The Week Is Almost Over.....

When I was much younger, there was a famous commercial that featured a beautiful woman getting into a hot tun uttering the immortal phrase “Calgon, Take Me Away.” Well, I don’t know if I need the bath, the Calgon...or the beautiful blonde, but I need to escape this week. It has been a very emotional past few days.

First of all, like a lot of people here in Hickman County, I was saddened to learn of the passing of Marshall Leathers on Monday. Since I moved back to Hickman County a couple of years ago, I had gotten to know him and his wife Louise at Church. He and I had several conversations about old-time music, particularly folk artists like Pete Seeger and Bradley Kincaid. He was fine at Church Sunday night, and gone twenty-four hours later. You never know.

Wednesday, I received word that one of my family members was ill in the hospital. Not going into the details right now, but things don’t look good. So, I went to the hospital to see them. It was an emotional night, to say the least. Say a prayer for God’s will for this person. They are very special to me, and represent a lot of who I am and where I come from. So, if the week had ended at 7:15pm on Wednesday night with me somewhere between Waverly and McEwen, that would have been fine with me. But, the phone rang once more. It was Donnie Craig, one of my best friends in the world – who happens to be a Baptist preacher. The reason I qualified his profession is that you don’t expect to hear from preachers at 7:15 on Bible Study night. And, just like longtime DCHS coach Jerry Pearson told me about hearing the phone ring at 1am, when you do, the news isn’t usually good.

And, it wasn’t. He had called to inform me of the passing of Warren Medley. If you’re not from Middle Tennessee, you might not know the name. But, from 1956 until just a few months ago, Warren could be heard each week on the airwaves of WDKN in Dickson. I had the privilege of working with Warren from 1991-2009, and kept in close contact with him since then. He personified all that WDKN was to me, but more important, he was a good friend and influence on how to live your life. In his 91 years and 50 weeks, the impact that he had on Dickson County and the surrounding area can’t be underestimated. His radio career stretched from the days of AM only to broadcasting on the Internet, and from Eisenhower to Obama. That’s a pretty impressive feat, but more impressive was the man himself. Saturday mornings in Dickson County won’t be the same.

So, it has been an emotional week. Work has been as busy as it always is, and I’m grateful. Though sometimes the work load is heavy, it gets my mind off of things, and I needed that a lot – especially this week. More coming up this weekend, including the definition of success - it might surprise you!

Six Days Till 40....

Well....Six Days Till' 40.

This week has been one of those soul-searching weeks. Next Monday will be the big 4-0. What is known as mid-life. It’s funny. Even though time stands still for nobody, we still think of ourselves as young and vibrant – even in the face of aches and pains we didn’t have at 20 years old.

But, time does go by. I told myself that I wasn’t going to let it get to me too much. And, I have done pretty good with that line of thinking. Being 40 doesn’t represent the beginning of the end for me. That being said, it does make you think.

I write a lot about some of the struggles I go through sometimes. Some of those are financial, some are emotional, and some – well, they are a little bit of my own doing. But, over the past few weeks, I have been reminded that they are nothing compared what several in the community I am living in are going through. And, as I have gotten older, faith has kicked in a bit. God leads you and provides when you don’t see it coming – if you believe. He is good. I believe in him, so it’s going to be ok.

This week was a great example of life in my world. Monday was an incredible day. I had a chance to visit with Paul Martin, who plays in the Fabulous Superlatives band of Marty Stuart. It was a great interview, and was a reminder of why I love what I do. I will never say I am the best writer, radio person, or anything else I do, but nobody appreciates it any more than me. I was literally on cloud nine when I left. Then, I met a couple friends of mine for a few minutes in Hendersonville before I started home. I am not naming names, other than to say that if you would have told me I would have an afternoon like that ten or fifteen years ago, I would have laughed. Whether it be a recording artist, or an 80 year old farmer in Burns with a big nose and overalls that goes by the name of “Haystack,” I am blessed to have the relationships I do. But, I was on a high. And, then....I looked at the phone. There was nobody to tell about it. I mean, sure, I could have called quite a few friends. But, that special someone who knows what the day meant...isn’t there. That’s not to say that she won’t ever be. Again, it’s faith. LOL...I have a little bit more faith that my money needs will be met than finding love again, but I haven’t given up – totally. I hope that I am in a phase right now of totally realizing that you can be whole without someone. I’m closer than I was a year ago, which is a good sign.

