Hello everyone, everywhere,

This last few have been crazy, and it’s not over yet. I’m getting ready for our concert that’s coming up on March 4 (at the Hub in downtown Red Deer). Tomorrow I’m back to doing yoga, I’m going swimming, I’m going to try to fit in a quick trim, and then I’m going to try to get to the chiro. Then I’m going to have a shower; that will be about 7 at night, so I can wake up the next morning and start playing at 8:30 a.m. for four hours. And then I have therapy with Alisa.

Though we still have a couple of weeks left before the concert, the band is working tirelessly to get it right because we take such pride in what we do, and we’re earned the right to say that. This band has given me my life back. It’s also made it possible for me to be the writer I am, and with the help of my friends I’m becoming this person that I don’t recognize. They keep calling me a good man. Good man? Oh well, what the hell. That’s all.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Tonight I’d like to leave you with a little story about a little man.


Happy Kid

He was only seven, but you might be surprised. His name was Buzz Ballroom. He stood about this tall. Fine manners, if you asked the neighbours. And he’s probably the Lego champion of the world.  To know Buzz is, well, nothing short of a riot.

Buzz Ballroom’s best friends, next to his mom and dad, of course, are Shaggy and Lazy. Oh yeah, two great dogs. Shaggy likes t.v., and Lazy, well, Lazy doesn’t usually care either way.

Buzz’s mom and dad and I are on the same bowling team. Oh yeah, Bob and Betty Ballroom are the salt of the earth. (Yep, bet your Barney on that!) One day last week, they all came over to my house for a visit. Now this winter has been rather strange, so my lawn was half snow and half grass. I didn’t know if I should start shoveling or start cutting the lawn. Anyway, Bob and Betty Ballroom and I were pondering this thought when I felt a tap on my leg. It was Buzz, looking up at me. He said, “I’ll push that snow and maybe summer will come sooner.”

We all stood there are started to laugh. Then Buzz started laughing too. I didn’t know how to thank this little man for his incredible heart. So I said thanks in my own way. Looking down at Buzz I said, “Who’s the tallest building?”

Buzz gazed up at me and said, “You are!”

Me, doing all this yapping? Huh! I’m Gus G. That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

Today I started out thinking that I had a lot to do. Somehow, between 7 and 10 in the morning, I got it all done. I phoned Michelle and said that I needed a gold star.

I’m swimming again, getting my strength back, and getting ready for our March 4 concert which is coming up quicker than quick. It should be a good turnout:  there’s a lot of noise going around about the band.

Other than that, I’ve just been busy pulling story titles out of my head and writing down ideas. This little piece that I’m bringing to you today is just about a guy who’s waiting at the mall to get his glasses fixed. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest.


Mall on Valentine

I was at the mall on Saturday, waiting for my new backup glasses to be ready. They said they’d be done in one hour. My good ones were being fixed at the other mall. Glasses hate me, so they keep breaking. (I, of course, have nothing to do with it. You’d agree, I’m sure).

I was touring the mall while I waited. They have rest areas, as I call them. You know, you sit on the nice couches and watch the mall walkers go by. Though I am long past Valentine’s Day ceremonies, (being single makes it easier), I couldn’t help but notice all the people holding hands and actually talking to each other. I enjoyed that.

The hour went by, and my backup glasses were ready. As I was leaving the mall, I passed a family. It appeared that the parents were talking to friends. From the skylight above, the sun lit up this section of floor where the people were standing. As I walked by them, I looked up to the sun and then continued my gaze to the floor where two little boys, (I’m guessing they were four or five years old), played in the sunshine.  In the space of about four feet, they were giggling and chasing their shadows.

For one minute I remembered how something like that seemed to be enough to make us laugh. Bless the children, for they never stop amazing us.

Thanks for the memory. I hope it was mine. That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

This week Soulful Noize has started working towards our upcoming concert in March. We’re adding new material, and now, for the first time, we have two full-time female singers, and they’re sensational.

