Tuesday, October 29, 2013
Monday, October 21, 2013
Just wanted to share a cool story with everyone and just show you how awesome our God is..A few months ago I picked up an acoustic guitar at a yard sale that some friends were having that were relocating to another town..I had a young gentleman come by this afternoon and bought it from me...I showed him a few chords and I noticed he had tears in his eyes as he began to play it and I asked him if he was ok and he told me to look at the head stock...It was a J. Reynolds Brand guitar and he proceeded to tell me that his Dad also played guitar and had passed away at the age of 57....He then rolled up his shirt sleeve and showed me a tattoo that read J. Reynolds...His Dad's name was James Reynolds and he felt that it was just meant for him to have that guitar.He wants to learn to play it and write a song about his Dad....So Taco and Kerri Bill..just know that God had a plan when you left your friends and family here in Comanche because thanks to the two of you your actions made a difference in a young man's life this evening...God bless you both...DB
Thursday, October 17, 2013
With the holidays fast approaching, my mind begins reflecting on my memories of growing up in a small Texas town and family and of course music. It was a simpler time and I remember as kids our parents worked hard to make us kids a loving home, a home where I was born and raised where we made many Thanksgiving and Christmas Day memories. David was the oldest, then William, Donnie, me and our little sis Mary Lou.We grew up on a small dirt road across from a dairy on Mill St. in Comanche Texas. We didnt have as much as some and if we were poor no one ever told us. I have fond memories of Mom in the kitchen cooking and Dad working in the garage..usually on a lawn mower or his old truck. My sister Mary Lou was in her room taking care of her baby dolls, my oldest brother David was outside working on his old 55 Chevy and you could usually find me and my other two brothers making music, me on guitar, Donnie on piano and William on drums...On a good day our dear friend Mike Stapp would join us on bass guitar...on a really good day our friend Bud Parker from San Angelo would join us. We didnt have lots of equipment in those days and more times than not we had to rig up a microphone stand which usually consisted of an old cheap Radio Shack microphone duct taped to a broom handle..I remember Mom came in the room one day and we were jamming away and we stopped as she spoke these words ever so softly.."One day you boys are going to sweep the Nation" referring to her broom rigged up as our make shift microphone stand..Our parents were so supportive of us and I remember back then we had only one grocery store in town that also sold records and when all of the other kids that I knew were waiting for the next big thing G.I. Joe or the new Daisy B.B. gun to hit the shelves at the local Western Auto Store, I was happy to get my hands on a record album..Once a week we would load up and go with Mom and Dad to the store and I couldnt wait to get to the record rack..I was allowed to buy one record a week which was usually a Charley Pride, Glen Campbell, Mel Tillis, Jerry Lee Lewis and the list goes on.....I couldnt wait to get back home and rip the plastic off that album, put on the record player and attempt to play along with it..I remember on Saturday evenings we would play and cars would line up on that old dirt road and people would sit and listen to us as we played for what seemed like hours...Speaking of Bud Parker......In my next segment I will be telling you stories about how we all got started in music our first instruments and influences.as well as the first time I got my first electric guitar and my first Creedence Clearwater Revival album..so many memories so little time!!!.....To be continued.