I have been asked how I write songs.  Truth is, I have no clue.  I just do it.  Last month I went on a tear writing more songs than I had in the last five years.  In fact, I did most of it in the space of four days sitting on a peaceful second story deck looking out at the Atlantic Ocean from a North Carolina perch.  Though I did not eat perch, I did eat flounder and shrimp on that trip.

Justin Hayward said it best.  He, like me, does not try to analyze the gift of songwriting.  He just enjoys it.  The song “Nights in White Satin” is a song I can easily play.  It changed the lives of a great many people and it just took Justin a few minutes to write.  He wrote it in a few minutes 50 years ago and it is still here.  It is still sending shivers up the spines and bringing folks closer together than they thought possible.  As I have heard Justin say about songwriting, “It is something from nothing.”  Something that was not there ten minutes ago is now a part of your life.  I can attest.  It is a magical thing.  I have been blessed with the ability to pick up a guitar and in a few minutes come forth with something that sounds reasonable. Better yet, the songs I wrote in North Carolina were ones where I wrote the words and had the tunes in my head and I brought them out when I pulled out the guitar to chord them.  Yes.  I say it again.  I was blessed when it comes to songwriting.

I have songs that I wrote fifteen years ago.  I pull out my guitar and they are still alive and well.  One of those songs, I recorded it in 2001, is a tune I am going to record again.  It needs some better treatment.  It needs a reflective voice…one I can provide now….and not the reactionary one I sang with the first time I recorded it.

In earnest, I have not played much guitar or sang as much as I once did in the last few years.  That is not to say I did not hear things.  That is not to say the music ever left me.  I have no choice.  It is a part of me.

I made a conscious effort when Carrie, my dear wife, and I went to North Carolina in March.  My mission was to write some songs.  They came out like cheese whiz through a water hose.   They were thick and true.They just came out.

I have been asked what I write songs about.  Whatever I am led to write is what I write about.  My base in music comes from the church.  Some of my most cherished songs are still the songs I learned as a child.  I remember singing “Jesus Love the Little Children”.  In that song I sang in a town I love, part of the lyric said “red and yellow, black and white, they are precious in His sight….”  Even as a young child I was puzzled by this.  Not that I did not believe it.  The problem was I had many around me at the time that did not adhere to these lyrics.  I know.  It is just part of it.  Even that old excuse does not make it right.

I am looking forward in my songwriting these days.  I am looking forward by looking back, on occasion.  That is the way it seems to me.  And I am more excited and optimistic than ever heading into the studio this time.  I feel I have more to offer this time.  The first time I recorded properly I didn’t feel like I belonged there.  I was surrounded by quality musicians and there I was.  I felt like I was crashing the party….even thought they were my songs.  The second great recording venture saw me working under the guidance of Tim Krekel.  He played on a produced my next record.  If you have not heard of him, too bad for you.  Chances are you have heard him play the guitar on the radio or at a Jimmy Buffett concert in the 70s or 80s, if you made it to one of those.  I was just glad to be in the same room with him.  The greatest moment I had with Tim was not in the studio.  It was at a gig we played in the building I now work.  When I walk close to the patch of stage where we sang that night, I get an empty feeling.  I miss Tim.  He died of cancer in 2009.  Carrie and I talked to him ten days before he died.  It is a moment that still haunts me.  We played a song one night that I sprang on the group.  It was a live performance and I just told them to follow my lead.  It was the guttiest thing I have ever done.  The boys caught up to me and ran with it.  When the song was over…and I was the one who nodded to the guitars and the drummer to end it, Tim looked at me and said, “Where was that tune when we were recording?”  I will never forget the look on his face.  It helped to give me the courage to keep going on with my music.  I owe it him.  I owe it to the Good Lord for giving me this seamless gift.  I don’t consider songwriting work.  I hear guys talk about how they agonize over writing songs.  That is a joke.  If you can write a song…any song…and make it presentable…just be thankful and keep making progress.

And…in my case…I will keep singing and….speaking the rights.

Danny Johnson

Busy.  That does not begin to cover it.

My inability to communicate on these pages is due, in large part, to my being so busy lately.

We are in the midst of testing season in the Indiana schools.  That is always a great deal of fun.  Yes, I am being sarcastic.  I will leave it at that.  Part of that “if you can’t say anything nice…”  Our state lawmakers would think twice if they had to take a test to be qualified to hold their office.

