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saturday, august 19
Freedom Is Not Free
Kaycee's August 19th entry is very touching, and makes me
think. We as people of a free nation must keep in mind that others have fought and died for our right to freedom.
I am also touched how she ties in her battles with cancer as her own personal struggle for freedom.
12:09 PM
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friday, august 18
Getting Geared Up For Hollywood
It's getting close... I haven't performed in Hollywood in a month. I'm looking forward to it, yet I'm a little tense.
This is the time when I try to rest up and psyche myself out for tonight's performance. Hollywood (L.A. for that matter)
is a tough crowd. They seem to be a bit jaded, like they've "seen it all" of something. But I know once I get on stage
everything will come together, like it always does. It's just that calm before the storm...
4:03 PM
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Thank God It's Friday? I think most of you are ecstatic that it's Friday and the weekend is here. I sort
of dread Fridays because that means work for me. I always work every Friday and Saturday. But I guess once I start
playing the music I'm fine. It's just that the initial preparations and setting up are a "bear".I was going through
Paul's archives and found out he had thought my "big hair" from
the old days was cool. Thanks Paul! Okay, I guess that's another justification for putting up the infamous wedding
pix! As soon as I have that free time I'll definitely put them up. Paul and
Cyn both have nice photo galleries. And now I'm inspired to redo
my current photo galleries again. Gotta find the time somewhere... maybe after the Yosemite trip.
10:26 AM
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Living It Up At Caesar's Palace
A few years ago, on arriving in Las Vegas for a weeklong stint at Caesar's Palace with my previous band, Nathan and I had arrived at the hotel, and much later than the others. We checked in at the main desk and we were told that there were no available rooms for us. The hotel had no vacancies... But the desk clerk said that we had a temporary alternative until a regular room was available. And with that we were given keys to a room which would be our temporary room.
Upon arriving at the 24th floor in one of the hotel's towers, we wearily made our way down the hallway to our room.
Our first clue that things were going to be VERY different was that we noticed right away we had double doors! And a doorbell. We were thinking to ourselves, "what is this?"
Well, upon opening the double doors, we found ourselves in what looked like a penthouse suite or some sort of presidential suite. Whatever it was... it was definitely a hotel suite for the "high rollers"!
As we stood in the marbled foyer, we gazed across a huge living space with bay windows that extended from the carpet to the ceiling, and from wall to wall. There was a huge living room area where a 50" TV and sophisticated stereo system was located. There was a beautiful kitchen area with wetbar, and there was a huge dining area with very long dining table. We peered out the huge bay window and noticed that the Bellagio Hotel was just across the street. The main living area had a wall console for controlling the lighting.... lights everywhere from hidden recessed lighting to ceiling fixtures. We could set the lighting to created many moods. And the window curtains opened and closed electronically at the touch of a button.
On the right side of the foyer was a small hallway that led to a marble-tiled bathroom. To the left was a hallway that led to the right and ended at the Master Bedroom, with its own 32" TV. Next to this room was a bathroom with a jacuzzi tub, and next to this bathroom was another bathroom with a walk-in shower, meaning that you could walk in one way and walk out the other. There were two openings to this shower and four showerheads, and it was like a large corridor.
Also in the hallway were walk-in closets on either side with robe, slippers, ironing board... and other goodies...
Well, you could see that we lucked out with this room. What total opulence, as this room was decorated with exquisite art and beautiful furniture. It's sad that we both hadn't brought our cameras to capture the kind of suite we had stumbled into.
Anyway, for two whole days, we lived like we were kings, Nate and myself. Too bad it couldn't have been with our spouses. We had such a great time for those two days. And when we finally transferred to a regular room, the bubble had burst, and it just wasn't the same. We were spoiled beyond belief, and we got the opportunity to play Caesar's Palace, too!
