Well, I could say it was a great weekend but I’d be fibbing. Still, what’s the use of complaining? I seem to have damaged some vessels in my left, perhaps with my ear buds. I noticed some soreness there this week and on Sunday I woke up with that ear essentially completely closed off. It feels similar to a really bad head cold that’s drained all to one side and stopped up your ear, except I have no cold symptoms. It’s really been disconcerting to say the least. Nancee has put together some Nerve repair supplements for me and I’m trying to go the natural route to get the hearing back in lefty. Read more “Every Week Can’t Be a Great Week, But God is Still In Control”
Even on a quick jaunt down the street from the office to grab some tasty sushi for a late lunch break, I find inspiration in everything, the Carolina blue sky, the sculptures on the square and the old giants that seem to watch my every move. They’ve stood for nearly a century in some cases, unknowing, uncaring about the tiny ants that weave in between their toes, running to and fro trying to find meaning in their barely noticeable lives.
I have heard the statistics on how most films fail. They aren’t talking about me, so I pay it no heed. It’s time to create another world, to envision and bring to reality the fictional lives of my heroes and my villains as I create a universe where their every feeling matters. Read more “Finding Inspiration Everywhere”
I just made an amazing discover. So check this out…Elvis Costello’s collaboration with Burt Bacharach produced the exquisite, “Painted From Memory”, my personal favorite record on Planet, Earth and unabashedly classicist pop album that recalled Bacharach’s heyday with Hal David. The first Christmas after I married my lovely wife Nancee, her brother David gave me this as a gift. The fact that he’d paid attention to my ceaseless heaping of praise on Costello’s head impressed me and to this day he’s still the best gifter I know. I own most of Elvis Costello’s albums, even some of the stuff hard to find in America, due to my original discovery of his work while living abroad in Japan. Read more “Holy Toldeo – The Sweetest Punch”