Whatever happened to the days when people respected each other. I say this because recently I sent out a huge invite to all of my friends on facebook inviting them to my cd release show at the channel on Nov. 7th. I get home from eating out with some friends and I see that someone has written on the wall for the event. This individual wrote that he wanted me to stop sending him invites to my concerts because I am not talented. First of all, I didnt not specifically invite this person, because I simply invited everyone on my friends list. How dare he believe that I have been taking time out of my busy schedule to specifically invite someone that Im not even sure I know. Second of all, just deny the request....dont take a stab at me and my band just cause you dont care for our music. We play for the fun of it and for people who like us ....not to please some guy I dont believe I have ever spoken to.
Brandon Batson wrote at 11:17pm your tone makes me want to send you an invitation to every little backyard barbeque, church picnic, and clam bake that we ever do within 1000 miles of where you live. Hope you enjoy the hundreds of invites to come. thank you BBAT |
Lately I have been completely consumed with all of the political happenings that have been transpiring in our country as of late. Last week was the Democratic National Convention where we saw every tree-hugging, sprout eating liberal come together in Denver to bash the moral majority, conservatives and anyone who doesn't believe in global warming, reparations, or stem-cell pod children creation. I’m not really sure why the Democrats even rented the Convention Center considering that Obama didn’t even speak there. Instead, he chose to speak in front of a capacity crowd in a Stadium down the road. With liberal elite in the audience like Oprah and Bill Maher, who could doubt that his man would be the next………leader in Global Warming awareness. Oh, you thought I was going to say president. No, probably not. I just don’t feel like a black guy who chooses an old white guy as a running mate is going to be able to hold water up against a dying, white, veteran POW that chooses a sassy, gun toting, beauty pageant winning, woman governor from a state where the number one natural resource is crude oil.
But on the other hand…..
This week was the Republican Nation Convention that was held in St. Paul. The Convention was all but cut short by the Hurricane that hit the gulf coast. The truth of the matter is this; everyone at this convention looked like they had just walked off the farm, had a terrible fashion sense, was a complete right wing, fundi freak, or was about to kill over dead from old age. The DNC might have been the most wacked out liberal party in history, but at least the people looked young and full of life. I guess I should have expected this out of the party that nominated a 72 year old man as the best thing their group had to offer for the Pres. Nod. I will say one thing…Sarah Palin is HOT. Oh yeah…she is smart and all that stuff too. McCain's speech read like a Eulogy for a guy he didn’t even know. He knew what to say, but there was absolutely no life to it and there was a disconnect with the people he was trying to rally.
It seems that I just don’t have a dog in the fight yet.
Side note: The night that Bill Clinton spoke at the DNC, a loud voice from the front of the stage could be heard screaming, “Bill, Bill, Over Here Bill, Hey Bill.” This catastrophe was the voice of comedian Chevy Chase trying to get Bill’s attention for some unknown reason. I mean for the love of all that is holy, I could hear him though the microphone for the majority of the speech. I sat there thinking to myself: #1. How did Chevy Chase of all people get tickets that close to the front of the stage? #2. Why is he screaming such things during the middle of an important speech? #3. More importantly…What does he want with Bill Clinton? Is he going to give him some tips? Possibly he feels Bill needs a mint? Maybe he wants to tell him about the post-speech high stakes poker game at the Chili’s down the street from the Convention hall!?!?!?!??! It might have been my mind playing with me, but I almost believe I heard him every other night of the convention during everyone else’s speeches….and maybe a couple of times during the RNC, but I cant be sure.
Last night I played an acoustic show at a church over in Greer. After the show, Philip, Rachel, Reo, Shawn, and I all went for an after show dining experience at Waffle House on Wade Hamptom. As Im sure all of you know, Waffle House is not a non-smoking dinner environment. Everyone inside was smoking like a stack, so it was already a bad situation.
I just got back from seeing John Mayer in concert at the Verizon Wireless Amphitheater in Charlotte. I must start out by saying that I am a long time fan of Mayer and have been following him since he was playing Tremont Music Hall with an acoustic guitar, but tonight he disappointed.
In the mid 90's, there was an influx of movies that all had a common element. All of these movies contained a scene where a middle aged, underpaid, civil servant was somehow placed in the middle of an impossible situation involving the dismantling of a ticking bomb.
For those of you who have been awaiting my newest blog, I have something for you. Every couple of days I will be uploading a new installment of my thought of the day. This is the first episode. There will be more to come.
I am very concerned about my hair. I dont have a whole heck of a lot going for me when it comes to the looks department, so I have to pick up points when I can. It had been several months since my last haircut, so I made an appointment for early this morning. I get my hair cut at Sir George's on Pleasantburg and I am normally pleased with the results for the most part. Today was a little different.
I told my stylist Kevin that I just wanted something a little different and that I felt like my hair was a little full and bushy looking. He took this a little far and basically cut my hair into a woman's bob. The back is nearly shaved down to nothing and the front is about as long as it was. When he finished I didnt have the words to say I was so disturbed. It was a complete disaster. When I got home I did the unthinkable. I cut my own hair. Ladies and Gentlemen....NEVER under any circumstances cut your own hair. Fortunately, I am a trained professional and was able to cut the front in such a way that I didnt look like a complete weirdo.
I am still rather disturbed at the state of things. It wasnt a terrible ordeal but at the same time Im not sure if I can take the tramatic experience of having this kind of emotional breakdown again. Do you find somewhere else to get it cut?...or just trust that next time will be better? I dont know, but I do know that I will think twice before just letting my hair be someone's open canvas in the future.
BBAT
*This blog is in no way a reflection on the work normally done at Sir George's. It is unofficially the only place to get your haircut in Greenville if you actually care about your appearance.
Since I moved out on my own, money has been scarce. When you have to pay for all of your food you start getting very creative with meals. You start walking down the aisles of the supermarket looking not for what you really want, but for an amazing deal on something that meets only one criteria....edible. One of my great discoveries, or should I say re-discoveries, has been the ever cheap, ever delicious...POPSICLES. They come in three different flavor sets: Regular, Tropical, and Diet Soda flavors. Each pop only has 15 calories. They are amazing and fairly good for you. Philip and I recently decided to start saving our popsicle sticks in the hope that one day we will have enough to be able to construct an amazing sculpture of some sort. One of the main reasons I am writing this blog is so that you ...my public....will be able to give us some suggestions on what to make out of the sticks.
GIVE US YOUR SUGGESTIONS
BBAT
Where do you go for advice?
Usually I am the one giving the advice, and if people are coming to me for advice, why should I be asking anyone else for advice, if everyone else considers me an expert. My question is, "Should I actually take the time to ask myself what I should do, or just make a decision and know it is right." It is hard being a channel for sage wisdom in the universe.
In the rare occurrence that I do need some sort of advice, I tend to trust anyone with a mustache. If you consider yourself hard enough to rock a mustache then you must have some sort of amazing ability to give direction to others lives.
BBAT
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i like your opinion because it makes me feel better for missing the show. read more
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[this is good]Obviously you're entitled to your opinion on the quality of the show but how can you prefix your review with... read more
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