New Blog!

SO very sorry I have not said this sooner, however, better late than never sooooo............................... I HAVE A NEW BLOG! Yah, whoopee, hoorah, bumboy, yahoo, Gmail?

It is to be found at, http://www.fiddlesdream.blogspot.com.
So now you need to please change your link to my blog because otherwise 'not a soul of this sorry world of joy and sadness we live in, can have a hope of reaching my small corner civilization',(plus pictorial additions to the poems, verses, and long ramblings of no consequence to be found there).

Of Faith and Praise

oh blessed peace and serenity sure
that guides our eyes, helps us endure
like walking through a foreboding tomb
with Gods own Word to light the gloom

as one is laid to earthly rest
and tears flow free and non repressed
take not sorrow so much as joy in life
for one of God has escaped earths strife

weep, yes mourn for one so dear
the will of God is surely here
as Lazarus came forth from deaths door
we shall be made alive on the kingdoms shore

such an example my Godly aunt has portrayed
the trust of the Lord she hath not betrayed
thou good and faithful servant, that doth glorify thy Lord
keep your shield of faith around you and don't lay down the sword

-By Alex

Group 'activenny'

I have recently been wandering through the untrodden fields of never afore perceived thoughts traveling along the train which is intended for the conveyance of such neurological frequencies. My thoughts speed incessantly towards one so prominent in history as to uplift the loftiest poet, yet shame, by his character, all those who are in association with his very name, who have wit enough to see his fault[s].

Guess to whom I refer, if you dare condemn one to such a title.
(btw colorful answers are encouraged)

-Alex(as if you didn't know)

Hi jake!

random thaught

"I have been going through a bumpy tunnel. That is to say, I am at a point in my life when I understand little and try to less. I am more concerned about myself instead of others, yet correction of this is external and never internal."

How do you respond to statements like this? Just reading this is sobering, so how should the response be characterized so as to enlighten and improve the listener?

Or should the response be intended to bring such results?
Hmmmmm?


-alex

p.s. I love fiddle(violin)

CD

what is your favorite solo instrument? That is, what instrument would you be most satisfied listening to by itself?

On the twentieth of this month my mother and I will be going to Salem. I previously went with my best friend Jake Dewhirst to record a solo album he is recording. However a few of the solo's that he and I did where not up to the standards we had intended.
So now we are going back to the drawing board and finish the CD asap.
I am praying that all goes well because if not...
Well, here's a hint"$$$$$$$$$$$$$$",and"Big big big big".

I am so glad that my mother is learning to play again!

At the thanks giving talent show momma and I played an old fiddle song together. She did simply superb!

Notice her excellent posture and beautiful outfit, all backed by the ever steady, unswerving melodious guitar executioner.

P.S. I am the other fiddler, but of course you new that.

-Bu-by now

This is an idea that I have for a song.

Sometimes I go to bed but am not at all sleepy, which gives me the opportunity to think in complete silence(perfect for song writing). The only problem with this scenario is that,being in bed, I cannot play or sing so every thing has to be done mentally.
The only solution that I have found to be reliable is to #1,bite my pillow and sing as inconspicuously as possible through my teeth, & #2, wright the lyrics down on the notepad of my cellphone(I L-O-V-E that incredibly useful device).

But now I will disclose to you my idea from a nights work(my jaw was a little sore).

A Day Well Slept

chorus

sleep through the day, miss what it means
the message is lost, when your in your dreams
watch what you say, say what you mean
open your eyes your eyes, He will help you to see

See if you can figure out what the rest of the song is about.