Last night Michelle went to yoga and took her yoga towel and mat and all the stuff she has to have. Anyway, while waiting for class to start you just lie on your towel until the instructor comes. Well, as Michelle was lying there she noticed that something was wet and smelly at the end of her towel. And then she realized that her cat had “you know what” all over the towel. If you know Michelle, you know that this incident almost caused her to have a complete shutdown. Anyways, she said, “How do you sneak out with a towel full of you know what, smelling up the joint. It was the worst 15 minutes of my life until I could get a chance to roll up the towel and put it to the side without anyone noticing.” I feel bad for Michelle. (I’m laughing as I say that).

That’s about it this week folks because I don’t have anything better than that. Except this:  Dean is doing the Polar Bear Swim in Sylvan Lake on Saturday. Michelle and I will be going to see the event. She has to be there, and I’m going for the fun of it.

Tonight Michelle is making me do yoga with her. I said, “Absolutely.” I don’t say no to Michelle. I’ll let you all know next week how I do. It’s very good for me, they say.

That’s it.

And it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Let me interest you with a dark piece called…



Whisper Falls was cold that day. Usually, you wouldn’t start a story with the weather, but it needed to be said.

Aaron Bosto was on his usual tour of the town. You know this kind of guy, peering into store windows on Main Street after closing hours, checking the doors when he thinks no one is looking, making certain that they’re locked.

Well now, Aaron Bosto doesn’t stop at that. Oh no, he also, if he has a mind to, directs traffic. (With a smile and wave, you understand).

No one in town cared much for what Aaron did since his accident. They all just called him Crazy Aaron Bosto. Only in jest, you see. Aaron got it. (Oh, he got it. No problem with that).

On this Tuesday evening, as he toured the town, he had something he wanted to share. He wanted to share his dream, and he thought about how he would present it. He would stop someone passing, smile, and say, “Hi, I had a dream. Can I share it with you?” Most everybody passing would say, “Hello Aaron. I’m in a hurry, you see. Tell me another time.”

Aaron would shout back, “I might forget it later.”

The response was, “Oh Aaron. That’s okay. It doesn’t matter anyway.” And then they would laugh in that sort of chuckling way. “You get it, Aaron, don’t you?”

Aaron Bosto got it. (Oh yes, he got it). But you know, Aaron had a dream. And it seemed no one cared. He did. It ended with Here’s to you and here’s to me. This day we will all live free. That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson


Hello everyone, everywhere,

Well folks, remember I was telling you that I fell a couple of weeks ago. Well, it took almost two weeks to get things right with my body. I went into the studio and played today for the first time in ten days, and everything was perfect. There was no one else there; we don’t start back with rehearsals until Wednesday when Tom gets back. I talked to him this morning and he was in great spirits. We’ll all be back together and we can’t wait to start playing again and for our next Soulful Noize concert on March 4, downtown at The Hub on Ross.

Last week, Dean fell on the same spot that I did, but he did it in the daytime and he could break his fall easier. I did it in the dark. Well, that’s enough of that; Michelle slipped too, and she wasn’t crying about it.

Dean decided that the best thing to do was for us to go to Star Wars and watch it in 3D. I told him that I don’t sit well at anything because of my fibro, and I did leave twice during the movie to walk. I didn’t find it hard to catch up when I got back. Dean loved the movie. He raised his three boys with Star Trek or Star Wars or whatever it’s called. He loved it. I don’t sit well. That’s it.

And now it’s time to close our eyes and our thoughts, if only for a moment…and rest. Tonight, come with me for…



I stood outside one afternoon.

There was a stir in the air. I smelled it.

And the sun was brilliant that day.

Its warmth pulled my closed eyes open, and my face could feel the gentle breeze.

A little sparrow–alone, maybe; lost, perhaps–but I was sure this little treasure was only caught in the moment.

So I closed my eyes, forgot the laundry on the line, put my arms out wide, and took in my mind and senses: the flight.

So I too could dance in the wind with my spirit bird.

That’s all.


By jamesghutcheson