Shouldn't he just be supporting his friend Mitt?

Matt Snyder

This man claims that he is a representative of the people. I thought that was the entire concept! What am I missing?

Vern Wuensche

Contractor and businessman, this man appears to be another capable of assessing and addressing our financial woes. But how could he ever unseat Obama?

Michele Bachmann

I saved the best for last! Why is this upstanding woman not the front runner? She maintains impeccable character, shows integrity on every level, stands firm on conservative issues, displays superior intellect, speaks articulately, and shows absolutely no signs of dishonesty or abuse of power. Anyone reading this article, please take the time to learn more about this incredible woman. Besides, if you ask me, she's a lot hotter looking than any of the other goons!

My Choice!

A Night at Porky's - JJ McCoy

2011-12-06T22:30:00.000-05:00

Last Saturday, accompanied by my two closest friends, I embarked on a visit to Porky's Roadhouse in Port Charlotte for some fine chicken wings and one of the best entertainers that country music has to offer, Mr. JJ McCoy, and his band the Chillbillys.

I certainly invite anyone who's never had the opportunity to visit this establishment to find the time. The Roadhouse offers a great menu containing fair priced, tasty meals, excellent service, two pool tables, a large bar, and serves as an excellent entertainment venue with high ceilings, a large stage, and a semi-private VIP type loft, which is a great place for groupies to goggle or to down a few shots with the band.

Musician friends, I have no idea whether the pay is decent, but I would seek gigging opportunities from this establishment if only because of it's sound friendly, cavernous environment.

We arrived early and observed the band setting up while we dined on chicken wings and fries washed down by ice cold brews. A leading poultry connoisseur, I proudly offer the opinion from my discriminating palate in regard to the delicacy served at Porky's. Their buffalo style wings, served sans breading, better known as naked, were plump and juicy, cooked to perfection and rolled in sauce, just a tad shy of cayenne. On the other hand, the accompanying fries tasted less spectacular. I cannot be certain but they looked and tasted like the restaurant vendor bought frozen and fried variety rather than the tastier chopped from potatoes on site version. Our waitress performed flawlessly ensuring that both our bellies and beer bottles remained full. Although at first shocked by the $5 cover, I realized the bargain of obtaining the wrist band after enjoying the benefits of $1 bottles of Miller Lite throughout the entire evening.

The band began promptly at 9:30 and performed some covers unrecognizable to me since I listen to virtually no popular country music and really only enjoy the outlaw variety of which we did happily witness a fair amount of in the second set. JJ's original music serves as the centerpiece and highlight of his live show. His songs paint vivid mind pictures that range from a lonely, homesick soldier on patrol in Iraq, the difficulties in raising a family and distancing yourself from kin, to the joy in living a simple life and enjoying the pleasures of country life. JJ's huge frame whips his seemingly tiny telecaster around, attacking it with the down home version of shredding, showing amazing virtuosity as a musician while accompanying his booming, rich baritone voice. Fortunately, JJ's band, the Chillbillys prevent him from standing as a one man band. They provide competent back up with steady drumming, thumping bass, a twangy acoustic, and the unmistakable wail of the pedal steel guitar. Bassist, Leo August, with his versatility, adds a dynamic often missing from country music with his ear for nuance and the addition of tasteful fills. Charlie Brown, on pedal steel, offers parallel diversity with a style that ranges from Hank Sr. twang to the alluring scream of the Allman Brothers.

If you've never heard or seen JJ McCoy, please do yourself a favor and pick up his EP "Redneck, White and Blue" from iTunes for the incredible price of $2.97 then go catch a show at your earliest convenience. His tunes, written deep from his heart, will stick in your head and you'll find yourself humming them all day.

JJ McCoy is the "Real McCoy"!

Enjoy this video clip of that night of JJ and his band performing their original hit "Sunshine State"

Susan L. Shoemaker Auditorium at Island Coast High

2011-12-02T23:35:00.001-05:00

Tonight, the Lee County School Board, along with faculty from Island Coast High school in Cape Coral, renamed the school's auditorium and dedicated it in memory of recently deceased guidance counselor, Susan L. Shoemaker.

On August 7, at the age of 69, Ms. Shoemaker passed away from the ravaging effects of cancer. She spent 47 years as an educator, garnering respect from students, the community, faculty, staff, and school board members. She received the Golden Apple award numerous times and earned the title "Counselor of the Year" at the elementary, middle and high school levels.

During the night's ceremony, in the newly named auditorium, students and faculty honored Susan by performing a variety of musical, dance, and dramatic presentations. Ms. Shoemaker's husband, Edward Pritchard, accepted the award on her behalf. Few eyes remained dry during the evening.

Enjoy the clip below of rising star, Lauren Rae Roberts, performing "Because You Loved Me" as a tribute Ms. Shoemaker.

Oh What a Month - My Rock Star Awards

2011-12-02T04:01:00.000-05:00

Another day .....another dollar....., "The Highway Song" from 1970's band Blackfoot echoed through my head as I completed yet another day working for a psychologically abusive boss in an environment foreign to me, an alien lost in a world where chaos ruled over clutter and menial tasks ranked higher than actual accomplishment. I felt a beer and a steak, shared with an accomplice in this insanity, satisfied a need to plant a stake acknowledging the end of another chapter in the days of drudgery. Yet unfortunately I asked this treasured friend to help with a small task at home and in return I'd spring for the night's tab.

"Please help me change out this ceiling fan in the vaulted family room, my friend, and food and drink are on me", I boldly proclaimed only hours before destiny met reality. I asked my colleague only to steady the 18' ladder as I undertook the simple task of removing the old worn out and presumedly installing the more elegant and efficient new cooling mechanism. I shut off the power supplied from the breaker, cautiously climbed the ladder, removed the screws from the decorative cap, and untwisted each of the three wire nuts to allow the easy dis-assembly of the old, rusted unit. Nothing difficult, I thought, as I pushed the fan up and over the mounting hooks, enabling what I assumed an easy feat to lower each part to the ground. Surprised by the weight and slightly disabled by my awkward vantage, the fan motor let loose without warning and struck me violently across the face, knocking me backward off the ladder and onto my friend before my head and left shoulder slammed impetuously into the tile floor. I only faintly remember anything from those first few minutes as I sat stunned, gasping for breath and fading in and out of consciousness.

I refused my friend's plea to call for an ambulance and attempted to gather my wits as an oblong pool of blood formed around me. Clutching my chest fearing heart failure, I found breathing nearly impossible. I quickly realized that blood poured from the back of my head and left temple and one side of my body remained nearly paralyzed. I witnessed my friend also bleeding and clutching his right arm and realized neither of us fit to drive to the hospital. In a brief moment of clarity, I dialed my cellular and asked my inamorata to please pick us up as quickly as possible for transport to a medical facility. She arrived promptly and rushed us to the emergency room as we soiled her car seats with blood.

After ten hours in the emergency department, my friend, and now lifesaver, as I realized that my death had been prevented by his breaking of my fall, paid the price by fracturing his right arm, an awful predicament for a graphic designer. Suffering a deservedly worse fate myself, I spent, in a shared hospital room, the following week diagnosed with severe lacerations to the back of the head and face, four broken ribs, a fractured clavicle, and a partially collapsed lung. The attending physician assistant in the ER placed fourteen staples behind my left ear, stitches across my face, and suture glue across my nose. I found myself, a week after discharge from the hospital, returning to have an orthopedic surgeon install a titanium plate to reconnect the broken portions of my left clavicle.

An eternal optimist, seeker of the half full glass, and believer in making lemonade from lemons, I quickly recognized this blessing in disguise. Lying virtually incapacitated, relying solely on help from others, forced me into distancing myself from a horrific work environment and allowed me ample time to pursue my dreams of freelance writing, in which I quickly earned blogging notoriety. This accident also enabled me time to learn about the sophisticated network behind electronic social media.

I published many articles, learned how to effectively use Twitter and Facebook, enjoyed the company of new found friends, established solid business relationships, and ticked off a famous celebrity.

Please allow me this opportunity to recap November's blogging highlights from my perspective and award those who deserve special recognition. Today's sophisticated internet technology enables easy evaluation by recognizing the number of readers of each particular article.

I composed and published over 20 individual pieces and a few stand out deserving a renewed highlight, not for my accomplishment but by the actions of those I chose to write about.

So..........drum roll...........Please allow me the opportunity to recognize:

PATRIOT OF THE MONTH - J.J. McCOY
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/ep-review-jj-mccoy-redneck-white-blue.html
Nothing I've seen recently epitomizes the heartbeat of the heartland, and encourages one to accept pride in Americana like J.J.'s new EP, "Redneck, White, and Blue", particularly the tune "Sunshine State" which paints a glorious yet bittersweet picture of life from the perspective of a soldier overseas anticipating his safe return home.

SPINE CHILLER OF THE MONTH - LISA PROULX
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-king-of-shadows-by-lisa.html
I witnessed horror personified deeply in the plot of Lisa's newest novel, "King of Shadows", a disturbing tale of a young boy raised by the demonic spirit of his deceased father. This month, Lisa re-releases her first novel, "Puncture", a vampire story that I plan to digest and review early next week.

CONCERT OF THE MONTH - NIGHT RANGER
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/night-ranger-at-cape-coral-coconut.html
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/99x-mas-ball-2011.html
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/fort-myers-music-walk-november-2011.html
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/eddie-money-plays-ballyorney-irish-pub.html
Nursing my wounds, it's hard to imagine the number of concerts that I had the privilege to attend. The fiery skull bat backdrop during Avenged Sevenfold's set amazed all and the genre bending skill displayed by Hollywood Undead seemed impossible, while Eddie Money forced the reminiscing of high school days. With a more than ample budget, few could attain the hype of A7X, particularly when fortified by strong lyrical content accompanied by guitar virtuosos in harmony, except the heavy presence of security at Germain Arena dampened the overall effect. As a result, the crisp, clear, heavy metal presented outdoors at the Cape Coral Coconut Festival by 1980's rockers Night ranger captured this award. Few guitar players rank with Brad Gillis and Jack Blades is both a talented and entertaining front man. And I'd like to give a special thanks to Tristan Avakian who filled the shoes of Joel Hoekstra while he tours the holiday season with Trans Siberian Orchestra, an event that I will feature later this month.

BREAKING NEWS OF THE MONTH
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/at-1115-this-morning-lee-county.html
Although I fancy myself a journalist, the only real event that I captured live exclusively before other media was an evacuation of the Lee County Courthouse after a prisoner in transport smacked an overhead sprinkler triggering the alarm. I felt especially amazed that my new titanium clavicle did not trip the metal detectors upon entering the facility.

HOLIDAY OF THE MONTH
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/in-honor-of-our-vets.html
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-blessing.html
Fortunately, we celebrated two in November, Thanksgiving and Veteran's Day. I refuse to allow either a day celebrated eating turkey and watching football with loved ones, or a day in which we pay respect for those who gave their best so we may enjoy freedom, to outrank the other so please consider this one a tie.

RECORD OF THE MONTH
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/kore-ionz-world-war-free.html
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/ep-review-jj-mccoy-redneck-white-blue.html
I reviewed many audio recordings during November so with it too close to call, I declare another tie between the peaceful, loving, Pacific reggae smoothness of Kore Ionz "World War Free" and the hard hitting, emotion evoking EP by J.J. McCoy, "Redneck, White and Blue".

LEAST AFFECTED BY ME
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/album-preview-nickelback-here-and-now.html
Regardless of my opinion, Nickelback's "Here and Now" will hit platinum although I did notice increased readership of them from fans in both Russia and Turkey so hopefully sales in those remote markets increased slightly.