That’s not to say that there haven’t been chances the past few years. It’s just that I don’t want to date just to date for show, or to prove to myself I can date someone. To quote the title of one of Jo Dee Messina’s biggest hits, I want to “Burn,” and I’ve only felt that way three times. The first time, I didn’t know what it was and it spooked me. The second time, well...just wasn’t meant to be, and the third time, I was a little scared, and there were a few obstacles – like about ten hours. But, it felt great to feel that spark again – even if it never caught a total fire. It taught me that it is possible.

But, I am not looking for anyone to feel sorry for me. I have a lot of friends – male and female – who aren’t with their Romeo or Juliet – and I don’t think any less of them, so I’m ok. More than anything else, I just wanted someone to know that this week has been a great one. From a 25 minute interview that turned into a three hour conversation to an interview today with one of rock music’s legends to discovering a new talent for the very first time, it’s all a reminder of why I love what I am so blessed to do. Granted, I may have my days of moodiness about life – Valentines’ Day is coming up, after all...but life at 40 isn’t bad at all. And, since I really didn’t start living until I was in my late 20s, who knows what’s around the corner?

Just a few deep thoughts from a shallow (at times!) mind. Good night from here!

Clearing The Air!

Well, Championship Sunday is one week away. In about 168 hours from the writing of this, we will know which teams will make it to the Super Bowl. Before I say anything further about that, I feel I need to clarify some recent posts I have made on Facebook concerning the favorite college team of several of you - the Tennessee Vols.

For the record, I am not a fan of the school - save for Pat Summitt and the Lady Basketball team. They have always been the epitome of class and sportsmanship, and Summitt might very well be the best coach to ever do it in the college ranks. But, Vols fans can get a little crazy sometimes.

In the days when they were great, their fans weren't satisfied with beating Coble State Community Basketweaving Tech  - or any other team besides Florida they played in September - 45-10. It had to be worse. Then, on the post-game of the radio broadcast, their fans would always - after a rare loss - say 'We just ought to fire Phil Fulmer.' Hmm...how did that work out?

And, Fulmer was a part of it too. He's a class individual. Don't get me wrong. He represented the school well as a player and a coach. But, remember he got the job when Johnny Majors was out sick. Fulmer stepped in and delivered some big wins during the 1992 season, and replaced Majors the next season - as it should have been. It was Fulmer's time, and history bore that out. But, I would always get lectured at Church by people who were Vols fans about how my favorite team, the Dallas Cowboys, did Tom Landry wrong in 1989. 

That was when Jerry Jones bought the team, and his first act was firing Landry and bringing in Jimmy Johnson. Was the move ill-timed? Yes, and twenty-five years later, Jones would likely tell you that was his greatest regret - the way it was handled. It was Johnson's time, just like it was Fulmer's. However, I have never heard one Vols fan talk about Majors being done wrong. So, there I said it. Again, both moves were the right ones, but could have been handled different. 

More importantly, I love to pick at UT fans because it's fun....(Smile, Candi!) There's really no ill will meant, as much as I am just a smart aleck. So, what does this have to do with the NFL?

Really, not much - in my mind. But, Denver - one of the four teams left standing - has a QB named Peyton Manning. Simply put, when his career has been written, there may not be a better QB in the history of the game. But, because of his Vols pedigree, there are more Colts and Broncos fans in Tennessee than you can shake a stick at. But, (yes, I am saying this!) Manning is class. He never beat Spurrier...but he's class. I hope he's able to get a Lombardi trophy for the Broncos, because the Colts had made the decision that he was old news. (For a lot of reasons, stories like Manning as a Bronco and Favre playing well as a Vikings QB really make me smile. Sometimes, people do have more in the tank than their teams think!) 