2:51 AM
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My Continual Source Of Debt
Whoa! I just sorta threw that one pic out at you readers. My apologies, and I hope you didn't get the wrong
impression. Perhaps a little story behind the photo will do well to remedy any misconceptions.Back when I was
with my previous band, there was a point in time where we were almost certain that we were going to "make it". We
were a highly successful swing band, performing all over the country at enviable spots other musicians only dream of
playing, and we were quite busy performing 18 to 26 shows a month... a lot for one band, especially nowadays. And
it seemed the "chemistry" was just right. Then the lead vocalist decided to take matters into his own hands, decided
he was the entire show, and systematically began firing everyone, one by one! What a tragedy for something that
seemed destined for success. Anyway, during the highpoint in my career with the band, I decided it was time to
buy a vehicle that was big, safe (especially for coming home from L.A.), and with lots of room for my drums... enter The Behemoth, my oversized, black, 4x4
Expedition. It's a menacing vehicle (although now there is the Excursion) and I wonder sometimes why I made the decision to purchase this thing. It's oversized and guzzles a ton of gas each week. At one point we were very close to selling it, but the kids had grown fond of it and would be devastated if we were to sell it now. With the expensive monthly payment and the gas consumption, we are still debating whether to keep it or not. Anyways, we're currently stuck with it until we can think of a better way to make an easier transition to another vehicle, one not so expensive!
1:39 AM
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The Derby In Hollywood I feel the same way as Cyn
does about politics. Just the mere word makes me want to puke my guts out. Well, maybe that's a little too extreme
in describing my feelings. But it feels just about right.The only connection I will have this weekend with the Democratic Convention is
that the band will be playing in Hollywood tonight. Meaning, it might be a hectic drive up to L.A. But, because of it
we might get a bigger crowd than usual at The Derby tonight. We'll see
what happens. I love The Derby, and can't wait to get there tonight. This is the same place we did the HBO thingy
back in May.
1:15 AM
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thursday, august 17
Valentino's Restaurant
When I'm not performing with my own band, I can usually be found
performing with Donnie Finnell every Friday and Saturday at
Valentino's Restaurant in the heart of Ranch Bernardo, an upscale
community in North County.
8:02 PM
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A continual source of debt.
7:48 PM
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Cyn has some great
Wedding Pix on her site. Way to go, Cyn! I'll
have to post mine someday. We'll see, if I have the extra time. Wedding Pix are always cool! I'm kinda embarrassed
though, not because of the wedding itself (that was the beautiful part), but because of the "big hair" I had back then.
7:32 PM
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My journey to the East prevailed...
7:23 PM
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A Zen Quotation
The wave and the sea are One.
I've delved into this philosophical viewpoint
before. And metaphorically speaking, yes... we are like a wave in the sea of humanity. And like the wave, we will reach the shore and cease being the wave,
yet we will still be a part of the ocean.
The wave lives the life of a wave and at the same time, the life of water.
I like this analogy, that like the wave we are propelled forward by the deep currents in our lives. And that we can search deeper within ourselves to reveal that we are a small part of the greater whole.
Let life flow through you and live in harmony with its ebb and flow. Fighting the current is a waste of energy.
From the
Zen Koan Card Pack.
7:17 PM
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wednesday, august 16
Once Saved By An Angel
Years ago, in the summer between high school graduation and my first semester at San Diego State, I experienced something that made a significant impact on my life, and forever changed the way I viewed the world around me.
One day, to escape the inland heat, a friend and I took the drive to La Jolla Shores to go for a swim and cool off. It was a bright, warm, and sunny day. A perfect day for going to the beach.
I was eighteen years old at the time, soon to enter college with everything to look forward to, and also legally blind. I had to take my glasses off before going into the surf, and therefore could not see very well. We were very excited and quickly ran into the water. I didn't see the RED FLAGS that were prominent on the beach that day, warning all swimmers of dangerous rip currents. My friend didn't wear glasses, and why he never saw the red flags I'll never know.
We were only in knee deep water when a large wave hit the two of us. I immediately went under and felt the force of the undertow, and for a while I didn't know which way was up. Upon surfacing I realized right away that I was in a rip current, and wondered how I had gotten so far from the shore. I began my attempt to swim parallel to the shore to get away from it. But because of my nearsightedness and the frequency of the large waves pounding me, I was disoriented and didn't really know where the shore was. I kept treading water, trying to get my bearings, but the waves kept crashing one after another in rapid succession, very different than what I had been used to, and this made it hard for me to breath. I could hear my friend yelling for help from a distance, but I couldn't see where he was. After a while I had become exhausted and one of my legs started to cramp. Then PANIC set in. I continually yelled for help, hoping someone would listen.