PRIMA DONNA OF THE MONTH
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/ep-review-brian-howe-emotions.html
During my brief career as a freelancer, I encountered many classy, polite, professional entertainers from the music, acting, comedy, and writing industries and only observed one big cry baby, Brian Howe, formerly of Bad Company, and now a solo artist claiming retirement. Although I displayed complete respect for Brian, he attacked me publicly, sicced his British publicist on me, and "unfriended" me on Facebook, all in reaction of what he considered a negative review by me of his grand finale, "Emotions". I clearly see why Ted Nugent and Bad Company both fired him. He just doesn't play well with others. So, sorry to say this Brian, but just pack up your toys, leave the sandbox to us big boys, and go home and cry to your mommy.

ROCK STAR, PROFESSIONAL, and MAN OF THE MONTH - KALEB BROWN
http://ramblingsofjohn.blogspot.com/2011/11/book-review-big-m-by-kaleb-brown.html

Kaleb, a nine year old diagnosed with autism, displayed more maturity than many of those more chronologically advanced. Kaleb's first book, "THE BIG M" , soon to be be an animated series just all out ROCKS. I'm proud to be associated with such a consummate professional. God Bless You Kaleb and enjoy a long and prosperous career!

QR Code - Unraveling the Mysteries

2011-12-01T12:20:00.000-05:00

Created by a Toyota subsidiary to track vehicles during the manufacturing process,The QR Code, an abbreviation for Quick Response Code, first gained popularity in Japan begining in 1994, later gained popularity in Europe, primarily the UK, and only started gaining ground in the United States within the last 3 or 4 years. The code is a matrix barcode that can be utilized to encode many types of information including personal information, links to websites, email and text messages, phone numbers, and electronic business cards.

Apps that serve as readers can be downloaded for any smart phone. I prefer either I-nigma or Red Laser. One can also access numerous generators online to create original QR codes. QRstuff.com proves itself fun and easy to use.

Scan the code above to see one possible easy to use application.

Billy Graham Hospitalized

2011-11-30T23:41:00.001-05:00

Super evangelist and modern day apostle, 92 year old Billy Graham, admitted himself to a hospital near his home in Montreat, North Carolina earlier today as a precaution after suffering from severe congestion and coughing. Doctors claimed examinations and tests run for pneumonia appeared to be negative although special care must be taken because of Rev. Graham's advanced age.

As he entered the hospital, accompanied by family members and friends, Billy smiled and waved to the crowd, appearing typically congenial. Daughter Gigi visited with him late into the evening to participate in Bible study and prayer and to watch a bit of television. Doctors insisted on keeping Billy overnight for observation but assured family members that there was no need for alarm.

Please take time from your busy schedule today to say a special prayer for Billy.

CD Review - Kore Ionz - World War Free

2011-11-29T10:40:00.000-05:00

I only first discovered this young group of Seattle based reggae musicians in September during the annual Bumbershoot festival held over Labor Day weekend. As a genre, reggae has accepted little adulteration over time. Reggae today sounds very much unchanged from the style of music that Bob Marley brought to the world's attention during the 1970's. Kore Ionz maintains that pureness of genre only allowing a tinge of outside influence. This band generates a very pure reggae sound sprinkled with a speck of hip-hop, a dash of ska and dub, and a small teaspoon of the ukulele laced Polynesian, the music of singer Daniel Pak's native Hawaii.

Kore Ionz surprised many to rein as one of Bumbershoot's truly incredible acts. I saw many concerts over that weekend and would definitely say that these young men were in the top five if not the very best show of the entire festival. Unfortunately, Kore Ionz was the only reggae band signed to perform this year during Bumbershoot. I hope the event promoters change that next year.

Their new album, "World War Free" paints a genuine message of hope, whether out of naivety or fierce dogma. The radio friendly hit, "Love You Better", with the strong message of spreading love is experiencing heavy rotational airplay on Hawaii's big island peaking as the #1 requested song. From the tasteful wah-fuzz guitar sounds on "Belltown" and "Sweep Us Away" to the Polynesian ukelele on "Morning Son", the rap contributed by Prometheus Brown on "First Avenue", and the traditional reggae of "Marionette" and "Conductor", Kore Ionz peacefully conveys a message of loving others to encourage and inspire change in the world.

This group reminds me of something that I have not witnessed for many years. They not only want to generate great sounding music and achieve fame, they want to spread a message of non-violence, peace, love, and living in harmony with others and the environment. They want to change the world! It's refreshing to see this attitude that disappeared long ago as the hippies commercialized and capitalized themselves. Long from now, when Kore Ionz retires, the world will be a cleaner, greener, friendlier place if only in the lives of those that the individual band members touched personally.

Enjoy this clip of the band performing "Love You Better" live at Bumbershoot 2011

EP Review - Brian Howe - Emotions

2011-11-28T09:00:00.000-05:00

I've both procrastinated and agonized over writing this review of former Bad Company lead vocalist and fellow Lee County resident, Brian Howe's, self proclaimed farewell to the world of music. I promised Brian and my readers that I would publish a review of this EP several days ago but unfortunately after listening to these five songs repeatedly I've hesitated out of respect for one of rock 'n roll's finest voices, one that I hold in the same regard as the likes of Sammy Hagar and Chris Cornell.

In promoting "Emotions", Brian claims, "It marks the end of my recording career. I did not make it with a record company as I wanted it to be personal from me to you. I am very proud of this effort which was influenced by the love of my life. Please tell all of your friends on Facebook about this record and spread the word. It will be strange to never record again but with the advent of free download sites and record companies with no clue the time is right to retire. I hope you enjoy listening to real "Emotions" as much as I did making it."

As a vocalist who cut his teeth on Ted Nugent's "Penetrator" album, then not only stepped into but filled the extremely large shoes of Bad Company's Paul Rodgers then culminated with the solo effort, "Circus Bar", considered one of 2010's finest recordings, it's hard to believe that this is the same man behind the whiny drivel on "Emotions".

Although Brian added a distinctly pop flavor to both Ted Nugent and Bad Company, he still maintained the ability to rock and unleash those powerful pipes. His songwriting ability also appeared strong on Bad Company's "Holy Water" and his solo effort, Circus Bar". But, unfortunately, on "Emotions", the writing flows weakly like a teenage emo girl sharing a letter with a friend over a broken first love. The vocals share the same weakness and tremble like a drunkard in a bar crying and pitying himself over the wife who disappeared. When I listen to this EP, I envision Brian, martini in hand, sitting at a piano with a fire roaring in the background reveling in lost love with his Fort Myers fishing buddies or his rugby mates from Portsmouth.

I deeply desire that I could stress the highlights of this EP but all 5 tunes echo the same pathetic, hollow message. Nothing the slightest bit uplifting or truly moving can be found on this album. While listening, one feels the life and emotion being sucked from their being.

Brian, I realize that surrounded by cronies, many are patting you on the back complimenting you for this effort and congratulating you for leaving the record companies by the roadside but I think we all know the truth. No record company would touch this mess. We've all lost love at some point in our life and albeit difficult, we pick ourselves up and move on. We don't wallow in it forever. I remember you sharing the same bitterness with me about your ex over a beer in Daytona Beach seven years ago. Don't allow "Emotions" to delineate the end of your career. You are better than this. Your only 58 years old, still young for retirement by any measure so please remember as fans, we'd prefer to see you go out with a bang rather than a fizzle!

Open Mic Comedy at Fred's Diner

2011-11-27T18:30:00.000-05:00

I travelled to Naples Saturday night in support of a friend and to witness the opportunity afforded to local comedians as part of an open mic event held after a group of comedy headliners. I arrived at the venue, Fred's Food, Fun & Spirits, on Immokalee Road, at approximately 11:00 PM, somewhat pleased to find the establishment not completely packed, and therefore able to find a table close to the stage.

I caught the tail of the last paid comedian's act so could not possibly offer much comment. Following her act, I enjoyed 8 up and coming comedians from all over southwest Florida. Unlike singers or actors, comedians form a breed of their own, having no band or theatrical group to offer support. As a comedian, the entire burden of one's success or failure rests upon their individual shoulders.

Of the eight amateurs, most appeared somewhat competent, a little bit funny and a little bit sad, nervous yet confident and freely enthusiastic over the opportunity to test their material on the crowd. Apparently not by design, dark, depressive humor apparently rose as the theme for most. I felt a desire to experience some rip roaring, side splitting tales as opposed to the self flagellation practiced by virtually all of the night's acts.

My friend, Deric, held his own amongst the night's talent and fared a bit better than most. The highlight of the night occurred after the last comic when Deric turned the tables and microphone on Jordan Owens, host of a YouTube comedy series and conducted an interview on him. Although stunned and surprised, Jordan handled the event in stride and offered a good, funny interview of himself. Enjoy the clip below:

Book Review - King of Shadows by Lisa Proulx

2011-11-26T12:00:00.002-05:00

Hailing from the same part of the country , I quickly recognize and feel familiar with the Western Maryland vernacular and style utilized by the author, Lisa Proulx, an acquaintance from high school, in her newest book, titled "King of Shadows". How we manage to think, speak and apparently write in this odd mixture of Atlantic coast, southern and Appalachian still perplexes me even after I moved away from the region more than thirty years ago.

Without revealing too much, Lisa spins, as intended, a horrifying thriller about a young boy, Derek, partially raised by the trapped evil spirit of his dead father. The plot weaves a trail that proves to be both imaginative and tight, with an unexpected bizarre twist at the end. I read the book in only two sittings during my busy schedule which reveals the engrossing nature of this well crafted work of fiction. I say fiction but knowing Lisa, I wonder how much is autobiographical when I read of the dogs, Harleys, Peter Frampton posters, and more. I realize that as authors we draw much from the real experiences in our lives whether or not we're spending our time developing fiction.

I would highly recommend "King of Shadows" to all readers, particularly those warped enough to enjoy the horror genre. The book is available on amazon.com and I obtained the Kindle version for only $2.99, a real bargain. I also understand that Lisa is preparing to re-release her first novel, "Puncture", a tale of a vampire loving a mortal on December 1st. I look forward to reading that as well.

Thanksgiving Blessing

2011-11-24T10:55:00.001-05:00

Happy Thanksgiving to all during this particularly trying time in history where as a world, we face increased levels of war, faltering major global economies, instability in values, morals and ethics, and a huge level of noncooperation between all levels of society and political affiliation.

Most utilize this time of year to pause and reflect, thinking back on the past year, to at least show a certain level of gratitude for the wonderful things in their life that they consider blessings. It's odd how as a society we've become programmed to believe that all good things are blessings and all bad, curses. For me this year has flipped that mindset on it's head.

During the past 18 months, I've experienced what most consider horrible curses. In reality, it's probably an example of what the Bible describes as "We reap what we sow", or for others, karma. I lost my wife, my business, felt alienated by family, and ended up working for the man that I liquidated my company assets to and rather than exploit or capitalize on my expertise and experience, he psychologically attacked me and mentally abused me at every opportunity. Then to add insult to injury, I later fell 16 feet, landed on my head and shoulder, winding up in the hospital for a week with lacerated skull, four broken ribs, a broken clavicle and a collapsed lung, or more correctly referred to as a pneumothorax. Then one week after release from the hospital, I returned for surgery on my clavicle to implant a titanium plate to straighten the bone.

