Life is a Peanut Butter and ‘Nana Sandwich

October 22, 2008

Today, I had a treat for lunch that I haven’t enjoyed in a long time. Joelle bought ham for Josh and me to take for lunches. However, I love cooking with ham. I just don’t like ham sandwiches. So, I looked for some alternatives in my house and discovered that Joelle also bought a bunch of bananas. So, it hit me and I went to the pantry to find some honey and peanut butter and I made myself a couple of peanut butter and banana sandwiches. I almost forgot just how delicious they could be.

It brought back some memories of when Margot used to make them for us and we would spend time together eating these Elvis delicacies. We would sit and laugh and have an overall good time while dining. The best part of them was that we would just have them when we felt like it. Sometimes, I think we would just have them so that we could spend time together.

It’s amazing how such a sandwich could be loaded with protein, vitamins and memories and taste delicious at the same time. I’ll probably wind up making myself a western omelet tonight… we have ham!

It’s not just the notes… it’s the spaces also!

October 21, 2008

I don’t get today’s so-called heavy metal. In their attempt to get heavier, they’ve lost the whole idea of what music is all about. When I listen to music, I don’t just hear the notes. I hear the spaces as well. I feel the music breathe. Today’s music does nothing more than blast at my face like a jet engine and just doesn’t stop. It’s all exhale with no inhale. It’s like intense scribbling on a piece of paper and calling it art. Spaces are biblical. Look in the scriptures. God didn’t appear in the thundering roar or the rushing winds. God appeared in the whisper. God is in the spaces of our music. With music continually blasting out, where is there room for God?

I love it when a great rock song pushes you back and then pulls you in. There’s a feeling to it that draws you closer. For example, take the Eric Clapton and Cream CD’s that I picked up this past weekend. Most of the songs I love off of Cream are over 40 years old, but they stand the test of time. Songs like “Sunshine of Your Love” and “White Room” breathe in and out. They don’t tire you out. They’re songs I love to recreate the sounds with my guitar. Clapton’s got something that many of these heavy metal vomit brothers bands don’t have… feel.

If anything, I find myself programming my POD with tones from guys like Clapton, Hendrix, and others like them. Why? Because their tones breathe and their music breathes. It doesn’t just have music. It has spaces in between the loudness. I want God to appear in the spaces of my music.

I’m Internet Famous… I have my own stalker!

October 7, 2008

Whoever thought that some putz from Guelph, like me, would have their own Internet Stalker? Well, move over Richard Letterman and Anne Murray… here I come. Even better is that I have one-upped you both because my stalker can be half way around the world. For all I know, they could be in Japan, Fiji, Australia or even Kookamonga (don’t know if that’s a place, but if Bugs Bunny says it, it has to be real!).

Some goon keeps pestering me for a picture of one of my guitars. What I can’t understand is why they want a picture from me? Why do they want my guitar? If this bozo likes guitars so much, he can get the picture from a manufacturer’s web site. First, he started pestering me on Facebook, so I ignored him there. Even worse is that this dude then tries to become my friend on Facebook. I mean, who the heck are you to think that I am simply going to confirm that you are my friend when I don’t even know who you are? Even more so is the fact that when I went to gather some information on this person, there is very little to display. Another reason not to make friends with Internet strangers.

It gets creepier…

This dood now has starts searching my name on Google and tracks my main email address. Now, he’s sending me emails to me wanting pictures of my guitar. So now, I have to filter his emails out and start taking action. This is making me wonder how stable this person really is, going through all of these great lengths for a picture that he could get from the manufacturer.

If that doesn’t make things worse, this idiot is now doing some further Googling and has now found my co-author. Now, my co-author is starting to receive emails to try and get a hold of me. Just for a stupid picture of my guitar!!

To my little Internet Stalking “friend”: Get a freakin’ life!!!!! I’m more than sure that there’s a shrink that can cure you of your obsession, be it the picture of the guitar, or getting a hold of me for that picture of the guitar. Either way, this is the most that you are going to hear from me for now. However, I will give you this warning: If I so much as hear from you again in a roundabout way, I will not only mention you by name in a blog entry, but I will also post your email address and encourage everyone I know to tell you what a yutz you are. And that’s after I turn the information over to INTERPOL!

And if you want a picture of one of my guitars you can get it here:

Occupation: Forum Troll Abuser!

October 3, 2008

Here’s the pot calling the kettle black: a forum troll who had nothing better to do except call everyone incompetent and then lob insults at me trying to make himself look better, got called and couldn’t deliver. He then has the balls to cry personal abuse. What a piece of work.

The dude couldn’t even back up any initial argument that he stated. He got called on it… simple as that. If you’re going to make an argument, back it up. Don’t go lashing out insults and then cry when you get put in your place. That is the poster boy of a forum troll.

To the forum troll on the Line 6 forum: you were not abused. You were abusive. Learn the difference… you will get called on it. Next time you are asked to back-up your points, refrain from the personal attacks. If you swim in the shark tank, you will get bitten!

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