Then I had this sudden realization that I was REALLY going to die! It was this feeling of certainty that my life could cease to exist. Then came the sensation that my body was giving up on me, and that my whole life had been a surreal movie sequence that had come to the end of its reel, and it was almost as if I were looking at myself from outside of me. I was thinking that this was my life. And it didn't flash before my eyes like one would imagine. Instead, it simply felt like my mind wasn't a part of my body anymore. That I was a dream.
And at THAT very moment when I was certain I was going to die, when I thought I was sinking for the very last time, I suddenly looked up, and there was this man on a surfboard descending down upon me from the crest of a large wave. I couldn't tell if I was crying or not because I was in the ocean, but it did feel as if I were crying from the inside. And the images at that point were all in slow motion. It was as if this surfer was an Angel, descending downward from the heavens to rescue me! A very strong sense of relief had permeated every cell in my body. The transition from knowing I was going to die, to the very realization that I knew I would live, was a strong emotional revelation for me.
As soon as I grabbed on to his surfboard, I knew I was saved. He told me he could tell I had a cramp. At this point I was too exhausted and weak to really say anything and the ride on his surfboard seemed a slow, peaceful ride back to LIFE. As soon as I reached the shore, the lifeguard trucks were there, and the next thing I remember was crashing onto the sand below me. I could hear people's voices, and some commotion about saving more swimmers out there, and I fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.
When I had awakened, I tried to find out the name of the person who had saved my life. None of the lifeguards knew who he was. He was just some guy on a surfboard that suddenly appeared on the scene to rescue me. As quickly as he had arrived to my aid, he was gone in a flash. And I had immediately felt very bad that I was unable to thank him for saving my life. But I somehow knew he would've understood.
Once I started coming round, I got up and there was my friend who had also collapsed in the sand near by. I guess we were both glad we didn't end up in a hospital ward. We were very fortunate. We didn't say a word to each other, and we drove home in silence, completely exhausted from our experience, but so very thankful that we were still alive.
The whole experience had made me wonder if the man who saved me was some sort of Angel or some spiritual being who intervened in my moment of crisis. I asked around and nobody seemed to know where this guy had come from, or where he had gone to after he had saved me. To this day I feel some sort of spiritual connection to this person, even though I had only met him once, in my time of need. And though I never knew him, I will never forget him. For my gratitude I now carry to my grave.
9:04 PM
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tuesday, august 15
Lou Gehrig's Disease
My niece and I were watching the 10 o'clock news on KUSI, and there was this story about this older couple, married 38 years and in their 60's. The husband currently suffers in the clutches of Lou Gehrig's disease, his body rapidly deteriorating, confined to a wheel chair, as he quickly loses all muscular control of his body. What a tragic and horrific way to spend your remaining days.
Immediately, my niece and I were in tears. This was no movie, this was real life. And as the wife was being interviewed, she mentioned that her husband had been so frustrated in losing those basic abilities which we ALL take for granted.
And as she spoke, her husband wept openly.
My heart just goes out to that couple. And in the wife's closing words, she vowed to remain by her husband's side, through thick and thin, "for better or for worse, in sickness and in health". And upon hearing her say that, I let out this sigh of pain, and began to wipe away my tears.
I wouldn't know how to be able to cope with this kind of tragedy. It's just beyond my ability to comprehend something like that. I guess one wouldn't really know until one were placed in the shoes of another. But I can sincerely say that I DO feel their pain with great intensity.
But still, to me, as tragic as this story seems, there is a triumph which lies in the sanctity of the Marriage Vow. For it is the strength of this woman's commitment to stand by her husband, "for better or for worse, in sickness and in health...", it is this vow that is stronger than flesh and bone. This to me is a true blessing more precious than the most valuable of gems.
It is truly a blessing to have such a friend who will stand by you, through thick and thin.
11:40 PM
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Inspirational Quotes Y'know... I really love the current quote in the upper right-hand corner of this
blog. I have to admit, it DOES go well with my sunset pic. I have the feeling I'm going to keep this one awhile.
I love inspirational quotes. And while we're at it, I will finally divulge the secret source of my abundant supply of
inspirational quotes:
Myla's Inspirational Quotes
10:54 PM
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Guys Need Their Beauty Rest
This is something I definitely need to think about, being
that this relates to my sleeping problems:
" A lack of quality sleep may contribute to love handles and double chins".
So, that's why they call it "beauty rest". I need to address this in my middle-age. Geez! I'm actually middle-aged! But
I feel like a 20 year old! I refuse to grow up.