Yes, I must admit, that for much of the year I felt "wounded of spirit", not a good place to be after referring to Proverbs 18:14, "The spirit of a man will sustain his infirmity; but a wounded spirit who can bear?" Living in this state of mind leads to negativity, victim reasoning, unnecessary physical displays of grievance, and the blaming of others for our difficulties. The effect on psyche generated by this "state of being" leads to severe bitterness and depression, of which I fell prey.

A few consecutive events in my life opened my mind to a whole new way of existence. I celebrated my 50th birthday by navigating a 1961 Harley-Davidson panhead from Fort Myers to Daytona Beach to meet those close to me for somewhat of a party. Then two weeks after my return, I experienced the accident that added the additional brokenness of body. During this time, I witnessed the love of Christ in others around me as they displayed care for me when I could not take care of myself, not out of anything I deserved, but unconditionally out of genuine concern for me. I became acutely aware of what constitutes the reality and truthfulness in friendship and observed others fall away who through deception and manipulation faked love only for personal gain and benefit.

During this transitional period in me, I metamorphosed from being one "wounded of spirit" to one experiencing "brokenness of spirit". God desires to find us there per Psalm 147:3, "He heals the brokenhearted and binds up their wounds." Appearing as only a play on words, this slight change in mental state leads to acknowledging wrong, contrition, humility, teachability, gratitude and leads us to seek after God.

And on this Thanksgiving Day in 2011, this is where I find myself. I'm not yet whole and probably never will be but God is in the process of repairing me because finally through brokenness I allowed that to happen. Four weeks ago I should have died but through the grace of God, I'm now able to discern those who truly love me, appreciate simple things in life like the freshness in a morning breeze, the smell of a flower, and the laughter of grandchildren, and have an openness and new awareness to my surroundings and situation. I feel no bitterness toward those who cause me pain and feel joy throughout difficult and trying times.

So in a very non-traditional Thanksgiving manner, I would like to say that I am deeply thankful for the brokenness in my life, and the friends and family in my life who brought my new awareness into focus. As a result I'm allowing a dear friend to host at my house a non-traditional Thanksgiving dinner for others who are broken or have been cast aside by false lovers to celebrate in sincere humility and gratitude the small things that we normally take for granted.

And as a side note, I thank God with all my being for the health of my nine grandchildren, as I've watched others devastated this year by the effects of cancer, accidents and abuse.

God Bless you all!

99X-Mas Ball 2011 with Avenged Sevenfold & Hollywood Undead

2011-11-23T23:59:00.002-05:00

Although security appeared en masse to banish inappropriate behavior (come on, we're at an Avenged Sevenfold show), camcorders, and to maintain a tight rein and limit on moshing, I believe that most still enjoyed a very pleasurable and unique experience at this year's 99X-Mas Ball. Whether due to poor marketing or a horrible economy, the crowd appeared more sparse than pevious years as the cavernous Germain Arena remained one third empty throughout the evening. With only VIP parking and no back stage pass, I felt somewhat handicapped in my ability to cover the event.

Arriving late still nursing my fractured ribs and clavicle, I must apologize to Black Veil Brides for missing their entire set. As a consolation, at some point in time, I will reach out for a more in depth interview and feature article or review.

Normally, the attire of the crowd hints heavily toward the night's headliner so most fans were decked out with long black hair, dark eye make-up, skinny, tight jeans, and sleeve tattoos much different than the spandex, fish net and teased hair that I encountered at July's Motley Crue show in Tampa.

I walked onto the floor of Germain arena just as the emotional screaming from Asking Alexandria's lead singer, Danny Worsnop erupted. Hailing from York in the UK, this bands displays a brash, fresh, roots level brand of what I would describe as hardcore although I see others decribe their style as metalcore. I know I'm splitting hairs to some degree but I personally don't feel that their muscianship is technically precise or skillful enough to be labelled metalcore. I believe that Asking Alexandria, although energetic, falls one echelon below those playing metal. Personally, I also find it a tad distasteful hearing the enormous amount of expletives emanating from the singer's mouth between songs, primarily based on the fact that he's performing in a genre founded and dominated by Christian acts, although they are not overtly apparent. August Burns Red, Underoath, and Emery will find little competition for record sales from this arrogant bunch of British posers.

After a very brief set and quick turn around, Hollywood Undead took the stage bedizened in over sized rapper hoodies and gaudy Halloween masks based on hockey goal tender designs. This extremely orginal and unique sounding band performs a bizarre mixture of rap, hardcore, screamo, and metal in a formula that ultimately works. After a sweaty three tunes in the costumed adornment, the band stripped down to t-shirts and bare faces and continued to rock the crowd. Mesmerized fans swayed to the groove, butts gyrating and feet stomping as the talented Californians entertained the masses. For those unfamiliar with the sound of Hollywood Undead, they compare to Linkin Park but with a lot more edge and way less bubblegum and whinyness about lost love.

Hollywood Undead finished an enthusiastic set and after an extremely long band turnaround causing much of the crowd's energy, fervor and passion to dissipate, Avenged Sevenfold finally took the stage at approximately 10:30.

Over the past 10 years, I've enjoyed many Avenged Sevenfold shows and I've watched them mature over the years from the Warped Tour Orange County hardcore band to the now more technically flowing, tight licked harmonious guitar wielding, lengthy song writing, pictorially graphic, trend setting metalcore favorites. I watched both Atreyu and Avenged Sevenfold emerge almost simutaneously from the Orange County, California metalcore scene and while Atreyu, as accomplished as they are, stagnated, A7X continued to blossom, grow, and flourish. I never tire of watching them play. They produce a high level of energy, backed up with amazingly gifted musicianship and lyrics provoking poweful imagery.
Last night proved no exception as they pumped out tune after tune of harsh yet melodic metal with their trade mark skullbat backdrop spitting fire from it's eyes. I'm continually astonished every time I see or hear guitarists Zacky Vengeance and Synster Gates tear into a long, technically difficult, dexterous, masterful solo in perfect harmony. How do they do it? In my opinion Synster Gates reins as one of current rock's most explosive and talented guitarists. While heavily tatted and muscular singer, M. Shadows fails to astonish with his vocal prowess or aptitude, he captivates the crowd with a high level energetic delivery and proves himself an extremely capable entertainer. Bassist Johnny Christ embellishes the sound with tight low end punchy drive that weaves into the crisp, clear technical savy of the two guitar players. Since the last time I saw the band, original drummer James "The Rev" Sullivan passed due to a deathly mixture of oxycodone and alcohol and I offer my sincere condolences to the remaining members and the Rev's family.
Due to my inability to interview last night, I could not ascertain who filled in on drums last night although I do not believe that it was former Dream Theater drummer Mike Portnoy. Whoever pounded the skins though, no pun intended, did not miss a beat.

I found the 2011 version of 99X's Xmas Ball an extremely entertaining and enjoyable night out primarily influenced by the diversity among this year's line-up. Prior years, many of the bands sounded so similar it was difficult to differentiate between them.

I'm pleased to observe that Avenged Sevenfold's shows continue to improve somewhat as a result of being able to afford incredible stage effects and lighting.

Enjoy the clip below, a collage of music from Hollywood Undead and Avenged Sevenfold, although it is a bit choppy due to some security guard harrassment.

Lee County Courthouse Evacuated

2011-11-21T12:39:00.003-05:00

At 11:15 this morning, the Lee County Courthouse was evacuated when an inmate being transported to trial jumped up and smacked a sprinkler head. This action immediately triggered the fire alarm forcing an evacuation of the entire 10 story building. The damaged sprinkler head instantly flooded the entire courtroom causing an unknown amount of damage to furniture, carpet and fixtures. The Fort Myers Fire Department arrived promptly to reset the alarm and shut off the water supply until a technician could arrive to repair the damaged sprinkler head. The building was repopulated approximately 15 minutes after being evacuated showing a true display of cooperation between all local authorities.

Judge Adams proved that he's no bureaucrat resting on his laurels as he appeared de-robed on the street corner continuing to sign legal motions. While the inmates's prank cost the county unimaginable expense and no doubt additional jail time, Judge Adams earned his share of tax payer's dollars today.

Book Review - The Big M by Kaleb Brown

2011-11-21T08:23:00.000-05:00

An unlikely chain of events triggered to expose me to the works of 9 year old Kaleb Brown. I met Kaleb's mother, a Fort Myers native and Jacksonville resident, through a friend in Seattle on the other side of the country who dated a friend. Kaleb was diagnosed with Asperger's autism so I must admit I first purchased this book from Amazon for Kindle out of curiosity and to help what I considered a good cause.

In return, what I discovered astonished me. This book touched me in a way beyond description. I then read the book to two of my granddaughters and they sat through the entire novel totally mesmerized. My daughter recognized the significance of this piece of work. Listen to me carefully. This is hands down one of the best children's books ever written! Dr. Seuss please bow to young Kaleb. You've found someone to carry the torch.

Kaleb's young imagination runs wild. His story telling and artwork weave a vivid, fanciful story filled with lemonade seas, colorful friendly monsters, airplane showers, purple guitar playing ponies, and super hero training. Apparently this work only signifies the beginning of what will lead to many sequels as well as an animated series.

With Christmas fast approaching, I highly recommend this incredible book to anyone in your life under the age of 10. It is available on amazon.com in standard book form as well as electronic download for kindle devices. I'm expecting a visit from this family within the next few months and at that time I hope to provide a face to face interview with Kaleb and share more of his profound artwork.

God Bless you Kaleb. You will enjoy a long and prosperous career.

Fort Myers Music Walk - November 2011

2011-11-20T19:00:00.000-05:00

Attendance appeared a little light for last night's Music Walk in the downtown Fort Myers River District. This event serves as excellent opportunity to showcase a wide variety of talented musicians, who may otherwise find little exposure in a very competitive industry.

My companions and I began our journey at the Red Rock Saloon, dining on their delicious but overpriced burgers washed back with a couple of cold brews, while witnessing the first set of the very original swamp music band, "The Gladezmen". I gazed in astonishment as band leader "Gator Nate" played guitar with his hands and drums with his feet while singing and soloing with a harmonica strapped to his neck. This amazing man served the place of four separate musicians. I enjoyed speaking with him briefly prior to playing as he proudly showed off his new tattoo inked in earlier that afternoon.
After paying our tab, we strolled leisurely down Main, First, Second, and Hendry Streets observing the varied musical styles and levels of skill and ability.

We enjoyed some delicious pastries from Lush Bakery, and after walking in the unusual November sweltering heat, found air conditioning and some unique drinks at the French Connection Restaurant.

After cooling down a bit, we teamed with more friends to continue experiencing the musical cornucopia. Many were impressed by the skillful, heartfelt blues guitar playing of Mike Imbasciani.
Our sore feet finally persuaded us to stop by the Indigo Room for a couple of tacos before seeking our car in the Harborside parking lot and heading home to rest.

Enjoy this video collage of a few of the night's events

EP Review - JJ McCoy - Redneck, White & Blue

2011-11-19T14:13:00.001-05:00

I've never been a giant fan of country music although I do enjoy small doses of John Prine, Keith Urban, Carrie Underwood, and of course red-eyed Willie. So I felt utter astonishment upon listening to this cleverly produced country EP from Lake Placid, Florida resident, J.J. McCoy.

Other than being my Facebook "friend", I know little about J.J.'s career, life or history, but I will pursue the opportunity to learn a little more and feature a personal interview after downloading this mini album from iTunes.

