Vision Christian Band

I don’t do a lot of advertising on this blog site but I’ve decided to promote two CDs. I used to play in a Christian band called Vision. We played nearly all of the prisons around Washington State as well as churches and a homeless shelter. We had a blast and it was one of the best experiences of my life.

The songs are direct, lively, and honest. They are not worship songs or boring hymns. They are very upbeat and about real life — often inspired by our own experiences.

During that time we cut two CDs and still have some available. If you’d like to buy a CD or even just a single song you can click on the links at the bottom of the side bar to the right. Or, click these links: Secret Agent, or Trust in the Lord to see prices, sample songs, and buy the albums or just single tracts.

Part of the sales will go to supporting this blog site. You can sample some of the songs before buying. Be sure to check out the reviews too.

And, btw, thanks to all my long-time readers. It’s been a real blessing to share thoughts with fellow Leuk Fighters.

drummerI’m practicing my drumming again. Since my vertigo issues seem to be beat, I might go for a gig with a church or other venue.

I taught myself basic drumming when I once played for a christian band, but now I want to learn more seriously. So I bought a set of good lesson DVDs called the Drumming System and I’m trying to put in an hour each day.

I was never real proficient on the drums so I’m hoping this effort will make me more comfortable and better at keeping time.

Right now I’m learning how to count 32nd notes and reviewing music notation and theory.

It’s fun to be hitting the skins again.

Hi all. Yesterday I was kinda tired. But today is great. I’m trying to get my chops back so I can play with a band again. I used to be in a Christian band that played prisons around Washington State. It was a wonderful 8 years with good friends. We wrote and played songs about real life with many different styles from rock ’n roll, to country, blues, and swing. I miss it.

Looks like I will be playing drums again. I got a call from a friend (another member of our former band) to play drums at his church. We will be playing worship music which is a far cry from my other band. I’m not a huge fan of worship music as it can be repetitive and, to me, a bit lifeless. But there are some I do like – e.g., “Your Love is Beautiful.” But having never been to their church I don’t know if that is too ‘rocky’ for them. Well see.

Either way, it gets me back on the drums. They have electric drums which will be a new experience for me. I’ve only used an acoustic set. Oh well, I do like a challenge.

There is another thing… I don’t do the church thing much. In fact it has been a few years since I attended regularly. Perhaps this is God’s sneaky way of getting me back in. Since we will be playing before and after the sermon it will not be possible to leave. So, like those prisoners we played to in my other band, I will be a captive audience.

March 15th will be my first gig with their band. It’s nice to have a project again.

Today is my birthday. Since 1951 I’ve  been taking birthdays for granted. Just another year, no big deal.

Then all of a sudden I’m 62. How the heck did that happen? Wasn’t it just a few years ago I was raising my children? Now. all of a sudden they are adults in their 30’s.

And what happened to college? Were did the 1970’s go? My wife now works at the same college I graduated from so I often find myself walking the red bricked paths that wind between the buildings I studied in. Those buildings are the old ones now – old relics among newer structures.

And all the trees are taller.

But it gets worse… obviously the student population wasn’t born yet when I attended college, but yikes!… even some of their parents were’t born then either!!!

My baby-boomer experiences are studied as history lessons. Presidents Eisenhower, Kennedy, Johnson, Nixon, Ford, and Reagan; Vietnam and Kent State – it’s all just old news hidden in some history book. What about music? Janis Joplin, Jimi Hendrix, Simon & Garfunkel, The Doors, Cat Stevens and the Beach Boys are found on very few iPods.

Oh well, I guess its the way of things. Though my life continues to become a history lesson, I’m still around and making history. (Key words being ‘still around’.)

Ah, if only I was dyslexic. Then I’d be 26 instead of 62.

Family and friends often ask me the question, “how do you feel?”

It’s the same question I ask people who have health issues. And I get the same response I give: “I’m fine.”

The truth is, I am fine. I’m beginning to get more tired than before Leuk came aboard. And I can’t seem to put in a full day’s work. (I’m only working a part-time business.) But I mostly feel okay.

There are two reasons for my “I’m fine” response. First, I don’t want to be one of those people who go on and on about their condition. Second, I’m not really sure how to put into words how I feel.

The physical symptoms are easily explained and, for now at least, they are easily dealt with.

[[Okay, so I ended that sentence with a preposition… big deal. It’s my blog and who cares… plus – technically it’s not really a grammar rule.]]

How I feel in my head is harder to put into words.

Try as he might, Leuk doesn’t scare me. Well, maybe sometimes. But mostly he has become a part of my life. I hate him. I wish he had past my doorpost. But he is here and I have to deal with him. Needless to say, it’s a triffle bit more than dealing with the common cold.

[[“Needless to say” is a strange phrase, isn’t it? If it really is needless to say then why am I saying it?… Things that make you go hmmmm.]]

Anywho, in my head I sometimes feel frustrated that, because of Leuk, my life is different than others. Sometimes I feel dull – not sharp (that’s one of those hard-to-explain feelings). Sometimes I worry about the future – how will it affect my creativity, my work, my marriage. Sometimes I struggle with my spirituality.

You probably noticed a lot of “sometimes” in that paragraph. That’s because those thoughts never stick around for long. Most of the time I am going on with my life as if I don’t have leukemia. I feel Leuk physically. I know he’s there. But I roll on with the blind optimism expressed by Paul Simon: “And so I continue to continue to pretend, my life will never end, and flowers never bend with the rainfall.

Hey, why not? The alternative is to whine, whimper, and curl up in a corner. Or, be one of those irritating guests who go into long diatribes when asked “How do you feel?”

So, you ask, how do I feel?

I feel fine.