A good deal of time has also been given to making music.  I am going into the studio this weekend to record some demos of new songs I have written and I also hope to re-record a couple of tunes just for good measure.  It is time.

Until we meet again…speak the rights!

Danny Johnson

As a child I watched golf on the television long enough to realize what was on so I could change the channel.  I was the victim of the stereotype that golf was a rich man’s game when I was growing up.  And no, I can’t blame that on my Dad.  I never heard him put down a golfer.  To the contrary, when he did mention a golfer, it was complimentary.  Dad did not watch golf on TV when I was growing up.  We did watch Wimbeldon tennis.  That was fascinating to watch a game I was closer to…the tennis court was close to the football practice field at my  old school….and the one that would be my new one for that matter.  Golf just was not our thing.

Here is the chasm of that kept golf “over there” for me when I was younger and took into early adulthood.  They guys on TV playing golf had slacks on.  That is all it took.  If they are wearing slacks while they are playing a sport, they probably hold their pinkies out when they drink their tea.  Right or…well, wrong, that was the prevailing sentiment for this game for me and my young cronies.

My attitude for the game of golf took a turn for the best in 1992.  I was coaching high school football.  Our team’s head coach was a golfer.  We became friends and ultimately he showed me how to play the game of golf.  He gave me a hand me down set of clubs and I put them to good use.  The bag was green…about the color of the jacket the guys will be playing for this weekend.  There were some old Taylor Made woods (metal) and they hit the ball true.  I had no idea what had been given to me.  These were some good tools for a first timer.  Thank you, Mark Black.

So Captain Black took me to the golf course.  I then took to it.  Soon after Carrie, my dear wife, and I were married we got a membership at the The Old Capitol Golf Club in Corydon.  I dear friend Gus, we lived in the same New Salisbury neighborhood, joined me.  We played a great deal of golf together.  The Corydon Course is an 18 hole behemoth.  We walked every hole.  It was expensive enough for a young couple to be there.  Paying for a cart was out of the question.  Anyway, like Pete Rutherford told the club attendant on a 101 degree day when he and I were walking the course, “It ain’t a game if you don’t walk!”

To date,  my best 18 hole round was an 84 at Corydon.  I shot 39 once on the nine hole course in New Salisbury.  I kept the card for my 84.  The ball I shot 39 with is just a few feet to my left in a safe place. 5 pars and 4 bogeys.  One of the bogeys was on a par 3 I negotiate more times than not.

And of course I play in a tournament, the Corner King Classic every year.  I have written about it on these very pages.

For me, golf goes back to Tom Watson and Jack Nicklaus in the 1970s.  Though I did not watch the game on TV, I did read the newspapers and Sports Illustrated.  Remember there was no ESPN to screw up what we were leaving to our imaginations.

When Fuzzy Zoeller won The Masters in 1979 I was watching.  He was a local guy compared to Seve Ballesteros or Gary Player.  We could understand what Fuzzy was saying without having to adjust our hearing.

When I was a senior in high school, thirty years ago, Jack Nicklaus won The Masters at age 46.  And we thought he was old.  Well, no one older than that has won it since.  I guess he was.  Phil Mickelson is 45 this year.  Many are picking or pulling for Lefty.

When Tiger Woods won his first Masters in 1997, we figured the Green Jacket tailor could probably take most of next two decades off while Tiger collected the same size or just put on the same jacket.  Tiger has won this tournament four times.  The last one came in 2005.  And he is not competing this year.

When Tiger lost his crown, or got hit in the crown, folks thought golf was in for a bad time.  Yes, rating are probably better when Tiger is playing in the hunt for a championship.  He is Tiger.  Still, the game is in good hands with a great many exciting young golfers.  Rickie Fowler, Rory McIlroy, Jordan Spieth, Bubba Watson, Adam Scott, and the 37 year-old Matt Kuchar, my pick for to win the 2016 Masters, are fun to watch.  There are many more here that I have not mentioned.

And the course at Augusta.  Oh my.  That is worth tuning in to watch.  You may not like golf, but you can watch it being played at this place and enjoy it.  Amen Corner, the azaleas, Rae’s Creek, The Hogan Bridge, it never gets old.  The best thing is that it lasts for four days and looks better the next day every time.  When Sunday comes and a Green jacket is fitted, there is a bit of sadness that comes when the winner puts his arms inside and shrugs his shoulders a bit to get the right fit.  It is over.  It is sad for a moment.  Then I always think bring on The US Open Championship the second of Golf’s four MAJORS in June. Though my second favorite is The British Open…or should I say…The Open. That is in July.

