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No Sophomore Slump

I just finished doing something I haven't done in a decade or two. I played several dozen Beatles songs, including I'll Be Back, Tell Me Why, Julia and Michelle, on my (new) acoustic guitar. Picked up an inexpensive Yamaha with birthday funds. It occurred to me that I've never actually owned a real acoustic guitar. The first guitar I ever bought, and it's displayed in the corner of this very room, is not a hollow body, but is considered an acoustic electric. It's not really good for either, but it's a piece of my musical history. Anyway, after the old Ibanez couldn't hold a tune in church today, I determined that it was time for a new member to join the family. It took me about 90 minutes to pick out a guitar and then the salesman brought out a minty fresh one from the stock room. Trying to help the musical economy!

So this evening, I unwrapped the new guitar, tuned it up and went to town. First I worked on what will be the special music at church next month: a little spiritual from Sign "O" The Times. Then I spent an hour with the Fab Four and a fake book I bought at Olsson's in Georgetown during the Reagan administration. I learned this past month that Olsson's finally shuttered. I've always loved playing the Beatles, ever since I first taught myself how to strum chords on a borrowed guitar. 

This morning, I lead the 8:15 worship service in the beautiful Boyer Chapel at church. My second sermon was entitled "Drop Me In The Water." It was based on an Old Testament text, 2 Kings 5, which was a challenge. From all accounts it served its purpose in proclaiming God's greatness. The special music today was Rev. Al Green's Take Me To The River. Rivers (the Jordan, Hudson and Cuyahoga) were a central motif. 

I've got my work cut out for me as I have claimed the 3rd Sunday of every month to preach at church. Since my next sermon will be between Lent and Easter it might be a little heavier that the first two. I've selected John 2 from the choices of readings. I'm having fun, though it is a bit like walking a tight rope. Between the sermons and homilies once a month for the youngsters (and faculty) at Wesley School's chapel, I'm getting my church on. If you are in the L.A. area on a Sunday, join me. I'll spring for coffee afterward. 

A note of thanks to my amigo, Christo, who sent me Prince's 21 Nights. It's a lavish coffee table book that came with a fantastic live CD, that went straight into the iPod. The album, not the book.

In non-musical news, non-church news, congrats to my driver Matt Kenseth who won his first Daytona 500 today in the driving rain. So what if the race was shortened. A win is a win!

I hope that you had a love-filled Valentines' Day or at least a pleasant Saturday night. As for tomorrow: Happy Presidents' Day. My top 5 favorite Presidents, in no order:
Abraham Lincoln
James K Polk
Barack Obama
Woodrow Wilson
Theodore Roosevelt

Peace & Disco Beats

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Unknown said…
Numero Dos has been found OUT! (No, not in a Hollywood Shuffle posterior sorta way neithuh... We gave ____ da fingah! Don't no woman ha' no 800 numbah!)

U r welcome! Now, about that Crazy Logic on that disc... We gotta get a call on with some reasoning behind a couple of those used discs I passed along... Been a crazy good weekend.

My 5 favorite presidents in very particular order... no, wait, you may have other readers who I want to keep reading. (Nate, I'll send 2 u off-line, if you'd like. It'll make u grin. Numero Quattro? Which one was James Polk. Just checkin' I got no cuh-loo!)

And I get my Jesus on, too. I can't, however, say I do the preaching. U should check out an author named John Dominic Crossan - Christian anthropologist/non-Indiana Jones archeologist type. Very challenging book called God & Empire I just got through - man, did it take awhile. I'm not sure I agree with it all the way - in fact, I don't. But I'm pretty sure it would hit you because it's intelligent and it's probably more instictive for you than it was for me.

As for Olsson's, the one in G'town has been gone for years - maybe as many as 10. There are still a couple of outlets around town, though (Fruit Loop area and near Chinatown).

Back to my Disco Jellyfish. And on the Crimson & Clover? I can't get Sam Kinison out of my head on the break. Turn Me Loose.

-Numero Dos
7:42 PM, February 16, 2009
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