I get the Manning-love, when it comes to Peyton. But, Eli? As in Ole Miss? As in never worn UT orange or running through the "T." He's a great QB - tough for me as some of his greatest moments have been against the Cowboys, but why a Vols fans considered his wins over the Pats as "victories," I don't understand.....But, I digress. Vols fans, don't hate me, I just love needling you. For what it's worth, I think Butch Smith will prove to be a good hire.

So, oh yeah, back to next week....Here's my early picks....

NFC Championship: Seattle 16, San Francisco 14
I really am not looking forward to this one - either way. Not because of any ill will towards either, but they are just boring. San Fran has more offensive fire, but when they play each other, it's usually a defensive game that just puts one to sleep. At the end of the day, San Francisco has the better team, but Seattle is at home....so there's my pick. You don't beat Seattle much on their turf.

AFC Championship: Patriots 38, Colts 35 - Do you remember 1992-1995 when the 49ers and the Cowboys games were better than the Super Bowl? That's the way I feel about this one. These are the two best teams in the league, with the two best QB's and a coach in Bill Belichick that might very well be the best to have ever done it. Hate them, like them, whatever, Tom Brady and Company seemingly get it done. I think that's the difference. It's going to be close, historic, epic, and likely better than the Super Bowl, but though I would like to see Manning in the big dance one more time....I think New England is the more complete team.....but it's going to be close....

OK, those are my thoughts. Who do you think goes to New York for the Super Bowl? 

 

A Few Words To Live...And Hope By

We tend to change as we get older. I know I have. Some changes have been for the better, but there are there are times that I think I have regressed as a human being over the years. I'm just being honest.  Aside from writing blogs and making an occasional post on Facebook that talks about personal stuff, I don't really talk to a lot of people when I get upset. I figure that people have heard it before, and everyone has problems - and there are people with a lot worse ones than I have. Again, I know that this week. I've talked to them!

That being said, this is my blog - and you can choose not to read it - LOL.....,so this is my place to vent. It's just been one of those weeks where you want to scream and pull your hair out - which incidentally, is a lot less of a problem for me than it is for others. (See? I am looking at the bright side!)

I am just tired of struggling as much as I do. Then again, I know we all are. But, there have been a few times this week that I have thought about crawling in a hole and staying there awhile. But, I didn't. There are at least two reasons for this. One, I'm a ______ (fill in the blanks, but I will say scaredy-cat, and it's been too cold in the dirt!) 

Secondly, there's another reason - faith. As I have written before, since moving back to Tennessee in August 2011, every time the going has gotten a little rough - God has stepped in and shown me the way. He was there before then, but I was a little too blind to see. (That sounds like an "Amazing" song idea!)....I'm not standing on a pulpit saying how great and noble I am - I'm not. I am far from a Bible scholar, and my mind isn't always focused on the things it should be. But, I do listen and observe more than I used to, and I know there's a higher power. I take comfort in some of the great lessons I have heard over the past few years - whether it be Devin Pickard, Rodney Rochelle, Matthew Hiatt, James Hinkle, Danny Turner, or Donnie Craig, and every now and then I'll hear a verse that makes me think. Case in point:

Jeremiah 29:11-14 / For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you. You will seek me and find me when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you,” declares the Lord, and will bring you back from captivity.

Philippians 4:6-7 / Do not be anxious about anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And, the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus. 

Again, I'm not a preacher. But, it says nothing in either of these verses about needing to worry and fret. In fact, quite the opposite. So, I'm going to try not to do that. God has always been there, and he will now. Besides, another verse in the Bible says he knows the number of the hairs on my head. (He doesn't count very high, at least in my case!) It's all going to be ok. Patience. Faith. I think I can. I know he can. 