If you get a chance, watch The Masters.

There is a Green Jacket waiting.  I think Matt Kuchar is the man this year.

Speaking the Golfing Prognosticating Rights…

Danny Johnson

I have been asked to hold forth on the subject of The Masters Golf Tournament in Augusta, Georgia.  Life my Dad used to say, “If the Good Lord willing and the creek don’t rise”, I will hold forth on golf and the Tournament that this week I made reference to as the greatest sporting event on the planet.

Yes.  I mean that.  You all know how much I love football.  I do.  I will never get enough of it as long as I am vertical.  Football is my game.  I think all athletics are noble pursuits for those that care about them.  I was raised on football.  My Dad was a football coach.  You know what he did today?  He played golf.

The Masters is the greatest sporting event on the planet because it is played over a 4 day span that lasts all day.  Have you seen where they play it?  Well….enough for now.  It is late and my dear wife, Carrie, just asked if I want to eat supper?  That would be a yes.

Tomorrow we have a date with golf!  And tell a few humorous stories along the way.

Speaking the “FORE LEFT!” rights.

Danny Johnson

As great as this night was…it should have been greater.  When Justin Hayward sang “Nights in White Satin” you better believe I was missing my dear wife, Carrie.  She had to stay home.  She was not feeling well.  If you are thinking it must have been bad…you are correct.

Who:  The Moody Blues on their 2016 Fly Me High Tour

Where:  The Louisville Palace

When:  Wednesday, March 30, 2016

Twenty four hours ago I was sitting in The Louisville Palace watching and listening to The Moody Blues sing to a raucous and engaged crowd.  Know this is not the first time I have seen The Moody Blues live.  What started a few blocks from the Palace at The old Louisville Gardens has never reached an end.  In thirty years I have seen The Moody Blues 53 times.  I don’t regret a second of it.  One guy I know recently looked at me and told me I was nuts.  I looked at him and asked how many years he has had season tickets to see the Indianapolis Colts….his answer…”Well…since the second year Peyton’s been there.”  That’s near a hundred home games, I told him.  He rethought his position.  I really don’t care.

This is what I know.  Last night I was able to have a great time with my Mom and Dad.  They too are fans of The Moody Blues.  I encouraged that to be sure.  When the concert was over my Dad looked at me and said, “That was the best concert I have ever seen.”  He meant it.  Know that Mom and Dad were attending their 5th Moodies show.  This was the one for the ages.

They had a good old time.

Song by song:

1. Gemini Dream from 1981 LP Long Distance Voyager.   Will forever be a clunker for me.  I know many folks like it.  I am listening to Long Distance Voyager as I type this, in fact.  Just not a strong song in my opinion.  It starts “Long time, no see…” and I get that.  But for me they have other in repertoire that are better.  It gets better in a hurry…from the same album comes…

2.  The Voice.  A classic Justin Hayward tune with a signature guitar lick and a great lyric.  A song full of positive energy and hope.

3. Stepping in a Slide Zone from 1978 LP Octave.  Inspired by the mud slides that were produced by rain storms during the recording of the only album the group ever recorded in America.  Before it was finished, original member, Mike Pinder, was out the door and has yet to be back.  A John Lodge tune, it is nice number to have in the show.  A great deal of energy in this one.

4.  You and Me from 1972 LP Seventh Sojourn.  Some call this album The Moody Blues best effort.  It may be.  That is saying something for a record with a paltry 8 songs on it…or is that part of genius?  Here is what I do know.  I like this song.  Moody Blues never hit you over the head with anything.  They sing what they write and write what they feel and it either works out or it doesn’t.  They have never been about media pushes.  They didn’t put their photos on the album covers.  There is one line in this song that I relish from a band that so many folks have painted into a psychedelia-cosmic corner.  The line goes…”We look around in wonder of the work that has been done by the visions of our Father touched by his loving Son.”  Amen indeed.  One of the best guitar solos ever.

5.  Gypsy from the 1969 LP To Our Children’s Children’s Children.  This album was themed around the space exploration of the day.  A guy walked on the moon that year.  The Gypsy is the space explorer.   Fortunately Neil Armstrong’s fate was better than this Gypsy’s.  Great guitar work again.  And the help of the flute playing by stagehand Norda Mullen (a Mississippi girl) is incredible.

