Jul 23 2008

Too Easy

Published by jeffrey under Love

You seem so silent when you speak
You cry when you are weak
I cannot believe it is you

The days that follow are not real
I guess you catch me being rude
but you shiver now

Too easy to be vacant
Simply run away and hide
Carry on and wear the dress
That is not mine to give away

There are days that you seem to be amused
Why do you look around and call me saintly

Oceans open up and call you sweet
I cannot believe in this
I think they smell you
Sweet and frivolous
you are very vain

What makes you touch the world is crazy
you love it so
What takes you away from it
is what makes you swim so well…

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Jul 07 2008

Unstable Gak

Published by jeffrey under Life

How can I sit and watch you?
quiet, non-caring…
just eating, by your own self…
cell phone rings and not a flitter of an eyebrow…
How cool is that…
So you dip the eggroll once more
and the sauce does what it does…
and again…no twitch
No twitter..
Calm…
This is your moment to be…
alone…

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Jul 06 2008

Blank Slate

Published by jeffrey under Life

Gawd I hate looking into this abyss…

With so many things to poot forth, I feel…
well, unable to do so with the verve intended…

I will wait for a bit and get back to you…

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Jun 28 2008

Trippin

Published by jeffrey under Death, Love

It is not easy, this day that I walk through
The days previous were just simple manners
My type now is fearfull…
My attitude is more than…’

Stagger has been my way
List and parry is my demeanor
ha! I like that….
My hand is out…

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Jun 14 2008

My Dad

Published by jeffrey under Death, Life, Love

This is my Dad

My Dad

This was taken while stationed in Greece.

One of my favorite lines from the man was…’Jeffrey, have you ever seen the Mediterranean Sea as smooth as a lookin glass?’…What? C’mon dude…I ain’t been out of Texas! You know that!

I know what he meant…just tryin to stretch my mind a bit, let me know there are many things in this world and I am the only fence builder. Excellent!

This is my Mom and Dad at Astroworld circa ‘guess’

My Mom and Dad at Astroworld

Wow! How cool can a man be with his best girl…and can ya stand up straight?

My Dad was are hard workin cat…he lost a lot of time with us, as far as I can remember, but damn it, his family was paramount.

When times to relax came ’round I feel that sometimes he just didn’t know how to cope with them…ya know how that is? So lettin his hair down seemed to be more of a struggle than comin naturally…but hey…

He loved me…

Me and Dad at Astroworld

See…I am a happy cat! What a freakin geek!

Got my Revel model club shirt on and everything…just freakin happy!

The Boys…

The Douglas Men

How cool do you have to be to get a picture?

See where the coffee drinkin starts? huh?

Dad is the Man, Doug is wantin to be the Man, I am just too freakin cool and Jason must just be mad about somethin…

My Boys!

I could not imagine life with out them.

But in February of 1984 I had to say goodbye to my Dad…

The most earth shakin event to ever happen to a boy…

I remember askin the nurse if she was kiddin when she told me…

Aye God I miss him!

I have many stories but this is one of my favs…

We were playin a roadhouse in Pasadena Texas, The Lonesome Armadillo…

A Saturday night I believe, the last of a 3 day gig, the two nights hadn’t gone as well as we intended so this night was kinda like play and get paid, Texas prefers you to not suck, ya heard me?

Anyway, we are set up, shakin the nerves out, havin a beer and one of my brothers friends says ‘Hey, look who just walked in…’

My Mom and Dad had been divorced several years and you know that deep in the heart of any son or daughter, there is hope that they will get back together.

I look up and Aye God, my Mom and Dad!

Pressure? Are you kiddin me?

They wanted a table up front, well I was too nervous for them to be in my direct vision so I asked if they could have a table near the front entrance…not a bad table but remember, Texas, Roadhouse, bikers…shit happens ok?

Well it did. A fight broke out right in front of them. The biggest cat in the bar had had a few too many…shit happens…

We kicked it into freakin high gear! Allman bros, Lynyrd Skynyrd, T-Bone Walker, SRV!

Boy Howdy!

I did a guitar solo durin T for Texas that just rocked and I remember seein my Dad standin, proud…’Thats my boy!’

That is what I mainly remember about him, he was proud of us…

Good or bad, he backed our play…

Now that’s a Man!

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Jun 09 2008

Big John

Published by jdsp under Death, Life

A friend got me to remembering my past today. (Thank You)

It is often that I reflect on memories and of those who helped forge them, but the past has a certain way of lingering in the back of my mind, like the evil monkey that lives in my closet. I like to remember but I don’t really like to think about it.

I have met a lot of people in the mere 43 years breathing. Most of them I don’t remember specifically. I remember those who have helped me, hurt me and loved me, and a lot of the times those 3 are 1 in the same.

Big John.
What an amazing person.
My brother and I were looking for a bass player and a fella mentioned he knew someone from work that played and sang. Cool! I was always too nervous to sing on stage at the time. ‘Bring them over to the studio’ I said.
Did I mention Big John was from Alabama? No? well that really helps in this memory.
Well, we are at the studio about 6 in the evening and 2 guys arrive in a pick-up, the kind that have that loud squek when you open/close the door. (really, I meant squek) One is a tall, lanky good-looking cat with a Steinberger case in one hand, a Marshall head in the other, and a gig-bag shucked over his shoulder. The other guy was Big John. He was carrying the 4/12 Marshall speaker cabs, a 12 pack and a big ole grin.
To these guys there was no etiquette to an informal audition; ‘it was jam time baby!’

We exchange pleasantries, sip a beer or 2 and discuss a few influences. Well I strapped up, my brother started a groove and we all 3 just took off! If I remember that 1st jam was about 15 minutes long, a Texas shuffle, ala T for Texas. We all knew what just happened. Continue Reading »

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Jun 06 2008

Time

Published by jeffrey under Uncategorized

I look across the faces of the people that I know and they all look different. Yet they all seem challenged by the same thing.

They all look  alike at some point…

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