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  • Remembering B.B. King – The King Of The Blues

    Remembering B.B. King – The King Of The Blues

    (Image: Heinrich Klaffs) (This piece originally appeared on my old site, Volume Treble Bass, on May 16, 2015… just a few days after B.B. had passed away. September 16, 1925 – May 14, 2015) The world has lost a true legend…B.B. King has passed away at the age of 89. Riley B. King, known to… Read more

  • My Truth: I’m taking back my power!

    What is truth? How many ways can you spin truth? Why is it we see only what we want to see? Hooboy! I could waste my time and yours and blog on that for days. But the short of it: Truth is…whatever you want it to be.  So you say, “But what about facts?”  Okay.… Read more

  • 24 Years Later: Just Another Day in America (by Ashley R. Smith)

    A few weeks ago, my wife and I were sitting in the living room enjoying our evening T.V. when my mom messaged me about a school shooting in Nashville, TN. She was worried about her friend’s grandchildren who happened to live in the area and didn’t know if Covenant School was the school they attended.… Read more

  • One night in a bar…(by Barry King)

    I briefly saw a piece of an ad for some new movie the other day about Casablanca Records from the early ‘70s or so. A guy named Neil Bogart ran that label and we were signed to it (The Charlie Daniels Band). It was spring/summer of ‘73. One night we were playing a bar on… Read more

  • I just cannot…

    The second I saw there had been a school shooting in Nashville, I thought of my friend. Her daughter’s family lives in the area where the Covenant School is. I have been to their home. And I spent time with my friend’s 3 sweet granddaughters a few years ago. Please don’t let it be their… Read more

  • Being Me

    Chatter noise bothers me. This coming from an olympic-level talker carries with it a certain shaking of the head, I confess. But my own constant mind chatter, along with the pesky ringing in my ears, takes up the space that would normally be filled by the words of other people. Maybe that’s why I love… Read more