Am I back? Is this thing on?

hapa_angel · 12-30-2004, 02:55 AM

*hugs*

I'm sorry we had a clashy/blah convo...

We'll just have to remedy that another day.

Goodnight, Galen. Love and hugs and all that jazz.

guitarfan01 · 12-30-2004, 09:58 PM

Chords for a happy song (ska).

Cm7 Cm7 G7 G#7 (x3) Bb7

B E A E (xwhatever) F# A

Repeat as desired. Write lyrics.

hapa_angel · 12-30-2004, 11:37 PM

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Originally Posted by Galen

Write lyrics.

Is that a command to your blog readers or a note to yourself?

Meaning, I could lyricize that if you were to insist so.....

*hugs* How are you today, Galen?

hapa_angel · 01-02-2005, 02:50 AM

Thanks for talking about my lips and my zits.

Have a safe trip tomorrow. *hugs* I'll be praying for that situation.

guitarfan01 · 01-04-2005, 07:17 PM

Thanks, Rachel.

The trip was pretty much uneventful, as I told you. We got home safely, happily, and enjoyably.

**Leboman** · 01-04-2005, 07:37 PM

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Originally Posted by hapa_angel

Thanks for talking about my lips and my zits.

Have a safe trip tomorrow. *hugs* I'll be praying for that situation.

I ain't even gonna say what I THOUGHT that said.....

guitarfan01 · 01-06-2005, 12:31 AM

*ignore this*

Riff I just wrote for Erika's song "Can't Steal Jesus" (music v2.0). It should be about 3/4 the tempo and an octave down. Key: Em, I believe. The Prayer Chain style. Or The Cure... iunno. I like TPC better.

guitarfan01 · 01-08-2005, 01:44 AM

A RETURN TO NONCHEAP BLOGGING! YAY!

God woke me up this morning in time for Mom to take me into town today (7 AM). I am quite serious about Him doing it, because I didn't set an alarm, I went to bed at about 3:45 in the morning, and both Mom and Curran forgot to get me up. In the car, after a (civil) argument about whether or not she should be privy to my entire situation academically and financially, she dropped me off at Dad's apartment, where I watched yesterday's Smallville, Fullmetal Alchemist, and Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex. On the same tape is a CMT Crossroads with John Mayer and Brad Paisley that I am very much looking forward to watching.

Anyway, since I only had three and a quarter hours' sleep, I took an hourlong nap before waking up around 11 to help Dad pack for his planned afternoon hunting trip with Curran. It took us three hours to find everything and get it into the car. Of course, he never got the phone call to confirm that there would be anyone at the house to let them onto the lease, so that was canceled.

So around 2:30, we set out to get my errands done. First, we went to the bank, so I could cash my Christmas checks. Then, we went to Wal-Mart, so Dad could pick up some pictures he had dropped off for processing. I went to browse among the CDs and picked up The Best of Jethro Tull and John Mayer's Room for Squares. Then Dad came up and opened the picture packet. Lo and behold, they were my long-lost pictures from my Mexico mission trip! YAY! We then went to Target to return the small, wimp-speakered CD stereo/alarm radio Mom got me for Christmas, and looked at more powerful versions. I ended up buying the new Flogging Molly CD, within a mile of home, so I could try out the various players on display, haha. I bought a pretty nice one, I think. 5-disc changer, nice sound, pretty even response: much better than just listening on my headphones, although if I get a good pair of headphones, it has a headphone jack as well. Also, it has RCA line inputs, for either a cassette deck, or... dum dum dum, A TURNTABLE! One of which I would love to get. (but I also need some vinyl, baby!) Next, Dad took me over to the Campus Post Office, where my mailbox was empty as usual.

So depressing...

When we got back, we ate some pizza and watched some Stevie Ray Vaughan Live at Montreaux Jazz Festival 1982 DVD. Then I came upstairs to make my mix for the CGR Mix CD Club and boy is it a good one, IMHO... the songs seem to flow and clash brilliantly, so it should be a major pleasure to listen to (this is the hoped-for result, anyway, as well as introducing some people to some excellent new music)... I didn't put any Phil Keaggy on there (major surprise) and neither did I put any songs by The Choir (another surprise). I meant to, but they didn't fit on this one. I will not post my tracklist now, but suffice to say that it includes Star Trek theme music, a song by The Prayer Chain, a Chicago song and a Blindside song back to back, and some Irish folk punk, among other things. While I was doing this, Dad went to go pick up Curran and Leah from Mom's house.