The first tune "Sunshine State" simultaneously brings a tear to the eye, a patriotic tug at the heart, and a smile to the face as it describes a soldier fighting in the middle east anxious to return home to Florida. I can't help but reminisce about my own pleasurable experiences in Ybor City and on Duvall Street. David Allen Coe and Waylon would find difficulty displaying any more country attitude than the well written "Redneck, White and Blue" with the southern rock groove and the writer who likes "grits and greens, and old Jim Beam, and a shot of Jack with with an ice cold brew" and loves "Jesus, Jennings and Momma." The final tune "Life Gets in the Way" defines the difficulties we all encounter each day and the way that it becomes all too easy to distance ourselves from our parents as we struggle to feed our own families.

Every song on this way too short EP could easily find itself in frequent rotation on any country and most adult contemporary radio stations. Lyrically weighty, crisply produced and skilfully played and executed, "Redneck, White and Blue" is a small country masterpiece. I look forward to discovering more of this hidden gem, J.J. McCoy.

Hats off to you and God Bless, good buddy!

Enjoy this video of "Sunshine State"

Clavicle Repair - Part 2

2011-11-18T14:30:00.010-05:00

On Wednesday, I returned to orthopedic surgeon, Edward Dupay, D.O. for a follow up to the surgery performed on me the prior week in which he repaired my broken clavicle with a titanium plate. As you can see in the detailed x-ray, the plate bridges, straightens, and attaches the two pieces of bone. It flows nicely with the curve of the bone and the screws all seem installed correctly at the proper torque.

According to Dr. Dupay, I appear to be healing nicely and eventually the titanium and bone will integrate. The 2nd through 5th rib below the left clavicle are also broken and according to the adept doctor, there is little that can be done. I must endure the pain until the body heals itself.

As most of my readers probably already realize, this injury has served as a true blessing in disguise. This breaking of my body has led to a breaking in my spirit causing me to slow down considerably and closely examine the priorities in my life. I love the irony knowing that an 18' fall nearly causing death has brought me closer to life. Colors appear brighter, my grandkids laughter sounds musical, and thus far, stress stays at bay.

According to Dr. Dupay, I have another 8 weeks or so to live at this slower life changing pace. I pray that I'm able to maintain it past that but I sure do miss straddling the ole Harley!

Carrier Classic

2011-11-17T11:30:00.000-05:00

In this time of vast global conflict, many original and fitting Veterans Day celebrations occurred but few touched me as deeply as the NCAA Carrier Classic basketball game upon the USS Carl Vinson in which number 1 North Carolina beat Michigan State 67-55.

I imagine that this event tugged at my sentiment more than others because in 1983 as a young US Navy Avionics Technician, I sailed on the USS Carl Vinson's maiden voyage, in which we circumnavigated the globe to relocate the ship from where she was built in Virginia to her new home in San Francisco.

This break-in cruise brings back pleasant memories as Commander-in-Chief Ronald Reagan and Secretary of the Navy John Lehman capitalized on this event as an opportunity to display our military's brute force to the world. Therefore, as a side benefit to the sailors aboard, we enjoyed many port calls unavailable to other naval vessels.

I remember vividly, the bitter winter day that I left Whidbey Island, Washington, and my bride of less than two years, as part of VAQ-134 to board the ship at Norfolk Naval Base in Virginia. We departed the west coast late on Christmas Day and arrived in Virginia on December 26th. As we attempted to check in to our work station on the ship, we were informed that most crew members were on leave for Christmas and that there was no one available to check us in or no where for us to report for duty. We were ordered to report back on January 2nd. Apparently the east coast and west coast naval commands fell victim to their own lack of proper communication. I always enjoy making lemonade from lemons so I found a ride to the nearest Greyhound station and boarded a bus to Hagerstown, Maryland, a small town in western Maryland where I had spent the majority of my life until that point and where I still had plenty of friends and family.

My brother, who sponsored a very enthusiastic New Yers's Eve party that year, picked me up in his late model Subaru Brat and we partied continuously until my trip back to the Greyhound station on New Year's Day.

I checked into my command and within a day, we were under way sailing across the choppy, cold Atlantic. We spent the next eight months circumnavigating the globe and enjoyed the local hospitality in Monte Carlo on the french riviera, Casa Blanca, Monaco, where Humphrey was still enshrined, Abidjan and Mombassa on the African coast, western Australia, Singapore, Hong Kong, Korea, the Philipines and Honolulu.

During our time at sea, I repaired many radar jammers and surveillance receivers, played guitar in an aboard ship band, and as a crew we broke the USS Nimitz's record for consecutive days at sea of 66 and as a reward we each received two frosty Budweisers.

I bubbled with joy when we pulled into port in San Francisco and flew home to NAS Whidbey but I still savor the experience that many will never taste.

I apologize for rambling but I felt the joy in reminiscing over the USS Carl Vinson's maiden voyage after reading about the basketball game in the paper the other day.

Earlier this year, the USS Carl Vinson also had the pleasure of conducting a "funeral at sea" and depositing Osama bin Laden's body into the ocean. What a tasty shark treat!

Album Preview - Nickelback - Here and Now

2011-11-16T15:30:00.002-05:00

Today, I had the unique opportunity to preview an album prior to release, Nickelback's "Here and Now". Although I've been labelled a lover of "redneck rock" by my step-son, the talented record producer Nathan Horst, I still possess somewhat of a negative bias toward Nickelback. For those not in the know (including me), I believe that the "redneck rock" genre defines itself by the likes of Kid Rock, Godsmack, Creed, and yes, Nickelback.

I imagine that we need to establish somewhat of a background or parameters before really reviewing this new CD. Drop D tuning, or C or however low you want to go has been around for quite some time. Black Sabbath's Tony Iommi pioneered this method after losing the tips of a couple of fingers in an industrial accident to enable playing and transitioning between power chords. Niravana and KorN perfected this sound, Creed's Mark Tremonti added the technical virtuosity, and now every band on earth feels that guitar should always be played this way and vocals need to closely resemble the baritone of Eddie Vedder. Nickelback certainly makes no exception to this new rule.

My prejudice toward Nickelback stems from the fact that most of their music sounds the same. It's difficult to differentiate one tune from another. But I must admit that if you realize this and only desire to own one of Nickleback's releases, this is the one to buy. The songs are well written, the riffs are tight, the production is good and it's very typical Nickelback, songs about rock 'n roll living, hard drinking and loving, then whining about lost love.

Released back in September, the first single from this CD, "Bottoms Up", a hard partying, tune about drinking everything in sight surprises no one but sure rocks as do "This Means War", "Midnight Queen", and "Gotta Get Me Some". The first half of this CD really cranks with typical Nickelback tunes about partying, sex with sluts, and heavy drinking but then it slowly fades into more of a Wizard-of-Oz type of dreamland with some very slow ballads about lost love like "Lullaby", "Trying Not to Love You", and "Holding Onto Heaven".

The real surprise from this CD is the song, "When We Stand Together", a song about ending war and world hunger, with lyrics that echo more U2 than Nickelback, and a nice danceable beat.

Nickelback attempts to change it up a bit with the faint techno background on "Kiss it Good-Bye" but I believe that Chad Kroeger knows his limitations, feels comfortable with them, and stays well within those boundaries.

Ironically, the CD ends with something as close to a love song as I've ever heard from Nickelback, another ballad titled "Don't Ever Let it End".

So as a critic, I'm forced to say that "Here and Now" is like all other Nickelback recordings but as a fan of redneck rock, I say this one gets your feet and butt moving so rock on! If you own no Nickelback, this is a good place to start and if you are a fan, I know you'll be racing out for the pre-sales to line this one up with the 6 others in your collection.

Enjoy this clip of the single "When We Stand Together"

Fine Dine 4 Hunger

2011-11-15T14:13:00.004-05:00

Realizing the motive as noble, I still can't help but chuckle at the irony encapsulated by this fundraiser. Southwest Florida's most exclusive and expensive restaurants are holding a fund raiser for the soup kitchen. These establishments probably dispose of more uneaten food in a day than the soup kitchen serves! Donating 50% of the proceeds appears admirable but I'm fairly certain that by serving $40 steaks and $80 bottles of wine, they will still show profit after donation.

I know from experience that two people cannot walk out of one of these fine restaurants without dropping at least $150. I can only imagine how far that grocery money would go in the hands of a single mom too proud to go to the soup kitchen.

Yes, I'm a terrible cynic and these thoughts are entirely my own so please don't bash me. Just pause and think a bit.............

Thank You and God Bless

Night Ranger at Cape Coral Coconut Festival

2011-11-12T13:47:00.014-05:00

Featuring three original members, Jack Blades slapping the bass and belting lead vocals, Kelly Keagy pounding drums and adding additional lead vocals, and Brad Gillis wailing on guitar, as well as recent additions guitarist Tristan and keyboardist Eric Levy, Night Ranger rocked the Cape Coral Coconut Festival held at Sunsplash Family Fun Park.

Although they've been relegated to the carnival and casino circuit where we find many of yesterday's superstars, I must admit that these five guys still know how to rock. For whatever the reason that Night Ranger failed to find the upper echelon notoriety of such acts as Motley Crue, Bon Jovi, and Def Lepard, the rock community apparently recognizes them amongst the best. Jack Blades enjoyed the privilege of being invited by legends Tommy Shaw and Ted Nugent to form the supergroup, The Damn Yankees during a period of Night Ranger hibernation and Brad Gillis spent time in the early 1980's playing for Ozzie, filling the gargantuan shoes of Randy Rhodes after his untimely death.

Brad Gillis's virtuosic guitar playing amazes me. He can easily hold a candle to Eddie Van Halen, Steve Vai, or Michael Schenker but for reasons unknown has failed to reach the elitist level of fame. It's mesmerizing to watch Brad play. He knows every heavy metal trick in the book and pulls out all of the stops. His large frame makes the guitar look diminutive and he whips it around like a feather.

Jack Blades also knows how to wow the audience. As the consummate performer, Jack captivates the entire audience with his witty banter and lends the typical high pitched 1980's vocals, although ironically, drummer Kelly Keagy sings lead on the band's biggest hit, "Sister Christian".

Enjoy the link below as they perform that classic hit live.

Eddie Money Plays Ballyorney Irish Pub

2011-11-11T23:27:00.008-05:00

I'm currently attending Ballyorney's Fall Bash concert featuring Eddie Money with warm up acts Seven Nations and Push.

Management offered me VIP passes and I must admit that those who paid for this privilege must have certainly been disappointed. The VIP pass included dinner, reserved seating and an open bar from 6:30 until 10:00. But the reality of the situation included a fish and chicken buffet that ran out of food at 6:45, one port-a-pottie for 350 people, seats that were full before the warm up band started, and a bar with a line way too long for anyone to obtain a buzz. If the owners desire to continue in this special event vein, they will need to learn how to improve the amenities.

Seven Nations offers up a fiddle and bagpipe laden alternative Irish folk pop style that really invites you to stand up and jig. My broken ribs and clavicle prevented me from doing so.

The 2nd act, cover band PUSH, belts out a steady stream of 1980's heavy pop from the likes of INXS, Billy Squirer, and Guns n Roses from a lead singer who greatly resembles Axl. They managed to horribly butcher a really great song, Rob Zombies "Dracula". Then during an event that the promoters are advertising as a Veterans Day celebration, the imbecilic Axl look-a-like admitted that he didn't realize that it was Veteran's Day. I expected to see a group of ex-Marines pound him to a pulp and toss him into the dumpster.