Well, closing for the night. I am not trying to be haughty or holier than thou. I am a Christian, but my batting average isn't the best sometimes. But, if there's anyone out there who has had a week like I have - or worse, there's a few verses that show there is hope.....Food for thought!

The Titans Search Is On!

Saturday morning, there was a lot of grumbling going on in the mid-state.. The headline of the Nashville Tennessean made it appear that Mike Munchak would be back for a fourth season coaching the Tennessee Titans. Well, by 3pm that afternoon, it turned out to be quite the opposite. Since then, a lot of people have been very critical of writer Jim Wyatt. If those people bothered to READ the story, you would have seen that the story was factual. Typically at newspapers and websites, the person who wrote the story is not the one who writes the subject header. So, there. Wyatt's story was very much dead on. Munchak met with Titans brass on Friday, and from all accounts, it appeared that they wanted him to stay  - providing some changes were made to the coaching staff.

That's where things got interesting. The coach felt that to fire certain members of his staff would be detrimental to his teams' chances of building on their 7-9 record this season. The fact that some of those coaches - such as longtime Titan / Oiler Bruce Matthews are his friends had some bearing on his thought process, I'm sure, but I have to admit my respect for the coach wanting to stick to his plan - job or no job - went up a little bit.

I can't say that I was a big fan of Munchak's coaching style. But, he has always been a class act, and I hope he lands on his feet. (Of course, he will land with $ 3 million in his pocket NOT to coach the Titans next season, so it's not all bad!) I think we in the Nashville market were spoiled for years by the stability under Jeff Fisher.

OK, before you insert your comments about "Stability? You mean 8-8 every year?" I will cut you off right now. Bill Cowher, Jon Gruden, or any of the "Superstar" coaches that come up each January regarding possible openings couldn't have done much better with some of the hands that Fisher was dealt with. 

Was I a Jeff Fisher fan? Heck yes. Back in 1997, I was PD at WDKN in Dickson, and I lobbied hard for the station to become an affiliate of the then-Oilers. I will never forget how hard Fisher worked to promote the franchise. Sure, he coached the team, but he was the best PR person the Titans had. He had that unmistakable charisma that you just admired and respected. Most women over 35 thought he was the greatest thing since Tom Selleck, and just like with "Magnum," men didn't seem to mind. He worked the franchise, and possessed a degree of fire on the field that Munchak just didn't have. That's not a knock, as much as it is just a statement on his coaching style being different from Fisher, who was such a good salesman he could ALMOST make me a fan of the Philadelphia Eagles, with the key word being "Almost."

So, where do the Titans go next? The name Ken Wisenhunt has been mentioned quite a bit. Currently the OC at San Diego, he has that pizazz that I think would spur some excitement down at LP (Larry Petty) Field. He's been to a Super Bowl as head coach of the Cardinals. Then, there's James Franklin. He has done wonders with the fortunes of Vanderbilt, but has never been involved with an NFL franchise. Then again, the next coaching star has to come from somewhere? And, there would definitely be excitement if Franklin moved from West End to the River. I don't know. One name I have not heard would be Saints DC Rob Ryan. He has the fire, but have his defenses been that great until this season? He is a country music fan, which would be a plus. Maybe the Titans could lure former DC coaches Jerry Pearson and Jackie Bledsoe to co-coach the team. I can't guarantee the record, but a Mike Keith coaches show with either would definitely be entertaining! Just my two cents, which has declined to a worth of one and a half....I'd love to hear yours!

