“O Mary don’t you weep, don’t you mourn

Pharaoh’s army got drowned.”

I remember first hearing this strange song in my teens. I thought, “Consoling Mary, the so-called mother of Jesus with the fairy tale of the parting of the Red Sea? “ It was Tennessee Ernie Ford’s bouncy rendition that caught my attention first. To me it was a joke but he sounded so sincere.  It was as if he were saying, “Mary, I know it’s hard to watch your Son die, but remember how God fulfilled His promises to Moses and the…

In less than a week, on March 1, it will be my birthday. (I’m turning 29 again, btw.) Three years ago, I was planning the CD release party of BURN IN HELL which would take place on my birthday. Knowing full well that there would be a large attendance of friends who wanted to wish me well on both accounts, I girded myself for the inevitable cake, Birthday serenade, and gifts that would have to be opened in a public setting.

When I walked into the venue I was hit with a blessing of a different order…

I don’t have much to add to this except that Mark Wahlberg has continued to chew on his foot in regards to the media. Over and over again he desecrates the lives and memories of people-no heroes  who may have done far less but stand for far more then he could ever dream of.

I pray for this silly clown as I am convinced there is some serious PTSD involved. But I am even more concerned with the survivors. Not only of 9/11 and the scourge of AIDS but of his so-called films as well.

If you are unfamiliar…

I am convinced that (in no particular order) Patti Smith, The Runaways, David Bowie, Iggy Pop, Elvis Costello, Lou Reed, Mick Jagger and more saved me from inevitable suicide. Literally.

I was a miserable, confused, abused and bullied kid. Prior to knowing Jesus, rock and roll was my church and I was a faithful disciple. I attended concerts almost nightly, was never without a record (or record player) and a song was always on my lips.

When I became a Christian I would joke that I went from always carrying…

My song, TEN TO ONE has a bit of a spotty history, one that changes, I’m sure, depending on who is recounting it.  Well, my blog, my truth…

For me, it’s like the entire Fleetwood Mac “Rumors” record all in one song.  It’s credited to three of us but it actually passed through six sets of hands-four actually, just two of us twice.  And it precipitated a break up, a divorce of sorts. Actually, a series of break ups and divorces.  And the tension of which can be felt (at least by me) in every note.

It…