Eddie started his set around 10:00 with a foot stomping harmonica based melody that I didn't recognize then lit into "Baby Hold Onto Me". Never a real fan from the 70's, I must admit that Eddie exudes a genuine rock n roll energy and displays true showmanship. Besides having the lungs to belt real rock n roll, Eddie shows real proficiency with guitar, harmonica, and saxophone. I must admit that despite the poor planning and lack of knowledge regarding special events displayed from the Ballyorney staff, Eddie Money showed every indication that he's a true professional.

I felt especially touched as a tear fell from my eye as the band performed their new single "One More Soldier Coming Home".

All in all , a great night was had by all! I would say hats off to Eddie Money and Seven Nations and would have to ask Ballyorney management and the band PUSH to rethink their positions as Americans.

PUSH I feel you're doomed for failure but Ballyorney please reevaluate and seek ways to exceed at customer accommodation.

In Honor of our Vets

2011-11-11T11:32:00.005-05:00

Please remember to honor all veterans today, those currently serving and those who have already honored their commitment. A huge responsibility rests upon the shoulders of the young men and women who have taken upon themselves the burden of protecting the freedom and rights of all.

All who have served in any capacity have sacrificed a piece of what they once were and some have given all.

I served in the US Navy during the 1980's when the US military was recognized throughout the earth as a force not to reckon with, primarily due to the excellent leadership of Commander-in-Chief, Ronald Reagan. Enemies cringed at the prospect of tangling with that cowboy! I served on the USS Carl Vinson when now deceased Libyan leader Muammar Gaddafi ordered his air force to fire upon two of our jet fighters. We immediately launched a preemptive strike and within minutes those two Libyan jets were blasted from the sky.

Over the years I've softened a bit philosophically and although somewhat more liberal, I realize all the aspects and necessities requiring a strong military presence. It pains me today to walk through any airport and witness the large number of young men and women in fatigues that are missing arms and legs due to explosions in Iraq and Afghanistan. This sight never fails to bring a tear to my eye.

I desire with all my hear that we could end this travesty but the answer is not by weakening our military as we have seen Bill Clinton accomplish and Barrack Obama attempt.

Until mankind finally realizes true world peace as the ultimate solution, we must solidify our place in the world by displaying a powerful military.

God Bless all of those in uniform, past and present, those who gave a little and those who gave it all!

Eddie Money

2011-11-10T18:33:00.003-05:00

In the late 1960's, Eddie Money (born Edward Joseph Mahoney) resigned from the family business as a NYPD police officer and headed to San Francisco, the land of flower children and hippies to pursue the life of a singer, songwriter, and rock 'n roll star.

Eddie enjoyed more than a modicum of both commercial and critical success throughout the 1970's and into the 80's peforming and recording his high energy brand of pop-rock. He charted with such hits as "Two Tickets to Paradise", "Shakin", and "Think I'm in Love" before fading a bit then making a 1986 comeback with "Take Me Home Tonight", the top 10 duet feauturing Ronnie Spector.

I cannot even speculate as to where Eddie has been for the last 20 years or more but I would assume that he's been relegated to the county fair circuit where we are sure to find a wide array of 1970's stadium rockers.

Tomorrow night I have tickets to see Eddie Money at Ballyorney's, a small quaint Irish Pub in Fort Myers. I will critique the show in an upcoming blog and utilizing my press credentials hopefully be able to provide a brief interview as well.

Clavicle Repair

2011-11-10T12:53:00.004-05:00

After a relatively thorough investigation conducted primarily by pestering a handful of doctors, I opted to have my fractured clavicle surgically repaired. I based this decision on two factors. The first being due to the fact that the broken bones were meshing at an angle of approximately 45 degrees as opposed to flush and causing a protrusion of about an inch and a half from my chest. Cosmetically, this would produce a rather odd effect particularly at the beach or other places where one may find me sans shirt. The other factor stems more from health consciousness realizing that the shortening of my clavicle would cause a slight deformity in the way my shoulder presented itself to the rest of the body and would have an increasing likelihood of causing severe shoulder problems later in life when I'd be less prepared physically to repair and heal from them.

The surgery scheduler, Lisa called me on day prior and arranged for me to arrive at 7:00 AM at Gulf Coast Hospital . I found it difficult to partake of no food or drink, particularly coffee, as I had been instructed. In fact, I did sneak a small pot of Jamaica Blue Mountain blend while my friend, who was driving me to the hospital prepared herself for the trip.

I arrived promptly on time, signed some papers, realized the deficiencies of my health insurance which forced me to pay a huge deductible. Fortunately the hospital allowed me a payment plan because I was unable to pay the entire amount at once.

An attendant called my name and walked me to a surgical prep room. The attendant instructed me to change into the typical stylish backless gown with the non-slip socks and to place everything else into a plastic bag. My nurse, Jenna, a very personable preacher's daughter from Joplin, Missouri hooked up the five wire heart monitor, blood pressure cuff, inserted an IV catheter in the back of my right hand, and ensured that I felt as comfortable as possible considering the circumstances.

I waited for approximately an hour and a half before another transporter showed up to wheel me into the operating room. I remember speaking briefly with the anesthesiologist and he inserted something into my wrist catheter and paced an oxygen mask over my face.

The next thing I remember is waking as my gurney is rambling down the hallways toward post-op. The two nurses spoke with me briefly, allowed me some privacy to dress and walked me outside where my friend sat in her car waiting to drive me home.

Fall from Grace ( or should that be The Ungraceful Fall)

2011-10-30T07:27:00.012-04:00

Surrealistically reflecting back over the last several days from the unlikely perspective of a hospital bed at Gulf Coast Hospital, I relive the instant that delivered me to this destination.

After an extremely long day of work, I decided to install a new ceiling fan that I'd had for some time in my family room with 18' ceilings. Although late, it seemed opportune, as my good friend Ric offered a hand. Contending with a high vaulted ceiling in a fairly small room, the location of the installation proved to be some challenge. Having no step ladder with the proper reach, we managed to maneuver a 22' extension ladder into position wedging it safely between the wall and the ascent in the ceiling. After shutting off power to the breaker supplying power to the fan, I climbed the ladder with ratchet screwdriver and flashlight while Ric provided both stabilization and sound advice from the ground. I easily removed the screws holding the assembly into the bracket and disconnected the wire nuts with my left hand while balancing the unit with my right. I managed to slip all of the hardware into my pocket and shift myself into place to facilitate the descent of the ladder when I suddenly lost my balance, allowing the fan to slip and fall toward me. The fan blades hit my face, slashing from nose to left temple. I fell approximately 12' after that sudden impact knocked me backward off the ladder and I, for a split second, landed on the shoulders of my friend Ric. I caromed off him and within milliseconds, the fan caught Ric square in the right arm, then hit the floor. I somersaulted off of Ric's shoulders and slammed the back of my head and my right shoulder into the fan on the ground. As Ric struggled to maintain his balance, he planted his left foot firmly on my chest.

I came to, seconds later, sitting on the ground wondering where I was. Ric attempted to rush me to the emergency room but as I became cognitive and more aware of my surroundings, I delayed him for a few minutes. Blood poured from the back of my head and face but my only pain emanated from my left chest. For a brief second, I felt that I had suffered a heart attack as I clasped my chest and gasped for air. At this point I did not realize that one of my four broken ribs had punctured my lung causing a partial collapse and the difficulty breathing.

I gathered myself together, anticipating a hospital stay, so I removed my contact lenses and jewelry, and located my spectacles and insurance card. Rather than calling for an ambulance, I texted my friend Beverly, who arrived quickly to whisk both Ric and I to Gulf Coast Hospital's Emergency Department.

After 10 hours in emergency, both x-rays and CT scans of face, head and chest, I was diagnosed with lacerated head requiring 14 staples, lacerated face requiring stitches and super glue, broken clavicle, four broken ribs, punctured and collapsed lung (pneumothorax) and contusion on the back of the damaged lung. Ric suffered a severely bruised arm, possibly broken, and was sent home in a sling. I was quickly admitted to MCU and spent the next five days there.

For the first two days, I could barely move, only able to slowly hobble to the bathroom in excruciating pain. I felt that the entire nursing staff at Gulf Coast Hospital performed in exemplary fashion ensuring that my basic needs were met and that my pain was kept at a somewhat manageable level.

I enjoyed the company of some rather unusual room mates during my stay; a young man experiencing shoulder replacement, a depressed man who overdosed on sleeping pills, and an elderly gent with 24 children, suffering kidney failure and experiencing some rather entertaining hallucinations. One night he envisioned himself outside "chillin", eating soul food with his son, then running through a hospital Halloween party naked, and another night he told his visitors from the church that he had sex with a 26 year old nurse.

The pulmonary specialist ordered x-rays of my lungs each morning and finally on the fifth day determined that my lung puncture had healed and I was able to go home. Beverly, and daughter Chelsea snatched me from the hospital and drove me home, grabbing my many prescriptions from Walgreen's on the way.

Now, it seems like every day I feel just a little bit better but it looks like it will be some time around Christmas before I'm putting around on the Harley again.

I would like to thank the MCU staff at Gulf Coast Hospital including Sarah, Shelly, James, Lynn, Veronica, Linsey, Lisa, Gina, Winsome, and Jackie and my transporters Johnny and James who gave me a ride to Radiology every morning. Thanks and God Bless all of you!

Half a Century

2011-10-25T22:43:00.022-04:00

How many times has an opportunity presented itself, and although you basked in the thought or concept for a brief moment, you relegated it to another part of your mind and continued forward without altering life's typical routine? Then after several days or even possibly many years, you pause, reflect, look back and with regret, take another moment to contemplate.......what if?

I, as most others, have allowed this to happen many more times than I would choose to admit. But recently, I allowed the seed of an opportunistic, once in a lifetime cognitive idea to germinate, stretch delicately in seemingly infertile soil, take root, and yes, blossom into reality!

Please roll the film back to the spring of this year. Under the unimaginable weight of severe depression, created from living as the reluctant participant in an ugly divorce proceeding, I filtered through a small garage collection of material possessions, knowing that most must be sold to satisfy a sundry of court orders. Knowing somewhere deep down in my spirit, that life defines itself not by the toys one possesses but rather the time and the people you spend it with, I felt little sentiment toward things until I removed the cover and dusted off my 1961 Harley-Davidson panhead FLH. For those not in the know, "Panhead" was a moniker bestowed upon the Harley engine, by it's loyal customer base, manufactured from 1948 until 1965, basically because the heads very much resemble upside down kitchen pans. Kick starting reigned as the only way to turn over these beautiful beasts until the first Electra Glide in 1965.

As I carefully detailed the relic, my mind slowly wandered. This incredibly engineered steel sculpture left the assembly line in 1961, the same year that I was conceived in Atlantic City and then subsequently delivered in October to two wonderful, yet incredibly scared parents standing by in an undisclosed semi-rural village in West Virgina. (I do see identity theft as a real threat!)

And then my mind started to drift .......what if I rode my 50 year old bike.......... to Daytona for Biketoberfest........... on my 50th birthday............., the same year that my 50 year old wife had decided to dump me? Normally a thought of this type would enter my mind, dance around for a short song or two, and then quickly exit through the frontal lobe. But no ...... this time it grabbed a seat, shot out a root and planted itself undeservedly at the top of a very long "to do" list.

I immediately activated this thought by not only planning the ride but also exploiting the opportunity to bring family and friends together for a party of sorts. I arranged for a rental in Ormond Beach large enough to accommodate the kids and grandkids, and sent Facebook invitations to close friends, and made phone calls to my technologically challenged loved ones.