6.  Nervous from Long Distance Voyager.  I remember being a young lad listening to this song very intently and very loud on a set of headphones.  John Lodge’s tune is a masterpiece.  I am so glad they took this tune out of mothballs a few years ago and put it in the show.

7.  Say it with Love from the 1991 CD Keys of the Kingdom.  I remember bringing the cassette of this album to my parents dining room table the day I got it.  We listened to it.  My Dad looked up and said, “This stuff is too good for its own good.”  Last night after the concert Dad looked at me as the house lights were brightening up the Palace and said, “That was the best concert I have ever seen.”  It was good for a reason.  Hayward sings it like I heard it at Kings Island in August of 1991 not long after it was released.

8.  Peak Hour from the 1967 classic LP Days of Future Passed.  The middle of the day never sounded so good.  A john Lodge upbeat tune that features an organ that sounds like it straight out of the Phantom and a Justin Hayward guitar lick that sounds like it belongs in a song by the beach.  One of three gems off Days of Future Passed in the show.

9.  I Know You’re Out There Somewhere from the 1988 LP Sur La Mer.  A crowd favorite and the single most favorite Moodies song of my Mom.  She LOVES this song.  The origin of her affection for this song goes back to the week this album came out.  Mom and I were driving down South to tend to some ailing relatives.  We played this song over and over and over again.  The last Top 30 hit for the band…so far.  I was at the concert where they debuted this song live.

10.  The Story in Your Eyes from the 1971 LP Every Good boy Deserves Favour.  A song we could probably do without and one that will never go away.  I would miss it I suppose.  The guitar work is great and the song is timeless.  Just read the lyrics.

INTERMISSION

The only picture I took with my piddly phone.

11.  Your Wildest Dreams from the 1986 LP The Other Side of Life.  I was a senior in high school when this tune came out and it a sentimental Top 10 hit.  It still shows up on radio now and again and really did a great deal to  give the band a shot in the arm.  Not much rocking.  Not much classic guitar.  This song doesn’t need it.  The sentiment of  the song does not warrant it.  One of my favorites.

12. Isn’t Life Strange a heavily orchestrated John Lodge number from the aforementioned Seventh Sojourn.  Quite the philosophical number.  It stands the test of time.  One of the songs I have heard in every Moodies concert I have attended.

13.  Tuesday Afternoon from Days of Future Passed.  An FM classic.  The first single that was released in America for the band in 1968.  Was seen in a Visa commercial a few years ago.  Was also featured on The Wonder years TV show and the movie 1969 with Keifer Sutherland and Robert Downey Jr. a few years…decades….back.  Note about this song is that at The Louisville Palace in 2013 Justin Hayward had trouble with his Fender Strat.  I would not work.  Tech came out.  Could not get it to work.  They did not waste time.  Justin picked up the red 335 and went on to the next number.  In the second set they did play Tuesday.  It has been in the second set of the show ever since and it belongs there.

14.  High and Higher from To Our Children’s Children’s Children.  All about the spaceship taking flight.  In the concert there is footage of a Saturn 5 Rocket taking off.  Graeme Edge comes off the drum kit to take center stage on this song.  This was Graeme a few years ago.  His birthday happened to fall on the day we saw the show this week.  He turned 75.  Notice the photo behind them.

15.  Fly Me High was released as a single in 1966 in Europe.  It was the first thing they recorded after Justin and John joined the group 50 years ago.  There was a first incarnation of the group in 64-65…what many called the “Go Now” Moody Blues.  That was a big hit for them.  The problem was they were trying to play blues music.  Graeme Edge has since said they had no business singing about bales of cotton because none of them had ever seen one.  When Justin and John joined the group they decided to write and perform their own songs.  It has worked out.  Before this tour I had only dreamed of hearing this song live.  I never thought I would ever hear this rather elusive tune.  I have it on CD…but predating Days of Future Passed, it was hard to think this tune would ever come back around.