I imagine this was rather boring for you to read. I've returned to noncheap posts, maybe I'll return to some more interesting thoughts on Christianity like I used to post back in the day. What do I think started this off? Well, it may have had something to do with reading my old blog yesterday and marveling at the difference in post styles, and in the difference in my attitude. And do you know what? I'm beginning to think I've been saved for longer than this last year. Of course, there was some deceit and especially exaggeration... but a lot of it was completely honest. I was much less controlled last year, I think... screaming obscenities and things at inopportune times... but God used all of that for good, as He does. He is so beautiful, this God we serve, this God that has redeemed us. Redemption is one of my favorite words... it means so much more to me than forgiveness, because redemption, to my mind, means not just the dismissal of sin, but the reparation of the conditions that led to it and followed from it... to redeem something is to exchange something of no value for something of great value, for example, silver certificates in pre-FDR times: every dollar bill was a certificate of ownership of so many ounces of silver or gold, and the paper itself was worthless. A person could go to the bank, and exchange the worthless paper for the precious gold or silver. Our relationship with God is much like that... through the Holy Spirit, God has given us the ability to go to Him and exchange our worthless, hell-bound, pitiful, poor, nasty, brutish, and short lives, and recieve a precious life, bound to the Holy Spirit, rich in love, beautiful in creation, and infinite in length. Completely amazing.

God bless you all.

Galen

P.S. Well, reading that over, it looks like I've answered my own question: I'm finally back after all!

swim2112 · 01-08-2005, 02:03 AM

YAY!! I am glad that you are back!! I really enjoyed reading your super long post!!

I really like it when people post personal things...

Did you like GTS?

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In the car, after a (civil) argument about whether or not she should be privy to my entire situation academically and financially,

What did you guys decide?

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Flogging Molly

Who is that?

I like pizza

My roommate always get pepperoni and black olives... it is really good

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Tonight for dinner... *I* had an apple and a banana

... I think that I already told you that though

guitarfan01 · 01-08-2005, 02:21 AM

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Originally Posted by swim2112

YAY!! I am glad that you are back!! I really enjoyed reading your super long post!!

I really like it when people post personal things...

Did you like GTS?

I definately did. The talking Texan android body was hilarious, for one thing... and the rest of it was good. I do wish they had developed the Major's character and how she reacted to the similarity of the little girl's plight to her own childhood malady a little more, but I suppose there's only so much you can do in a 30-minute episode.

Quote:

What did you guys decide?

Well, I didn't want her to, and she decided she would go to the financial aid and admissions people to find out herself.

Quote:

Who is that?

An Irish folk-punk band. www.floggingmolly.com

Quote:

I like pizza

My roommate always get pepperoni and black olives... it is really good

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My olives were green tonight, but I like black too.

Quote:

Tonight for dinner... *I* had an apple and a banana

... I think that I already told you that though

You did indeed... thanks for the post, Lindsey!

Galen

guitarfan01 · 01-08-2005, 04:17 PM

so he threw me a slide and it slipped onto my finger; he said, "nice catch, kid, now go cut some butter" (i felt my stomach start to flutter). with the guitar around my neck like a noose high up off the deck, swinging to and fro, a hung john doe sputtered and died (on the coast guard cutter). his partner screamed and spilled his guts (as well as contents there) into the storm: quadruple murder, read the form - but i digress (the stage is a mess, please step over the clutter): my heartbeat thumped and skipped and bumped in time with the drummers drums and there i was, about to play my very first song on that day. "life was filled with guns and war" but did everyone truly get trampled to the floor? what did i sing (six sixty six), what did I bring beyond the dirty tricks that came from behind the wing? just a soft acoustic guitar, a song i knew well, and didn't falter on the way to hell - a hole into which I fell joyfully, for Howard Phillips led the way. and if there's a meaning, it takes some believing to convince me that i'm right, and when I do, i'm likely wrong, no matter the contents of the song.

Inspired by a vision/dream I had as I was trying to go to sleep this morning, and the first time I played music in public.

guitarfan01 · 01-08-2005, 06:59 PM

New Song.

swim2112 · 01-08-2005, 07:01 PM

I like it!!

guitarfan01 · 01-09-2005, 10:40 PM

I've been thinking that maybe I shouldn't post lyrics and stuff anymore, because everytime I do, I am consumed with a desire for applause and appreciation, and it makes me sick. Pray for me.

Galen

**Leboman** · 01-09-2005, 11:09 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by guitarfan01

I've been thinking that maybe I shouldn't post lyrics and stuff anymore, because everytime I do, I am consumed with a desire for applause and appreciation, and it makes me sick. Pray for me.

Galen

Stop with the silly talk....keep posting.