The months flew past and the special day approached quickly. I performed minor maintenance on the faithful panhead to ensure the smoothest possible journey. I loaded my 2007 Patriot Edition Harley Ultra Classic, as well as a week's worth of gear into my enclosed single bike trailer and connected it to my 2004 Chevy Suburban, the only cage that I own.
The 11th fell on a Tuesday so my other riding partners were unable to accompany me and had to join the party during the weekend. My favorite riding partner, Randy, fell victim to stroke the prior week and spent the week in a hospital bed at Lee Memorial's Rehabilitation Hospital rather than astride his Road Glide. I will write more of this in a separate story devoted exclusively to Randy. My dear friend Beverly, having never driven a trailer, deftly piloted the chase vehicle and ensured that my modern bike made it to Daytona and that I encountered no serious mishaps along the way.
After a late start due to additional packing and mechanical checks, I kicked the beast, Beverly cranked the ignition on the Suburban and we headed north. We travelled I-75 to SR-80, then north on SR-31 to Arcadia. We caught US-17 in Arcadia after stopping for fuel and headed toward I-4 in Orlando. The Orlando traffic on I-4 proved the most tenuous portion of the journey. Navigating a 50 year old motorcycle through the Disney madness and continual rush hour insanity wore a little on the nerves but never wiped the huge smile from my face. Once through Orlando, we stopped close to Sanford for more fuel and a short rest. I also repaired the left mirror which had rattled completely off but I was fortunate enough to catch.

I mounted the iron horse once more for the final leg to Daytona/Ormond Beach. Unsure as to whether it was the cylinders heating up or my leg wearing out but each time I stopped the bike, it became increasingly more difficult to kick over to start.

I felt an incredible rush and felt like my smile would rip my face in two, as I roared past the International Speedway, then over the bridge into Daytona Beach. I've ridden this exact ride too many times to count but this time I felt a real sense of satisfaction and accomplishment.

We maneuvered through the typical Daytona mix of bikes, trucks, and cars - my 50 year old ass upon the seat of the 50 year old Harley FLH, followed by my closest friend, who many times I think is actually my guardian angel! We hung a left on Atlantic Ave., passed Main Street, to the southern border of Ormond Beach, and on to the 4 bedroom vacation rental that we would call home for the next week.

I posed for a couple of quick photos but craved water due to dehydration and a restful nap. Although the classic lines of Harley-Davidsons has changed little over the past 50-75 years, I can certainly attest to the fact that there have been many features added to increase rider comfort. The 250 mile trek on the antique beauty took it's toll on my old bones. A ride of that length on my 2007 Ultra Classic is like a "blink of an eye" but on the old panhead I felt like I'd "been ridden hard and put away wet".

After a short nap and shower, We showered, dressed and met my father and step-mother, who had arrived the previous day at T.G.I.Fridays for a quiet little birthday dinner.

My brother Tom arrived later that evening from southern Illinois, piloting his monstrous full ton GMC pick-up with his 2002 Heritage Softail tethered comfortably in the back. We sat up and talked for a short while but headed off to sleep since we had both encountered quite an exhausting day of travel.

The next morning we awoke, downed some coffee, unloaded the bikes and headed to some of Daytona's most notorious places since neither Tom or Beverly had been to Biketoberfest before. We paraded down Main Street with the rest of the exhibitionists, stopped by the Speedway only to watch them setting up for the upcoming events, then out Tomoka Farms Road to the infamous Cabbage Patch, home of cole slaw wrestling and some of biking's greatest debauchery.
It was an incredible pleasure riding side by side with my brother Tom, the first time as adults that we had an opportunity to do so. I only wished that Dad could have joined us but he has yet to take on the hobby that eventually becomes a lifestyle.

We rode back to the house to grab the Suburban to pick up my friend Ronna, who travelled all of the way from Maple Falls, Washington, from the airport. After getting her settled at the house, we allowed Ronna an opportunity to nap and continued with the riding around Volusia County, Florida. Ronna joined us after resting and we continued our layed back meandering day enjoying family, friends, and Florida sunshine as well as an occasional beer or two.

My best friend, Ric, from Fort Myers and my sister, Mary Beth from North Carolina, both arrived the following day so it became increasingly difficult to maintain activities as one group so at times were all together and other times splintered but all enjoyed the Biketoberfest activities.

The actual "birthday party" occurred on Saturday. We were joined by two daughters, Chelsea and Arielle, two grandsons, Ryley and Landon, and Arielle's beau Paul. I felt completely overwhelmed surrounded by family and friends, those who genuinely love me and expect nothing in return. I wished that my two other children as well as the other seven grandchildren could have attended but they were prevented by extenuating circumstances. The highlight of the night involved my sister, Mary Beth, who created a movie highlighting the events of my life. When the lights were turned back on, both Chelsea and I had tears running down our faces.

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Everyone departed for home the next day except for Beverly, Ronna, and I. We spent one more quiet day in Daytona, dined at Bubba Gump's Shrimp House, cleaned the rental, and left the next day, I astride my 2007 Harley with the antiques in the trailer, and Beverly, who dropped Ronna off at the airport, in the Suburban.

Thanks very much to all that helped make my 50th birthday such a memorable experience, those that attended physically and those that were only there in spirit. God Bless you all!

Repairing Outlook.pst File

2011-09-24T16:31:00.008-04:00

I may appear and act the computer geek but in reality I comprehend little about what actually makes the little machines tick and actually only see them as a necessary evil or a tool required to get the job done, no different than a drill or a screwdriver. With little money and deadlines to face, I do however, occasionally find myself forced into a situation where I must don the hat of computer repairman. One such situation occured 5 days ago.

Apparently, several devious little slimy hackers (they should be lined up and shot) determined that they would unleash a new trojan virus timed simultaneuosly with a Flash update issued by Adobe. Although armed with a very sophisticated anti-viral program, I still happened to be the lucky recipient of this brand new infestation prior to it's discovery and subsequent fix by all makers of virus fighting software.

All icons disappeared from my desktop and I stared at a screen with an infinte number of windows opening claiming that I had encountered a hard drive failure. I shut the machine down and re-booted in safe mode and attempted a system restore to an earlier date but this particlar virus also erased my system restore dates and I later noticed that the longer my machine stayed on, the more files the virus erased. Fortunately I had a gazillion high resolution photos and the virus first slowly waddled through the deletion of those massive photo gigabytes.

I shut the machine down once more and in a very intense "blonde moment" decided that I would re-install windows. In hindsight I now realize that this should have wiped out the contents of my computer leaving me with no old files. Fortunately again, the virus created "hidden" files and moved all of my data to them and then re-installed a very corrupted version of Windows right over where it had been previously. So I now had a computer that would not operate with files that I could not see.

I then threw the laptop into the saddlebag of my bike and headed to see my friend Bernie, a true geek, and proprieter of Metro Electronics, a business that exists for people like me who are inclined to take simple problems and make them worse. Bernie removed the hard drive, isolated the virus, removed it and put my machine back together. He then discovered that my data still existed, although in hidden files, and showed me where to locate it. I packed my gear back up and headed home facing the overwhelming prospect of now restoring this Dell Notebook and all of it's data to a condition in which I could once again use it as the tool it's intended to be.

I encountered little trouble copying the data from the damaged machine to an external hard drive so that I could re-format my C: drive until i attempted to copy the most important file of all, my 11 gigabyte Outlook.pst file. This file contained my calendar and schedule, my contacts and years and years worth of email.

I learned two extremely important lessons that day:

1) Office 2003 cannot handle Outlook files that are larger than 2G without automatically corrupting them.

2) FAT 32 storage devices cannot handle file sizes larger than 4G

I realized that FAT 32 problem after several attempts to copy to the external drive with that particular storage method and hours of searching Google. After switching to a different external drive with NTFS storage method, I then realized that the file was corrupt. It would not copy because I continued to receive a "cyclic redundancy error" which apparently means that the data being copied does not precisely match the original bit for bit so the process shuts down. That when, after more googling, I realized that outlook.pst files over 2G are corrupt and in need of repair.

Here are some steps to try if you are faced with a similar problem:

1) First try to copy the file from a command prompt using the dos command XCOPY. This did not work for me and I still received the cyclic redundancy error.

2) Outlook 2003 contains a hidden repair program called SCANPST. Search your computer ensuring that hidden files are included to find the location of this .exe file. Run this on your outlook.pst file and it will attempt a repair. After running the repair the first time, I still received the cyclic redundancy error and it would not copy.

3) Run CHKDSK on your entire C: drive. This will take some time but it will find storage errors in the outlook.pst file and correct them.

4) Run SCANPST again

5) Run CHKDSK again

6) My file had now been repaired and I was able to copy it to the NTFS formatted external hard drive.

I then proceeeded to reformat my hard drive, reinstall Windows and all of my programs then reload the data. I did, however, rename my old outlook.pst file and let Office start a new smaller one. I have the old information if I need it but I also now have a smaller, much more manageable file that is not corrupt.

Bumbershoot Prep Part 5 - Kore Ionz

2011-08-30T07:42:00.006-04:00

From what I'm able to gather, Kore Ionz will be the only reggae band performing this year at Bumbershoot. Personally, I enjoy sitting in the grass, feeling the warmth of the sun, breathing clean fresh air, and chilling to the island sounds so I was hoping to see a fuller reggae line-up, with possibly the likes of Slightly Stoopid with Don Carlos or Rebelution.

Local Seattle boys, Kore Ionz, offer up a fairly clean, unblemished and unvarnished form of reggae. They stay fairly true to the genre although the Pacific island influence is quite prominent, which makes sense considering leader and singer-songwriter, Daniel Pak, hails from Hawaii.

It's hard to imagine a reaggae band from Seattle, better know as the rainy city or birthplace of grunge, but believe me, this young group of talented artists really delivers.

Enjoy the band performing Save Me live in the studio at Seattle's KEXP

Bumbershoot Prep 4 - Trombone Shorty

2011-08-29T16:30:00.003-04:00

My next featured artist, Troy Andrews, better know as Trombone Shorty, is an amazing young trombonist who feels as comfortable jamming with the likes of U2 and Lenny Kravitz as he does performing with his unique blend of jazz, funk, rock, hip-hop and rap with own band, Orleans Avenue. Andrews describes his music as "SupaFunkRock". Guitar super-star Jeff Beck has taken quite a fondness for Trombone Shorty and they have played together at several festivals this year. Perhaps we will have the opportunity to experience the rare guest appearance by Mr. Beck? I will certainly keep my eyes peeled and ears alert.

Here's a clip of Trombone Shorty and Orleans Avenue performing Something Beautiful.

Bumbershoot Prep 3 - Witchburn

2011-08-29T16:00:00.002-04:00

I've discovered scheduling problem number one. It will prove difficult to pull myself away from the Caleb Klauder Country Band to enjoy the heavy metal riffs of Witchburn but somehow I must manage the logistics. The two acts perform within 15 minutes of each other. Although I've been a metal fan for years, I only recently discovered Witchburn, a high volume Seattle based group of heavy rockers, fronted by Jamie Nova, the former lead singer for the world renowned all female AC/DC tribute band, Hells Belles. The band describe themselves as "heavy, down-tuned, southern fried, whiskey soaked sabbra cadabra." I like that!

Before hearing Witchburn, I expected a mosh between Motley Crue, Led Zeppelin and AC/DC but what reached my ears was a revitalized, old school Ozzie and Black Sabbath sound but cleverly embellished by the soaring, chilling pipes of Jamie Nova. Few other voices are better suited to metal than Jamie's. She finds no problem hitting the piercing highs and you can feel the punch from deep down in her gut. This babe rocks!