16.  I’m Just a Singer in A Rock and Roll Band was the last song on the Seventh Sojourn album.  It is the beginning of what my old friend Corner King and I would call “The Big Five”.  From 1972 to 2002 they played this song, Nights in White Satin, Legend of Mind, Question, and Ride My See-Saw as the last five songs of the show.  We knew what we were getting.  There is a comfort zone there.  We enjoy it and we know we can count on it.  When Ray Thomas retired in 2003, Legend of a Mind was gone.  So now it is The Big Four.  I’m Just a Singer is still on classic rock radio.  I heard it Wednesday morning on 96.3 WJAA in Seymour.  John Lodge wrote this one.  He has said the sentiment is as simple as the title of the song.  The guitar solo Justin Hayward brings on this song is his most blistering guitar work.  It is over the top and polar opposite to what is coming in the next song.

17.  Late Lament is the poem by Graeme Edge that is recited on Days of Future Passed by the departed Mike Pinder.  In today’s live show Graeme recites it.  I first heard him recite in 1993.  Like Fly Me High, I was just as stunned then to hear these spoken words in concert.  He wrote the lines while he was in his 20s.  There is one line he speaks and puts a pause to now…”…senior citizens wish they were young…”  It is almost too much.  It is awesome.  This is the lead into the next song.  On the record, it follows the song.  THEE Moody Blues song.

18.  Justin Hayward sat on the side of his bed in the early morning hours as he was realizing the end of one love affair and the beginning of another.  He was 19 years old as the story goes.  That is what amazes me.  19 years old and writing lyrics like Nights in White Satin from Days of Future Passed.  Something was in store to be sure.  It is still the show stopper…literally.  The ovation for this song went about long as it took for him to sing it.  It was like that in 1993 when they played an orchestra show at The Louisville Gardens.  The cheering went on and on and on.  It always does.  This song will, as it suggests, never reach an end.

19.  Question from the 1970 LP A Question of Balance.  Another Hayward tune.  The day before he went into the studio to record this he had two songs.  One he called a fast protest sort of song and the other was a ballad.  The night before the session he took the best of both songs and put them together.  It is easy to understand this explanation if you are familiar with the song.  Part of it is fast and furious and the other part is soft and solemn.  Together they give you Moody Blues history.  It is an awesome tune that gets the crowd dancing without fail.

Encore:

20.  Ride My See-Saw from the 1968 LP In Search of the Lost Chord, which was their second album.  This is perfect see you later song.  It soars and and has a great beat…and a last great guitar solo of the evening.  Perfect.

There was so much energy at the show.  Standing ovation after standing ovation.  As it should be.

The Moody Blues are not in the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame.  I hope they never get there.  They are much better than that place.  Look at the roster of some that are in.  It is a joke.  The Beastie Boys are in the Hall of Fame and The Moody Blues are not.  Did I say joke?  If they are ever extended an invitation, I hope they tell the constipated folks at Rolling Stone magazine to stick the nomination up their Rolling Stone hindparts!

Now that is speaking The Moody Blues rights!

God Save The Queen!

Danny Johnson

It is getting late.  I need to get some rest.  I am excited.

I looked up the last day that I did any proper recording in the studio with Jeff Carpenter and discovered it was October 21, 2014.  That was 4 days before I found out the prognosis of what would be my Grandmother’s quick demise.  I was primed and ready to make some music then.  I didn’t.  My tune changed quickly when Granny got sick and died a month later.

I feel I am musically back.

I am going to see The Moody Blues again this Wednesday night at The Louisville Palace.  Thirty years later, I get to see them in the town I first saw them.  And this is perfect timing.

I saw The Moodies in 1999 and did not see them again until 2003.  I took a break from The Moodies at bit.  I was so busy at the time developing a style of my own musically.  I could not hear much more than the tunes I was chasing down in my head.  I am there again…somewhat.

Carrie, my dear wife, and I have seen The Moodies at least once a year since 2003.  Those guys are hard working musicians.  AI am blessed that the Midwest has been so good to them.

For better or worse, I have style that is mine and I know what it sounds like.  15 years ago I was trying to figure that out.  I feel good knowing, two cds and a great deal of playing later, that I can bring it.  In fact, I feel some of these new songs are very strong and willful.  There is some years behind them.  I am no longer hoping something sounds good.  I think it does sound good.  But…that doesn’t mean someone will want to listen to it over and over again.

I called Jefferson Carpenter and told him it was time.  It is time to record another one.  The time is now.  It will start with demos.  That means I sit there with a guitar and sing my songs while I am playing.  That is the first foundation.  Jeff will then pass these along to the guys that will help me musically.  John Burgard, Barry King, John Hayse, and Rod Wurtele are the guys I hope will work with me again.  I know their playing and they can make this songwriter feel pretty small in a hurry when they start throwing around a musical vocab I have no idea of.  I just write the songs and sing them.  Yes…I do write the words and the music.  That is a gift.  I will give you that.  For me, though, the fun is seeing true virtuoso guys take my songs to another level.  That is special.

