Tuesday, November 24, 2020

RonDoids: IN ONE YEAR AND OUT THE OTHER Jack Blanchard's Column November 24, 2020

RonDoids: IN ONE YEAR AND OUT THE OTHER Jack Blanchard's Col...: IN ONE YEAR AND OUT THE OTHER Another year is quickly losing steam because like toilet paper, life goes faster near the end of ...





IN ONE YEAR AND OUT THE OTHER



Another year is quickly losing steam
because like toilet paper, life goes faster near the end of the roll.
Even though we don't take autumn in Florida,
the northerner inside me struggles through the annual November self inventory.

I've been busier this year, but less creative.
I've become our agent, manager, and promotion department,
which doesn't leave time for writing songs or playing music...
the things that I think are the essential me.

I didn't know I was going to write that,
but now that I've brought it to my attention,
I plan to drag out the old keyboard and guitar and get back to basics.
As soon as I finish this mastering project promised to a client.
I'm going to write a song even if it's bad.
I need the writing part. I need the music.

I've been worrying about losing those ten pounds all year.
Worrying has kept from gaining more than a couple of pounds.

We don't know of any good bands playing around here,
and we don't like those cheesy new movie theaters,
so we went to the grocery store and back,
and pigged out on Italian food and ice cream.
The life of the recording artist is pure excitement.

I've learned a few small things this year:
1. You can't own a computer. It owns you.
2. There seem to be a lot more people younger than me now,
and less people older than me.
3. You can get immune to political news.

I'm relieved...that the worst of the hot weather is behind us,
and thankful...for no hurricanes at our house this year.
I'm blessed... to have Misty as a life partner,
and hopeful... that we make our music together for some more years.
I'm lucky...to have so many helpful friends,
many of whom I've never met face to face.

This may or may not be the best year of my life,
but I'm glad to be in it.

 Jack Blanchard


Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan

Home Page: http://www.jackandmisty.net
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Billboard Duet of the Year, Grammy and CMA Finalists

© Jack Blanchard, 2019

 

Friday, November 20, 2020

THE CHRISTMAS TOWN Jack Blanchard's Column NOVEMBER 20, 2020

 


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THE CHRISTMAS TOWN



It was the day before Christmas.
We were road tired and traveling westward through Illinois or Iowa...
on our way to another show somewhere.
We tried to cheer each other up,
and said we'd celebrate our Christmas at a later date.

The countryside looked like a Christmas card
through the windshield of our motor home.
Fine dusty snow was starting to whirl around.
and the Interstate Highway was just about deserted.

It began snowing harder.
We needed a place to pull in for the night,
but we hadn't seen anything open for miles.
We started to get worried.

It was getting dark,
and the wind was blowing the snow into drifts.
We pulled off at the next exit,
but there was no sign of life except for an old barn.
There was a wooden sign over the door,
and Christmas lights were on inside.
It turned out to be a little store
with a few groceries, and some antiques for sale in the back.

The owner took us to a little room where they kept boots and snow shovels.
That's where we plugged in our electric line.
Misty made a good deal...
One night, two dollars.

I dragged our small artificial Christmas tree out of the trunk.
She had it trimmed and lit in about ten minutes.

We'd been on a long hard tour
and we didn't have any presents for each other,
so we looked around at the antiques and things in the store.
We picked out a few gifts,
but we didn't have any way to gift wrap them.

Two or three at a time people from the town came into the store,
stomping the snow off their shoes
and saying "Merry Christmas" to each other.
They were smiling and friendly
and offered to take our gifts back to their homes and wrap them for us.
When they came back a while later our presents looked beautiful.

They brought along some cookies and eggnog,
and we had a little party with these unusual strangers.
We wanted to cancel all our future bookings and live here.

In the morning we woke up to snow covered cornfields
and a sparkling forest of winter trees.
An old rusty plow and a wagon
were half buried in the snow outside our window..
It was a perfect Christmas.

We don't even know the name of the town,
or which state it's in.
And we haven't been able to find it on any map.

We just think of it as our Christmas Town.
Maybe it's in the twilight zone.

Jack Blanchard


Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan.
 
 





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