Although the guitar solos lack the virtuostic flair of Yngwie or Eddie, the riffs are solid, catchy, and fresh. They stick in your head but there's none of the pop familiarity.

Enjoy the following clip of the band performing Stand Up and Be Counted.

Bumbershoot Prep Part 2

2011-08-29T10:32:00.010-04:00

I've experienced considerable pleasure exposing myself to the various genres and artists that will be performing this year at Bumbershoot in Seattle. The next act I'd like to feature is the Caleb Klauder Country Band. Caleb stretches himself thin simultaneously working as the mandolinist for the Appalachian style bluegrass infused Foghorn Stringband and the zydeco flavored Cajun Country Revival, as well as serving as the front man for his own band, the Caleb Klauder Country Band. Caleb offers the time honored traditional country sound very reminiscent of Hank Williams or the Louvin Brothers presented with a very fresh and relevant vigor, quite a departure from the reformulated 1970's country rock that serves as the basis for today's modern country. There's a real purist sensibility created featuring mandolin, pedal steel, fiddle, guitar, and the incomparable sound of the upright bass. I close my eyes and envision my grandparents huddled around the radio on Saturday evening or a smoke filled, beer smelling honky-tonk with sawdust on the wooden floors where an occasional fight interupts the celebratious dancing as would be the case when you mix drinking and romance.

You may catch the Caleb Klauder Country Band, Saturday September 3rd, on the Bumbershoot Starbucks stage by the beer garden. If you miss this show you may find Caleb and his band performing all over the Pacific Northwest Labor Day weekend. He will be performing Thursday at Kruger's farm On Sauvie's Island near Portland, Friday at the Spare Room Lounge in Portland, Saturday at Bumbershoot, And Sunday at the Edison in Edison, Washington.

Listen to the YouTube link below of The Caleb Klauder Country Band performing New Shoes.

Bumbershoot Prep Part 1

2011-08-28T21:47:00.009-04:00

Attempting a level of wisdom that I failed to possess when I attended this incredible music and arts festival in 2009, this weekend I decided to familiarize myself a bit more with the typically avant garde musical line-up. Bumbershoot features a vast array of talented musicians from practically every genre including country, rock, alternative, pop, rap/hip-hop, electronic dance, blues, R&B, world, classical, and reggae. So I must admit that I'm certainly not acquainted with many of the acts that will be performing Labor Day weekend.

So like any devoted music lover, I spent a considerable amount of time on iTunes this weekend and either browsed or downloaded music from over 120 different performers. So prior to departing for the rainy city, I'll attempt to feature as many musicians as possible. With readers this month in 18 different countries, perhaps this blog may help these acts gain exposure that they may not have had otherwise.

Today I'd like to feature Ray LaMontagne, an extremely talented singer/songwriter who is perhaps a little more well known than many of the other musicians performing this year. Ray's Grammy winning raspy vocals and captivating story telling speak for themselves. I've enjoyed listening to Ray while sitting poolside this afternoon. I would describe this music as New England flavored, country tinged, folk music much in the same vein as The Band, who began as Dylan's backup and later evolved into a world renowned act and one of the greatest influences on 1970's style country/blues rock.

Here is a YouTube video of Ray LaMontagne performing the gold album acheiving "Trouble", a video that speaks a million words.

Blahg, Blahg, Blahg !!!!

2011-06-25T10:51:00.005-04:00

Well, I must admit, it's been quite some time, possibly even years since I've contributed anything at all to this blog. Had I been plaqued by the deepest, darkest of the terribly feared writer's block? No, I think not. Have I lived a life of extreme isolationism experiencing little to write about? Possibly, but still think not. I've enjoyed some journeys, suffered some pains, and encountered many things worth detailing in the written word.

Over the last two years I have experienced an avalanche of misfortunate events, some precipitated by poor behavior or faulty decision making on my part, and others where I have allowed myself to become a victim of my circumstances. All in all, I must accept the consequences for my actions and decisions and basicaly reap that which I have sown.

Will I cry over spilt milk or whine about the cards dealt me? No, I'm accepting my circumstances and suprisingly observing God utilizing the recent brokeness in me and surgically dealing with character flaws that I had previously been too weak to face. Possibly, one day I'll develop the courage to blog about these struggles so that others may benefit but for the time being, I wanted to jump "back in the saddle" and let my readers know that I will soon be decribing more adventurous motorcycle journeys, unheralded political activity, exciting music and art events, unusual and extreme acts of God, benefits of family, and anything else that strikes my fancy.

God Bless you all!

Cornerstone Festival 2009

2009-07-20T17:14:00.001-04:00

I departed hot, humid Fort Myers after church on Sunday June 28th astride my trusty 2007 Harley-Davidson Ultra Classic Electra Glide bound for the Cornerstone Festival in Bushnell, Illinois. Surprisingly, I was able to pack a tent, sleeping bag, air mattress and air pillow in the right saddlebag and rain gear and leathers in the left. I packed all electronics including laptop, video camera, still camera, ipod and iphone into the tour pack as well as a 9mm Glock, just in case. I initially intended to blog of this adventure at least daily but that's proven to be a bit difficult while travelling several hundred miles per day on motorcyle and encountering slow or nonexistent internet in much of rural America.

Because of the late start, I only travelled about 400 miles that first day and found myself at a Hampton Inn in Tifton, Georgia. After baking in the hot Georgia/Florida sun for the entire afternoon, I figured a nice cold beer would certainly hit the spot so I walked next door to Chili's Restaurant only to find that I had landed in the only Sunday dry county in Georgia. Oh, well the chicken fajita wrap washed down just as well with water and I stayed a bit healthier.

I hit the road very early Monday morning and travelled about 550 miles before the saddle sores prevented me from riding any further. I landed at another Hampton Inn just off of I-24 in the very patriotic Army town of Clarksville, Tennessee. That day I found not only the beer that I had craved the day before but also some of the tastiest ribs that ever crossed my taste buds at the Golden Rule Bar-B-Q , which was located conveniently next to the hotel. The hard riding, ribs and one beer finished me off causing me to drift off to sleep no later than 8:30, which also caused me to rise very early at 4:00 AM. I hit the hotel fitness room, sauna and continental breakfast, then repacked my gear and hit the road again.

I found the day three ride extremely pleasant since it consisted of no interstate travel and instead rolled through beautiful Kentucky and Indiana farm country. After an abbreviated 200 mile ride, I pulled into the driveway of brother Tom in Robinson, Illinois and spent the evening visiiting with him and his lovely wife, Pat and two wonderful boys, Ethan and Spencer. Pat sent me off the following morning with a belly full of biscuits and gravy and I headed northwest to the festival.
I found day four another easy ride as I rode the back roads to Effingham, caught the interstate to just past Champaign then rural two lane for a hundred miles west to Bushnell, the home of Cornerstone Festival. After slipping and sliding on two miles of gravel road, I arrived at the back gate only to be informed that I must enter through the front, which meant two more miles of gravel and approximately 14 miles through two more rural towns. I finally arrived at the proper entrance and immediately began scouting for a camp site. Thousands of tents already jammed the property but I located a spot next to the HM tent where one of my favorites, The Showdown would be playing later that day. I parked the bike, quickly pitched the tent, and blew up the air mattress and pillow, before setting off on foot to orient myself to the site. I found the shower house, the food stands and was astonished to see at least 30 stages throughout the property with bands jamming away at each. After some type of veggie quesadilla, I caught The Showdown's entire set with video camera in hand.

As The Showdown ended, I raced about 3/4 of mile around the lake to the main stage to catch hard rocking Red, a band that reaches such a broad audience that they will also be at Buffalo Chips Campground in Sturgis next month.

I found sleeping that night extremely difficult, especially after realizing that the HM abbreviation for the tent that I was camping by stood for either Heavy Metal or Hard Music. Rather than fight it, around 1:00AM I stumbled over to C.H.O.P. (Cornerstone House of Prayer), a 24/7 prayer tent, manned during the entire festival with prayer warriors and worship leaders. During the three hours spent there, the Holy Spirit ministered to me in ways that I'd never quite experienced. God dealt with me one on one about unforgiveness in my heart and when I finally made my way back to the tent, I found planted in me a new God given love or agape in Greek, that I knew I must share with others. At 4:00AM, the music at the stages had ceased but my teenaged neighbors managed to find guitars, banjos and drums to serenade me until approximately 5:30. By then the sun began rising over the horizon and I decided to start the new day.

Interestingly enough, God utilized the agape in me almost immediately. I met a new friend, broken from years of abuse, addiction and lack of identity that needed much of that love. That morning, I attended a youth worship time with a very enthusiastic band and attended seminars most of the day on topics ranging from living in community, overseas missions and ministering to the GLBT (gay, lesbian, bisexual and transgendered) community, a conviction that God layed on me several weeks earlier. Those Holy Spirit moments that seem like coincidences never cease to amaze me.

That night I attended the concert that I most looked forward to, Brian "Head" Welch, former guitarist for multi-platinum selling KoRN who had rededicated his life to Christ a few years ago and left the world of sex, drugs and rock 'n roll to passionately pursue a relationship with Jesus. Head shared freely the struggles he suffered from alcohol and drug addiction, pornography and abusive behavior and gave thanks to the redemptive power of Jesus Christ, while completely rocking the house.

I spent another night wide awake listening to the folksy neighbors and arose early to hit the shower house while every one else still slept. A shower, cup of coffee, and the next thing I knew, I found myself serving breakfast to members of an A.A. meeting. I spent the best part of the day with my new friend Pam, attending four different worship times and many more seminars. No bands I desired to see were playing that night, internet service was non-existant, and this old man was stiff from trying to sleep in a tent for several nights so I packed everything up and headed to the of town of Macomb, where I found a car wash for the filthy bike and another Hampton Inn for my sore body. Thank God, because right after I checked in, the clouds opened and it poured down rain for almost 36 hours straight. Needless to say, I spent July 4th alone in that hotel waiting for the rain to slow enough to find a place for dinner. I did enjoy some excellent chicken wings at Buffalo Wild Wings, another beer, and hours of sound sleep.

The next morning, I wiped the rain off the bike, loaded my gear, and headed back toward my brothers house in Robinson. I enjoyed another night with his family then headed to Cary, North Carolina for a short visit with my sister, Mary Beth and her amazing family. I arrived approximately 3:00 in the afternoon, just in time to kick back with Mary Beth and sons Connor and Zach at the community pool. Husband Rob arrived late from work and we dined on shredded chicken barbecue and ice cream with fruit. The following morning, Rob took me for a brisk walk through the neighborhood "greenway" and I again packed my gear and hit the road.

After ten days, I seriously missed my lovely wife, Renee and the grandkids, Jada, Sariye, and Ryley so that day I won the "iron butt" award after logging 800 miles! I arrived home around 11:00 that night, greeted by the wife in a most wonderful way that I certainly should not decribe in my PG-rated blog.

Cornerstone 2009 will be forever etched in my memory as one of my life's truly unique experiences! God Bless!

Benefit for Damien Garcia

2009-06-27T17:39:00.003-04:00

My young friend Marlon and I attended and extremely special motorcycle ride today to raise money for the family of Damien Garcia, a Cape Coral motorcycle policeman, hit by a car while in the line of duty, and now lying in a coma at Lee Memorial Hospital.

