You ever see one? Ever talk to one? Maybe you even know one? I’m talking about that argumentative, fist shaking get off of my lawn cantankerous old man! You know the kind? Always talking about how the “Good old days!” were so much better than today? Well we got one of our very own and today he’s going to rant about how food was better back in his day. Best put the children to bed first though! Our Grumpy old man can get riled up at times and has been known to use some —let’s say? — old colorful language. Continue reading “GRUMPY OLD MAN: Food Rant”
As a band, when you hit that stage you’re never really sure of what’s going to happen. Every night, every time, is a little different. There’s only so much you can control and the rest is in the hands of fate. This is part of the thrill of playing in front of a live audience. The adrenaline rush of uncertainty. And things don’t always go right! Sometimes the winds of fate blow ill-fated favors. Sometimes — What can go wrong Does!
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Memory Jog is a trip down memory lane where I reminisce and try to replay some memorable times from my youth. We’ve all had moments in the past that today we fondly look back upon. Fun times, crazy events or memorable trips or vacations. The one constant in all of these good-time memories, are the people, the friends, the family members that were there and helped make your “Memory Jog” a memorable one.
Continue reading “MEMORY JOG: Have You Seen My Wiener?”
Perhaps some of the more unique experiences I have to share are the years I spent in the early 80’s as lead singer of my own touring Country Band. — Corky And The County Outlaws! From seedy darken taverns filled with lost hope to the bright lights of elite Country Clubs. A journey of good times and bad, wild nights and long days of travel. So many memories! And the stories — Oh the stories I could tell… Continue reading “Memories of an Outlaw Band”
I can’t watch the news anymore. Nothing but depressing, stressful tales that are slowly sucking the very life out of me. It’s been a bad year, is a bad year, and I long for happier days. Like the days of my youth, adventurous, carefree and unburdened by the horrors of the adult world. If only I could go back and revisit those days of innocence and discovery and escape the social disorder that’s raging around me today. If only… Continue reading “If I Could Turn Back Time”