That is where we are.  I am going to see The Moody Blues this Wednesday and I will say goodbye to them for a while.  Right now I am writing songs, putting chords to them, playing them over and over again and saying…”I hear that sound once more.”

I am blessed to have the ability…a friend with a GREAT studio…and guys that want to work with me.  It is as simple as that.  The best thing I have going for me is that I am a songwriter who feels smaller than anyone in the studio.  I know…I know…I write the material.  But I don’t really.  It feels more like this stuff was just given to me in and at the time I need it the most.   I’m excited.  To put those headphones on and hear drums and cymbals crash and guitars wail and I reach to turn the headphones up louder and louder!!!!  It is all too cool and it goes by way too fast.  That I certainly remember.

I will keep things updated here.  I certainly will try…as I….

Speak the Rights.

Danny Johnson

In honor of Dr. Millard Dunn, I bring forth a few images to share of Topsail and Wilmington.

He enjoyed the post I dedicated to him some time ago and asked that I share some photos on this trip.  It is my pleasure.

Soon after we arrived.

Sunrise

Carrie and I before heading to Wilmington for The Moody Blues concert.

Market Street approaching downtown Wilmington.

New Hanover High School is on Spring Break too.

A classic looking place.

Graeme Edge of The Moody Blues getting some fresh air before the show.

The Moodies.  Cameras and phones were not on display.  This was the last song.

This morning before I went out to get my papers.

Heading into the South of Topsail Island…the town of Topsail Beach.

The putt putt course.

Godwin’s Store and the new water tower.

The swing bridge in Surf City to the Island.  Since 1955, this thing still turns to make way for sea going craft.

So I didn’t speak the rights too much here.  I hope I photographed them.

Danny Johnson

I just finished one of the finest meals I have ever partaken.

My dear wife, Carrie, made flounder, fried shrimp, onion rings, and hush puppies.  We bought the flounder and the shrimp from nearby Thomas’ Seafood Market.  We are looking at the Atlantic Ocean right now.  The fish is as fresh as it is going to be.

I am a fortunate man.  My dear Carrie likes to cook on occasion.  I am glad tonight was one of those special occasions.  These vittles were unreal.

Kids, these were the leftovers.  Am I gonna have a nice sandwich tomorrow, or what?

This morning Carrie and I were ready to head to the NC Aquarium at Fort Fisher.  you could look it up.  We had a good time and we saw some strange sea critters and met some very nice people.

The wind was blowing as we took this picture near the Swing Bridge in Surf City, NC.

This is a good shot of the bridge.  It raises up and swings sideways to let large boats pass through the canal below it.  There is talk of doing away with it and making something more modern.  I hope it remains talk.

This evening I don’t know if I have ever seen such lovely shades of blue before.

The moon trying to make progress over the water.  That is him, that little speck on the right.

So yes, I am thankful for such a great day to be able to spend with my sweet Carrie.

Like I am not sure why Nolan Ryan was able to throw as baseball over 100 mph, I am not sure why I have been so blessed when it comes to so many things.  What do I mean?  Well, tomorrow night The Moody Blues are playing a concert just a few miles down the road from where I took these pictures today.  Carrie and I will be there.  We just happened to be on Spring Break when the Moodies scheduled a show here.  I don’t think it is a coincidence.  I will call myself thankful.  And along the way, I hope to…

Speak the Rights.

Danny Johnson

My dear wife, Carrie, made me the best pan of grits ever consumed today around noon.  I ate them for “brunch”?  I don’t know if I have ever had brunch before today.  If I have, no one ever told me that was what I was eating.  Brunch, that is.

Carrie and I got up about 6 AM this morning.  Neither one of us was hungry.  Looking at the Atlantic Ocean churning at 7:16 when the sun rose, I am sure, behind miles of clouds and darkness.  It was not a great sun rise.  It was a great morning nonetheless.

I wasn’t hungry this morning because before I went to bed last night I ate a bowl of ice cream.  I don’t do that very often.  I think the last time I did was along this very coast the last time we were here.  Before the ice cream I ate some barbecued ribs.  The crab dip was good too.  Should I go on?

