First things first, a big thank you to all those who have served our country over the years on this, Veteran’s Day. You all deserve praise for your sacrifice and dedication to our nation’s freedom and I salute you.
Well, I’m all set for tonight’s Sammy Awards in Syracuse. More-than-a-little nervous … but all set. Here’s hoping Master Thieves brings home the Sammy for Best Blues Album (or even Best New Artist), although it really doesn’t matter, this is going to fun regardless. Either way … wish us luck!
My fascination with the zombie apocalypse (and zombies in general) began with my first viewing of George Romero’s “Night of the Living Dead” years and years ago. Which is why, when checking out some of today’s headlines, I immediately latched on to a story relating very low levels of radiation – not associated with Japan’s recent nuclear disaster – registering in areas across Europe. Sound familiar? Sorry, but I get a kick out of this stuff.
In other news, it’s 11/11/11. For reasons I won’t go into right now, this day has a special significance for myself and my closest group of friends (you know who you are). Needless to say, it was fifteen years ago to the day that we “climbed a wall and forged our trail,” an event that inspired more than one song out of the hundred or so I’ve written over the years. With that in mind, happy 11/11 to all those involved in the Taughannock Falls incident … what a long, strange trip it’s been.
Yesterday marked what would have been my father’s 57th birthday and – what can I say? – I still miss the man as much as ever. Me and dad had a pretty special relationship, spending years working together, building the house on Pratt Road, water-skiing, playing table tennis and pool, making music and – all in all – having a great time doing so. I can only imagine what dad would think of my latest musical endeavor and the fact that we’re up for a Sammy tonight. And if we should win this evening, well, this one’s for him.
On another note (no pun intended), I just realized that this is my third blog of the week, not to mention my ninety-fifth as a reporter here at The Evening Sun. Hard to believe it was almost two years ago that I sat down and penned my first, “Old dreams with new lives,” way back on December 18, 2009. My how the time flies by, eh?