7:04 PM
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Sleeplessness Revisited I received a nice email from Teri
regarding my "Sleepless in San Diego" entry. She related to me the following message about
Sleepless in Seattle:I absolutely love that movie!!!! ...love it, love it, and love it more.
Right on, Teri!!! Now I know I am not alone in my appreciation for this movie. There IS someone out there who
shares my feelings on this. Cool! Okay, now there is some "closure" in this, like a weight has definitely been lifted
from my shoulders. Now I can hop and skip and feel the joy! Okay, and now I'm getting carried away...
Well, I am still a sleepless guy in San Diego, and with that note I must try and get some rest...
2:17 AM
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A Zen QuotationTo find yourself is to lose yourself. Okay, this is a very tough concept for me to
understand. I guess I'm too aware of my own needs as a regular human being. Maybe in reality I'm a rather selfish person, and need to focus on being selfless. When you think about it, one must be careful that what they are trying to improve in themselves
is not just for themselves, but will somehow benefit others as well. I've also had the notion that if I improve myself
in some way, I would become a better person, and that would have a direct impact on my family and friends, and people
with whom I interact with day to day. It comes back to LOVE. I feel you have to love yourself in order to be capable of
transmitting that LOVE to another person. And it's not the other way around. You can't say that you are in need of love
and must depend on receiving LOVE from another first. At least that's how I see it. And I suppose in a broader sense,
to LOVE things impartially would be the greatest goal, and that would depend on the inner person who has progressed
from within, to acknowledge that kind of LOVE. And I suppose losing the self would mean giving of yourself...
Enlightenment is not something you obtain for yourself, but something that naturally occurs when you give yourself
away.
From the
Zen Koan Card Pack.
1:58 AM
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monday, august 14
Oh, That Planet!
We were in the SUV, on the way to pick up our Chinese Szechuan, and we had just left the library with a ton of books.
My wife and I took our two sons and our niece to the library.Anyway, the conversation drifted to what books everyone
had borrowed. I wasn't listening very attentively, but all of a sudden my older son blurts out, "Exploring Uranus!" And
immediately, everyone started laughing! It was just the timing and the moment... you had to have been there... it was
hilarious, especially when these kids say things like that with such innocence.
9:30 PM
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Underwater World Of Bonaire
Cyn posted another roll of
underwater photos from her and hubby's
adventures in Bonaire. Great stuff!
9:17 PM
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Sleepless In San Diego
I've been having a hard time sleeping properly these past few weeks. I think it's the combination of the heat, and my
insomnia. I need to try and get back on track. I'm naturally a "night person" because I'm a musician, and I've been
unwinding after the gigs by surfing the web (not a good thing for me to do after gigs), and therefore I'm usually awake into the wee hours of the
morning. Once or twice, I've watched the sunrise, and THAT'S scary!
My "Sleepless in Seattle" DVD came in the mail today! I was the winning bidder on eBay. Okay, I must confess. I'm a
sucker for sappy, romantic movies. But I just like the way this whole movie evolves, and the idea of two people somehow
meeting from afar. Right away I watched my favorite part of the movie, the last scene where the father (Tom Hanks)
and his son Jonah meet Annie (Meg Ryan) for the first time on top of the Empire State Building on Valentine's Day. What a scene! There were little references to the movie, "An Affair To Remember", with Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr. I thought that was nicely done, and my wife and I ended up renting "An Affair To Remember" just because of those references in "Sleepless in Seattle". And yep, it's another tear jerker!
Incidently, my wife can't stand "Sleepless in Seattle". And was rather angry that I actually bought the DVD. Oh well, I'm alone in my reverie. And I'll just have to have a good cry all by myself!
3:13 PM
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Gearing Up For The Big Week I'm bracing myself for what appears to be a grueling week for me. For one,
soccer season is back, and both my boys have two days of soccer practice each. My older son has three days of karate.
And my niece from Santa Barbara is staying with us for 10 days. I have a band rehearsal this Wednesday, and the band
performs Friday at
The Derby in Hollywood, and Saturday at
The Juke Joint in the Gaslamp Quarter! I have to pick up
my parents and my three sisters from the airport on Wednesday too. And then I have to consider buying my digital camera now before our
trip to Yosemite, and I also have to get the SUV in the shop for maintenance before the big trip! Of course, this new
eBay thing is really picking up and I have to keep up with that as well. Ugh! How did all this come about in one week?
