CAN YOU FEEL IT

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

Well it sure has not felt like spring yet, the wind she blows cold still. Soon right?

Now on to the show. This week I want to brag about my editor, my good friend Michelle. You would have to know her to see what a kind, vibrant and very smart woman she is. She and her youngest son just ran a 10k race. Chelle has had some back issues of late and she was worried she may not be able to do it.  But, those of us who know her never doubted. Well done to both of you in beautiful British Columbia.  Everyone get home safe.

WHOA! That was a lot of writing already. If only for a moment, let’s close our eyes and our thoughts…and rest. Until next we meet at the starting gate, some thoughts  I call….

A TUG AT MY HEART

article-2142838-00696C5D00000258-620_468x392It was windy, cold, and rainy that Tuesday morning. I was walking through the park and  remembered two young guys, laughing, yelling at the girls. Dreaming their dreams; they were going to be rock stars. I wonder if they did; I never heard. It is odd, don’t you think, the memories that a cold wind bring to mind.

( NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

A REASONABLE DAY

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

I have had a busy week.  Easter was quiet, though I went for a walk yesterday and of course ended up at  the blues jam. Played a couple of tunes and then home in an hour cooking supper. The sun felt warm, and that was nice.

You know, as a rule I don’t comment on tragedy. But this terrible loss of five young people, five young minds and one more other life gone  weighs heavy on my heart.

Alright, this week the band starts gearing up for our next show in Calgary. It’ll be a hoot I’m sure.

Hope you all had a good Easter.  Now I fear Monday is looming so,  if only for a moment, close your eyes and your thoughts and…rest.  Until we meet up at the lunch counter at the soda shop..that’s all. Here is a little piece of time from my tale…

GOODBYE OLD BOY

Jiffys

Jiffy’s in 1946, oh so long ago.  But as they all sat, a walker, three canes, and a lot of tired eyes. Yet once they were vibrant and Jiffy’s was jumping. Every Saturday night we would all be dancing to the sounds of  Teddy Flint and his all around good time band. Why in ’46 you couldn’t buy a new car, ’cause of the war, they used the steel, we gotta wait. And ladies’ nylons were sure hard to find too. Though I’m here to tell you, you could buy a suit with two pairs of pants for about 28 dollars. That’s where Jiffy’s came in.  That’s all

( NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

AND THE WIND WHISPERED SUNDAY

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

Well here we are, another week gone, still waiting for it to really be spring.  You know, warm weather and all the snow gone. Anyway, at least I am writing again.  I started three different stories,  so one by one I’m getting them done.

I have been weary of late,  seem to have a lot on my plate.  Though now I am back from the grey, feeling adjusted once again. For those of you who are differently-abled  like me,  I  want you to know that although it is taking what must seem a lifetime for some of us to feel true acceptance, it will happen.

Until I see you at the barber shop, some thoughts.

A  RIDE ON THE BUS

OLD MAN ON BUS

It was a Wednesday, or it could have been a Saturday.  I got on a bus downtown. I did not need the bus, I just felt like it was sunny, the wind was cool, it was right.  As the bus turned and weaved, I watched all the people on and off the bus. On the bus, eyes darting almost to music, first left then right, as the movement on the street intensified.  I felt I was watching something unique.   And I was, I was watching us.

That’s all.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

 

By jamesghutcheson

A RUSH OF EMOTION

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

Well, the concert went well. The Hub is a hard room for sound so even with my best effort I had to abandon the real drums and play the electronic set.  That saved the show.  Even so, I feel the magic of that night, at least for me, was anticlimactic. Oh well, next time.

So now back to writing. With the weather getting nicer every day, soon I will be back on my deck where I seem to do the bulk of my writing. As the soft winds blow warmth into my tired soul I feel strength return to my body and beauty to my mind.

Now it is our time,  if only for a moment, to close our eyes and our thoughts-… and,  rest. Until we next we meet at the big parade, here is a little of a tale I call…

GOODBYE OLD BOY

harry and mary

 Harry and Mary still live in the house where they raised their family. Mary would sell, but Harry–never.  One of Harry’s favorite sayings went something like,  “I’ll tell you Mary, way back in 1946 we were looking real good”.  Mary turns to Harry, takes his hand and says softly, “Oh Harry, you remind me of a doughnut. The fluffy part is fun to hug,  just like you. But the hole in the middle is where your darn memory fell out.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson

THE MAGIC OF SPRING

HI EVERYONE, EVERYWHERE,

I don’t understand it; it is truly a magical time for all of us.  Spring is here, but I am still waiting for some warmth. You know winter comes every year and we try to make the best of it. Really though, this one has been harder than I remember. Hopefully this winter is almost over.

Okay now, this has been my week.  Monday we had Shaw Cable TV filming the band, Wednesday we had The Advocate newspaper people down shooting pictures and interviewing  us.

I’m sorry, here’s one more plug for my band, Soulful Noize. The concert is this Friday at the Hub,  Ross Street downtown,  7PM-9PM. Tickets are  $15  per person or $30 for the whole family.  That’s all.

On a personal note, when I started this web site and blog I had no real expectations. As of March 28 I have had over 1,230 hits on my web and almost 900 on my blog.  Not bad for someone like me.  Thank you!

Finally, let us close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Well, that’s it until next we meet at that cafe. You know, the one by that swaying willow tree.  I leave you with a couple of lines of a little tale I call

POOR CECIL CRUMBLY’S TERRIBLE DAY

Sad-Clown

Now, Cecil’s daughter Vicki is at the cash register. Of course she’s busy texting her boyfriend Bennie Flummer. While she’s texting she is trying to figure out how to work the cash register.

“At this point, at least from my view”, says Buster Greycloud, “poor Cecil looks ready for the rest home.   That’s it.

(NEVER EVER GIVE UP)

By jamesghutcheson