Registration began at 9:00 am at Victory Lane Cafe on Hancock Bridge Parkway and the 200 bike ride started promptly at 11:00, winding through the majority of Cape Coral, past the police and fire stations, where we were cheered with numerous screaming sirens and ended at Geo's Italian Restaurant on Pine Island Road. Christian rock band "A Matter of Faith" entertained the crowd of approximately 350 while they enjoyed free pizza, courtesy of the folks at Geo's.

Please keep Officer Garcia and his family in your prayers and anyone wishing to donate, please contact the Cape Coral Police Department.

Resurrection of a Blog

2009-06-27T16:37:00.003-04:00

Not long ago, I obsessed over blogging, yet for the last several months, especially after the presidential election, I've felt little desire for publishing my thoughts to the world. But recently, after experiencing some life altering negative consequences, God found me broken, exactly as He desired, and utilized my position to minister to me in a way that I've never experienced.

According to James 1:2-4, Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything.

Although no theologian, I assume that once "mature and complete, not lacking anything" that one becomes whole or in other words, holy! In my broken condition, I feel God reaching out to me, desirous to see me whole, or more like Him.

James 1:27 claims, Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world.

I spent today ministering to an orphan and in an attempt to keep myself from being polluted by the world and to eradicate sin in my life, I feel called to temporarily exit the corporate "rat race" and embark on a spiritual journey of undetermined length.

Therefore, I feel a need to resurrect the blog and chronicle this experience. God Bless!

Farewell Monte

2008-12-27T07:05:00.005-05:00

The architect who so carefully designed the much feared Tampa Bay Buccaneer defense will grace Raymond James Stadium with his presence one last time this Sunday as the Raiders travel to Tampa to face the Bucs. Monte Kiffin will leave the Bucs after this season to join the staff at the University of Tennessee where his son Lane was recently named head coach. During his thirteen year tenure as the Buc's defensive coordinator, no other team in the NFL has allowed fewer points.

Monte will pass the torch to defensive backs coach Raheem Morris who, at 32 years of age, is younger than players Derrick Brooks and Ronde Barber. Although young and with big shoes to fill, Morris' high energy attitude will fit nicely into the Tampa defensive scheme, especially if he continues with Kiffin's legendary Tampa 2 defense.

The Bucs will honor Kiffin during half time of Sunday's game in a bittersweet ceremony. Good luck Monte, you will be sorely missed, and SEC quarterbacks and running backs, beware!

Merry Christmas

2008-12-25T08:31:00.002-05:00

Approximately 2040 years ago, far from Florida in the small village of Bethlehem, a young, frightened teen aged girl gave birth to a baby not conceived by her husband. She had not the luxury of a beautiful birthing suite at the hospital and a kind attending physician, but through a series of unfortunate events, found herself laboring in a smelly barn. This apparent illegitimate birth proved itself the most legitimate conception in history.

This young girl carried not only the privilege but also the heavy burden and responsibility of raising no ordinary baby, but the son of God himself, a baby fully human and paradoxically, fully God. We've all failed at times raising and mentoring our offspring but imagine the weight of raising a God-child.

The mighty God and creator of all existence enveloped himself in flesh and blood and entered our reality to serve as a surrogate for the sins of all the earth so as to nail them to a cross and permanently defeat evil.

So during this holiday season, rather than dwell on your own misery and burdens, focus on others less fortunate and how you may serve them. Remember the overwhelming sacrifice made for us by our troops in Afghanistan and Iraq and their families at home. God Bless all and Merry Christmas!

P.S. Keep in mind that Jesus never celebrated Christmas but observed Hanukkah so a special blessing to God's chosen people! Thanks for the greatest gift of all.

Sammy Baugh Passes

2008-12-18T18:35:00.009-05:00

It saddened me last Wednesday to learn of the death of football legend Sammy Baugh. The 94 year old Baugh passed from the many complications associated with old age.

A three sport athlete at Texas Christian and signed to professional baseball and football contracts, Sammy played for the Washington Redskins from 1937 until 1952 as quarterback, defensive back and punter. Baugh earned the distinction of the Redskins highest paid player when he signed a 1937 contract for $8,000 per year.

Sammy led the league many years in passing, interceptions and punting and still holds several records, including most seasons leading the league in passing and most seasons with the lowest interception percentage. Baugh entered the Football Hall of Fame in 1963 as part of the original 17 man inaugural class. Arguably, the best football star ever, Sammy played during a time when men were men and not prima donnas. I feel somewhat connected to the man since I possess an old leather helmet signed by "Slinging Sammy" himself.

In heaven, I'm certain Sammy was greeted by the Minister of Defense, Reggie White, who will help him become acclimated! Thanks Sammy for what you've contributed to America's favorite sport.

Justice Kennedy Denies Lightfoot

2008-12-17T18:09:00.007-05:00

Earlier today, Justice Anthony Kennedy of the United States Supreme Court denied the application for a stay pending the filing and disposition of a petition for a writ of certiorari, filed by attorney Orly Taitz on behalf of Gail Lightfoot, the vice presidential candidate on the Ron Paul ticket. Ms. Taitz, a rare combination attorney and dentist, claimed that Barack Obama fails to qualify as President of the United States because he lacks status as a natural born citizen. Similar lawsuits filed earlier by Phillip Berg, Leo Donofrio, and Cort Wrotnowski met with the same fate. Although Justice Kennedy denied the application for a stay, Ms. Taitz still retains the option to resubmit to another justice of her choosing. Ms. Taitz also serves as co-counsel representing Alan Keyes and others in another suit challenging Obama's citizenship. That suit still awaits a hearing in California Superior Court.

For those not in the know, many question whether Barack Obama is eligible to be President under the qualifications stated in Article II of the U.S. Constitution:

No Person except a natural born Citizen, or a Citizen of the United States, at the time of the Adoption of this Constitution, shall be eligible to the Office of President

There are several possible scenarios that put Obama in a situation where he may not qualify as "natural born".

a) Obama's mother Stanley Anne Dunham was American but his father was from Kenya which at the time was part of the British Protectorate. So at birth, young Obama was a citizen of the United States, Kenya, and Great Britain. Many legal experts feel that this caused divided loyalties preventing one from being natural born according to the intent of the original framers of the constitution.

b) Obama's parents divorced when he was two years and his mother married an Indonesian national, Lolo Soetoro. Some records indicate that Soetoro adopted Obama when the family moved to Jakarta, where he lived and attended school under the name, Barry Soetoro. Some feel that when Soetoro adopted Obama, he automatically forfeited his U.S. citizenship.

c) Others claim that Obama was born in Kenya rather than Hawaii as he contends. Much of this argument stems from a rather questionable interview conducted in Swahili of Obama's paternal grandmother. It also relies on a strange interview with a mysterious forensic expert who feels that the birth certificate that the Obama campaign posted online is a forgery.

I'm no legal expert but in my opinion the Lightfoot lawsuit, a Berg clone with elements of Donofrio thrown in, appeared hastily prepared and poorly written. Ms. Taitz managed to ram the case through the legal system blazingly fast. Hopefully she will be better prepared when the Alan Keyes suit comes to fruition.

Enjoy the two accompanying YouTube videos of Orly explaining the details of both cases. It's interesting to note that Orly Taitz, who escaped the totalitarian Soviet regime, cannot claim natural born status either.

Iraqi "Shoes" George Bush

2008-12-14T20:18:00.005-05:00

Excitement erupted in a press conference during George Bush's surprise visit to Iraq. An Iraqi journalist, evidently unimpressed or enraged by what the President had to say, tossed not one, but two shoes directly at Bush. The smiling Bush ducked the assault as security and secret service subdued the angry Iraqi.

Great reflexes Mr. Bush!

McCain on Blagojevich

2008-12-13T01:28:00.005-05:00

I already miss John McCain. He's a sincere, genuine man filled with integrity, and has a sharp, witty sense of humor. Enjoy this clip from the Late Show with David Letterman featuring McCain doing a Blagojevich imitation and also voicing his opinion of the corrupt governor.

The Blagojevich Connection

2008-12-12T20:30:00.002-05:00

Utilizing frantic damage control tactics, President Elect Barack Obama must now expend a tremendous amount of effort, better spent on structuring a transition, on distancing himself and staff members from the controversy surrounding Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich. FBI agents pulled Blagojevich from his bed early Tuesday morning charging him with a multitude of federal corruption charges including attempts to sell the Senate seat recently vacated by Obama.

How interconnected and entangled are our new President Elect, described as the messiah by Louis Farrakhan, and the foul mouthed corrupt governor of Illinois?

Obama served as a senior advisor and one of the chief architects alongside both Rahm Emmanuel and David Axelrod to the successful 2002 Blagojevich campaign. Blagojevich endorsed Obama for Illinois state legislature, U.S. Senate in 2004 and for the 2008 presidential race, and Obama reciprocated during the 2002 and 2006 Illinois gubernatorial races. Obama's Chief of Staff, Rahm Emmanuel and senior advisor, David Axelrod, played key roles in the campaign electing both Obama and Blagojevich. Additionally, Emmanuel filled the congressional seat vacated by Blagojevich when he was elected as governor. Tony Rezko served as chief fundraiser for both Blagojevich and Obama before being federally indicted for bribery.

David Axelrod began his career as a Hyde Park journalist so I'm sure it won't be long before we realize that neighborhood heavyweights Bill Ayers and Louis Farrakhan are also entangled in this capacious web. We watched as Jesse Jackson, Sr. wept during Obama's acceptance speech and then hear later that his son Jesse Jackson, Jr. attempted to buy Obama's vacant senate seat from the perfidious Blagojevich.

After observing the close connection between these devious characters, one must ask how long before the teflon candidate Obama becomes entrenched by his own trail of deceit and corruption? It appears that Obama has already exceeded the controversies surrounding Nixon, Reagan, Clinton and Bush before his own presidency has even commenced.

Wrotnowski Denied by Supreme Court

2008-12-12T19:00:00.006-05:00

If tradition holds true, the lawsuit filed by Cort Wrotnowski vs. Susan Bysiewicz, Connecticut Secretary of State, and appealed to the U.S. Supreme Court, questioning the natural born citizenship and presidential eligibility of Barack Obama was dismissed without comment earlier today as the nine justices met in private conference. The court granted three certiorari today indicating that Wrotknowki's suit was summarily denied.

Wrotnowski presented a well written and documented, concise case aided by attorney, Leo Donofrio, whose case had been rejected days earlier by the court. The basis of both suits alleged that Obama could never declare status as a natural born citizen due to his father's Kenyan citizenship which also fell under British jurisdiction.

Rather than entertain the merit of Wrotnowski's case, the court ruled that he does not hold legal standing and is therefore unable to bring civil action against Obama.

Although not as well prepared, another case on behalf of vice presidential candidate Gail Lightfoot also sits before the court and should be able to prove standing.

The Globe on Obama's Citizenship

2008-12-11T18:06:00.005-05:00

After 54 years of printing hot gossip and randy rumors, the Globe apparently published it's very first true story this week concerning the mystery of Barack Obama's birth. The supermarket tabloid's cover dated December 9th states "Obama Election Illegal" in huge type. In another history breaking moment, that headline alone may prove to be enough to cause this crazed conservative to shell out the $2 or $3 necessary to see what's on the inside because their website only posts this teaser.

Governor Rod Blagojevich Arrested

2008-12-09T18:06:00.006-05:00

The smelly, corrupt ties to President Elect Obama continue as Illinois Governor Rod Blagojevich finds himself in FBI custody for conspiring to sell the Senate seat vacated by Obama as well as other federal corruption charges. When will we tire of the stench emanating from Chicago? Regardless of any ties between the two, certainly the teflon candidate will escape another near disaster.