So we didn’t eat breakfast.  I filled up on the Star-News of Wilmington, The News-Observer from Raleigh, and the Jacksonville Daily News.  Three good Sunday papers.  So I just got through one of them before we went to church.

Our church away from home, Faith Harbor United Methodist Church.  Rev. Duke Lackey is the pastor.  He spoke this Palm Sunday.  He reminded us of Jesus’ edict :COME, FOLLOW ME. Kids came through the sanctuary carrying palms.  The songs we sang we awesome.  We celebrated confirmations of about ten young people.  The service lasted nearly two hours and it seemed like we had to leave about them time we sat down.  That is some good worship.  Amen indeed.  When we walked out we lamented that it would be a long time before we would be back for another service.  The place is special to us.

We came back to our place and it was time for breakfast.  Carrie poached me an egg.  We had toast, ham, and my awesome grits.  It was a great morning.  It may be 47 degrees along this piece of North Carolina coast right now…but our hearts our warm and thankful.  Having a home away from home is a special thing to be a part of.  Carrie and I found that here many years ago.  Thanks in part to our old friend, Tim Krekel, we found this little strip of “Happy Town” that we are blessed and fortunate to get to visit now and again.

So what gives the rest of the day?  NCAA basketball tourney watching is probably out.  Anything after watching the Hoosiers defeat the Wildcats yesterday afternoon is anti-climactic.  I have a John Fogerty autobiography to read.  I have a great deal to write about.  And thankfully, I will be checking in here again sooner rather than later.

Grits for breakfast in the morning, to be sure.

Speak the Rights.

Danny Johnson

First the not so good.

Whilst I was motivating upon the elliptical this afternoon, I was mashing through more useless television stations than one could ever imagine really does exist until one wants to watch something meaningful.  Being the political season of presidential persuasion, I do check in on the bastions of political polarization that are CNN and Fox News (not in any particular order).  I saw a pathetic presence on Fox News speaking with former presidential candidate Carly Fiorina.  The Fox lady, Maria Bartiromo asked terrible questions, was quick to cut off Ms. Fiorina and really seemed to wish she was somewhere else.  I suppose what startled me more than anything was the newsperson’s casual tone and attitude toward someone whom has faced more music and needed to be a good sport more than the reporter ever will in ten years of television.

The media folks have seemingly taken a turn for the worse.  Respect, reverence, and civility must be passe.  I suppose they have been made to reflect on values with a hard medicinal swallow.  The political jockeys sure have lost it.  I never thought I would live to see the axiom of one step up and two steps back be recalled as one step up and three steps back when it applies to the presidential campaigning going on this year.  How can a candidate talk about values when they can’t display any values that are worth holding on to?

I don’t know.  Call me old fashioned.  I miss John Chancellor.

Yesterday I bought a Commodores CD.  The guys that met at Tuskegee.  What a sound was on that campus in 1968.  I have always had a soft spot for their sound.  It is smooth stuff.  I am a fan of block harmonies and you can hear some great unity and natural ease in their singing together.  When I was a senior in high school they, minus Lionel Richie who was making hit after hit as a solo artist, hit the charts with the Grammy-winning song “Nightshift”  which was a tribute to the late Marvin Gaye and the late Jackie Wilson.  I remember hearing it on WLS The Rock of Chicago.  It was played there much more than the local market.  I thought it was great. I still do.

My Mother and I have had fun singing “Sail On” together too.  She likes that tune.  The song “Three Times a Lady” is great whether they are singing it or Buckwheat is singing it.  Great music.

I suppose it is time for March Madness.  I do enjoy the Tourney.  I hope the Indiana Hoosiers win it.  They are not difficult to root for.

ON A SAD NOTE…

I just heard that noted author Pat Conroy died March 4th.  What a shock.  He had pancreatic cancer.  A few years ago my dear wife, Carrie, and I were face to face and having speaks with Conroy.  Carrie is quite the fan…and I like him too.  “The Prince of Tides” turned into a movie was awesome.  Conroy, who was a teacher for a brief time, held out his hand to me and introduced himself.  He knew we knew who he was.  He was being polite.  When I told him I was an English teacher, he looked at me intently with a bit of a wry smile and said “I wanted to be you.”  He was a genuine article.  I will miss him.

Have a good week and every now and then…Speak the Rights.

Danny Johnson