Well, Shoot. I Think I'll Blog Now.

What a crazy weekend.

Friday night we went out and met some folks downtown for dinner and had a great time talking above bad hair-band rock and dodging drunks at the meat market, er, restaurant. Those Rellenos were tasty. Margaritas were potent as well.

Yesterday, we met my mom and sis in Brighton for lunch. It seems that is becoming a routine. I like it, except I'd really like for them to come see our apartment. It's not that scary to drive into town!

Last night, we went to see Drive By Truckers at the Fox in Boulder. The Felice Brothers opened up with a rousing set of slurry, gravel-voiced cajun-country-punk songs with lyrics about murder, drugs, and drugs. It was an uplifting experience.
They traded lead singing duties, and most remarkable of the opening bandmembers was the drummer-a ringer for K-Fed if I ever saw one. "Rocky Mountain Highhhhhh," was his chant during the set. Whee. F'n Stoner.

The 'Truckers were a decent band. Quite versatile in their shift from traditional country styles to Three-Guitar 70's Rock, complete with rousing singalongs; odes to Mama, who ran off with a trucker. And also, they had a chick bass player.

Did I mention I quite possibly had a contact high?

It's quite odd to me, and my lovely wife, how the cities and counties and states can implement a public cigarette smoking ban only to turn their collective eye away from illicit marijuana smoking at concerts.

And it makes concert goers who partake turn into obnoxious a-holes. I couldn't hear the guitar solos over the incessant "Whooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" emminating from Sir SmokesAlot behind us.

We made it home safe and sound, after battling slight driver-paranoia and an overwhelming urge to get some munchies.

Today, at home group, something clicked. Katrina contributed a point centered around asking God, "Why?", and even if we don't get to know the answers when we meet Him, we'll be too awed we're in the company of God to care "Why". In the car on the way home I took it a step further and asked if we could be amazed by God and forget about "Why" then, why couldn't we be amazed by God and let Him keep track of "Why" in the present?

It's probably over-simplified, but it makes for interesting discussion.

Okay, I need to haul my carcass to bed.

Ageless

Psalm 13
For the director of music. A psalm of David.

1 How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever?
How long will you hide your face from me?
2 How long must I wrestle with my thoughts
and every day have sorrow in my heart?
How long will my enemy triumph over me?

3 Look on me and answer, O LORD my God.
Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;

4 my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"
and my foes will rejoice when I fall.

5 But I trust in your unfailing love;
my heart rejoices in your salvation.

6 I will sing to the LORD,
for he has been good to me.




The blues have been around forever it seems.


I've learned some things about myself lately:

I have alot of anger issues. Anger at myself, anger at dad, anger at God.

I have alot of difficulty letting go of my "post parental divorce" phase where I acted out in ways that are contradictory to my intent to be a Good Christian.

I think it's going to do me some good to concentrate on things like Grace and Mercy and Salvation, rather than on regret, sorrow, and anger.

It might take a while, but there's where I'm at.

"New" Stuff

I spent the day yesterday re-re-recording my song, "Completely". I feel it's finally up to radio standards.

Listen here at:

myspace.com/musicianjoelowry

I also submitted it to KBCO Denver and their Clear Channel Indie-Music thingy.