Crap.

Another year. The annual blog wrap up is coming soon. I'm about to start going nuts with the writing. I want Lately David to start recording again, and I'm going to keep a journal of the process. I do not expect anyone to read it, but at least it will generate fodder for blog posts more than once per year.
Stay Tuned.

I found my blog, but where'd my year go?

Christ, what's happened to me. It's been more than a year since my last post. I've moved, fathered a second child, been demoted, laterally reassigned, re-reassigned and promoted. Lately David has lost a drummer, found a new one, played some shows, recorded a radio commercial jingle, and we have been invited to be a part of a charitable album compilation due out later this month.

You know, screw blogging daily, this once a year recap is working okay.

Beans don't burn on the grill

Yeah, we're moving on up. Actually it's more of a lateral transition, but its more than enough to get my head spinning. I'm just not good with change. Don't deal with it well, never have. Never will. I have second thoughts after I switch lanes in traffic. So, a new house, well let's just say I've been in better moods. I'm focusing on the positive. The house has a roomy duplex in the back yard that, when cleaned and remodeled, will be new home to Wayne Henry Studios. I'll miss the comfortable confines of the current location in beautiful crime free downtown Hernando, MS, but the idea of having my studio at home again is exciting. Moving day is Tuesday Feb 21st. Scary.

Memoirs

I've been duped. I am embarassed and outraged. A book was recommended to me, a book purported to be a truthful story.

But I was duped.

Within this book that I read, I now believe the author altered facts, fictionalized accounts of key plot points, and dramatized the life stories of the primary subjects of the story. Though this book may very well be established in fact, due to instances of dramatic license and fictionalized alterations, I can no longer take any value from the tone of the book and apply it meaningfully to my life.

I realize the subject of fabricated nonfiction has been worn to death on the tv new for the past few days, but allow me to mention a few of the accounts in question. In one chapter of this so called true story, a group of hundreds of people are fed by a meager amount of food not sufficint for even perhaps a dinner for two. The primary subject of the second half of the book develops the ability to walk atop water, heal the sick and infirm without medicine or even therapuetic massage-god I do love a good massage, he even claims to have altered the chemical properties of water, turning it into wine, without the aid of fruit, alcohol, or fermentation time allowance.

There are multiple instances of people living to extremely old age, others even pass away, only to be brought back to life post mortem, and I saw no mention of electro-static defibrillation.

These fantastic yarns are just a handful of obviously dramatized events in a book that was recommended to me as a truthful account of a collection of stories. Because of the liberties used by the writer of this professed factual account, I must completely discount the themes the book expouses. This book now holds no value as a guide to caring for others, treating my fellow man with compassion, and living a good and decent life.
Oprah is a cunt.

Meet the new boss, Part II

The new GM stopped by the station today for his first staff meeting. After I got home, I googled him. Isn't this standard operating procedure nowadays? You meet someone new, then you google the shit out of them. So anyway, this guy wrote a book.

http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/1932226389/qid=1138215755/sr=11-1/ref=sr_11_1/102-4264604-3976944?n=283155

I thought about leaving a real kiss ass review, as a joke. I think he'd get it, he seems to be the type to get it, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. By the way, if anyone reading this is in sales, this guy really seems to know his shit, so honestly the book is probably pretty good.

Go ahead, kill 3 minutes with this.

LA to NYC

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Meet the new boss.

I work at a radio station in the Memphis area. A small radio station. It's a great low stress job with a small cast of nice coworkers and few pressures associated with most other jobs. Add to that for the past year and a half or so, my boss sat behind a desk in either Las Vegas or Dallas. Until now.
"Corporate" just sent word that a new General Manager will soon be coming to work with us. I'll try not to sound sorry for myself, everyone else has a boss at work, so should I. But I must admit, I got used to having a bit of freedom around here without fear of reprimand. As long as I got my work done, no one asked any questions, you know. So, perhaps no more slipping away for a 3 day lunch break. I have nothing to complain about really, if this is my biggest problem I am in good shape, I suppose. Besides, it's 9:30am. Time for my lunch break.

The lake, in winter.

It's quiet. It's nice really, aside from last season's beer cans littering the sand on the beach. But at least that trash is proof that this empty place made for a good time to someone...sometime. Now it's just a cold breeze and a low sun reflecting off the lake into my eyes.
I found an old Lately David performance on video yesterday.