Well, on a more positive note, here's a photo of my two boys, my niece and myself doing a little jam
session in the garage! It was a lot of fun, and I got a chance to stretch out on the piano for a change! Fun stuff!
1:44 AM
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sunday, august 13
Our Newest Band Photo
Here's the latest photo of the
band. Notice the matching uniforms and hats? We look really sharp!
6:58 PM
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I've Done Stupid Things Before, But... I did a very idiotic thing today. I had to drive my sister-in-law to the train
station today. And I left my drums in the SUV last night because I was dead tired. I have an alarm so I take my chances.
Anyway, I had to unload the drums from my SUV and loaded them on my handtruck. Then I took my sister-in-law to the
train station.When I finally got back, after making several detours to Starbucks, Old Navy, and McDonalds, I noticed that
my drums were still out in front of my house!!!! They'd been sitting out front on my handtruck the whole time.
I'm such an idiot!!!
Thank God no one took them, thank God... $5,000.00 worth of drums and cymbals!!! Someone could have easily
walked away with them. Anyway, I'm just glad no one took them, that's all.
2:51 PM
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Being A Musician At Disneyland
Bronwyn's dream about Disneyland, and
Teri's and
Zannah's escapades to
Disneyland cause me to reminisce greatly about performing their
as a musician with my previous band. Of course, I'm hoping to get the
new band in there soon. I miss the place.
It's quite different performing there as a musician compared to going there for fun as a guest. When you go to Disneyland as a musician, or an employee for that matter, it sort of bursts that childhood bubble that took hold when you first visited Disneyland.
Whenever we would take the hidden tunnels and corridors that would take us out to the Carnation Plaza Gardens stage, it sort of felt surreal. And because we didn't enter through the main gate, it was almost as if we weren't really in Disneyland at all. I guess that's what was the strangest part about it.
It's pretty cool, however, to arrive at the back lot, get checked in at the security gate, and then ride the shuttles that transported us and our instruments through the first underground tunnel, and then take that walk through the second tunnel to the back part of Frontierland. I always sort of felt like a VIP doing this.
It was great! And then we'd travel that final corridor behind all the fake buildings and finally emerge onto the stage of the Carnation Plaza Gardens area.
One memorable gig at Disneyland was during one of the Grad Nights there. We had to perform from 11pm to 5am in the morning! Some Disney "suits" were there and liked our big band and after we finished the first set with Sing, Sing, Sing (my big drum solo), they really liked it and asked us to finish the remaining three sets again with Sing, Sing, Sing. Ugh! I don't think anyone realizes just how hard it is to perform one Sing, Sing, Sing drum solo, let alone four in one night! I was totally "wiped out" (no pun intended) after this Grad Night gig.
Another unforgetable experience at Disneyland was when this dance troupe from Sweden had to perform with us on the Plaza Gardens stage. We were out back behind the stage waiting for our turn to perform, and this dance troupe from Sweden performed before us. And while they were doing their dance routines, they had to go through several costume changes. So, here we were talking away when these young ladies start taking off their clothes, T&A all over the place as they were frantically changing costumes in between numbers!!! Of course, here we were, jaws dropped and not really knowing how to treat this awkward situation. I guess sometimes in show business, you've got to leave your modesty at home... in this case... Sweden!
Well, I've had some great times performing at Disneyland. I've got a bunch of stories to tell you about my musical adventures at Disney World, but I'll have to save that for another time.
4:34 AM
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The Music Of Ralph Vaughn Williams I've been currently obsessing over the
Symphony No. 5 of
Ralph Vaughn Williams, arguably the greatest British composer that ever lived. I've been focusing on the 3rd Movement in particular. His music is something I am not very familiar
with, so it is a learning experience for me, like a journey into another realm.The 3rd Movement, called the Romanza, reminds me of pictures
of the English countryside, for Vaughn Williams cherished English folk-songs, and this slow, drawn out movement is
sweeping and pastoral, yet with it is a melancholy that casts a dark undercurrent amidst green meadows and rolling
hills. I know I would love to someday visit England, especially its beautiful countryside. If not, that's okay. For
the pictures have somehow been permanently etched in my mind, as if from some dream that could not be forgotten.
1:59 AM
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