The Excitement Of A Snowfall

First of all, thanks to everyone who responded to my post regarding Brownie. Pets are a special part of all of our lives, and we were blessed to have her as a part of ours. Writing this in Hickman County tonight, as there is a little bit of excitement in the air....as IT'S SNOWING! (Not simply in Waverly, where students in Dickson would always start rumors that it was snowing - in hopes that schools would let out early!)  It's amazing. It doesn't matter if you are a child or an adult. Driving in the snow is kind of a cool experience. And, there's nothing like being out of school...I remember calling WDKN like crazy as a kid, bugging Bill McCullough to death, asking if there was schools in Dickson County. LOL - You know what they say about paybacks? I got mine, for sure! I remember one night during my first season doing DCHS Basketball back in 1995. Coach Eve Hamilton and I were discussing the snow outside during the game - and I said 'As a teacher, I bet you hate that!" I'll never forget her response - the moment where I realized teachers were human - "Heck no, we want out as much as the kids."

Tonight, pulling into the Shell to put some gas in my car after Church, my mind went back to January 1985. I was in the fifth grade at the time. I went with my Dad to Dickson to Super X. (Wow, I am old.) It started snowing while we were in town, and snowed and snowed and snowed. I don't recall how many inches, but the temperature got down to -17 that next morning. For those that might recall, we were hit with so many snows that year that we had to go to school on Saturday three straight weeks - unless you were a sudden convert to Seventh - Day Adventist - like one of my friends (who shall remain nameless!). Looking back, I don't think anyone minded too much. Heck, I wouldn't mind going back to fifth grade for a few Saturdays now - or permanently, for that matter. This adult stuff kind of reeks sometimes!

To be honest, the thrill of seeing it snow kind of wore off. The temperatures are going to be very cold over the next couple of days, and I'm not as young as I used to be. Never thought I would say this, but bring on spring! Hunker down, and stay warm!

RIP, Brownie, 1998-2014

November 8, 1998. It was a Sunday afternoon. The Dallas Cowboys were playing the New York Giants. (It may sound strange, but the Cowboys are somehow linked to the timeline of my life. For the most part, from 1998 on back – that was a good thing!) My mother and I drove out to Lyles to pick up a new dog – a Shitzapoo (?) named Brownie. I remember on the way home she didn’t dare get out from under the towel that my mother had with her. Needless to say, the dog lost its’ shyness pretty quick.

She became the apple of everyone’s eye. Her most prominent sitting position was right beside my mother in her blue recliner. But all three of us had our special moments with her. She was an amazing dog – but, as you can imagine – nobody thought of her as an animal.

To say she was spoiled would be like saying Highway 48 has curves, or Beyonce is kind of attractive. It would be an understatement. I don’t know how many trips I took (even to Walmart) between 1998 and 2006 when I didn’t bring back home a squeaker toy. Typically, she would play with it for thirty seconds, then that was it. And you didn’t dare recycle them. She was way too smart for that! She also ate plenty of human food – turkey from the Thanksgiving table – and microwavable popcorn – one of her favorites. She loved to chase the school bus in the afternoons. I remember seeing Randy Tidwell drive 51 down the road, and her running back and forth until the bus got out of sight – the wind blowing through her hair. 

Over the past fifteen years, she was one of my best friends. If I was down because of my job status or dating status, she was there. But, losing Mama in 2005 was something that I don’t know if I could have gotten through. I remember one time around Christmas, the day was particularly rough. She jumped on the couch with me, and let me cry.

 I moved out in April 2007. But, every time I would go over to the house, I would pick her up and love on her. Funny, a couple of people that I became involved with over the years didn’t like the attention I gave the dog – as I hated to leave her by herself if I was the only one at the house. They’re long gone – but she remained!

 As I went through a divorce a couple of years ago and was in a state of flux for awhile, I would sometimes dogsit at Dad and Marcia’s. It was an emotional time. But, I always had an ear to listen. 

You know where this is headed. Brownie went from this life to the other side this morning. Mama used to say because she was so feisty that she was sent tumbling from the “Hole In The Floor Of Heaven,” a reference to the Steve Wariner hit. (Yes, Dallas Cowboys and Country Music. I know.) Well, she earned her wings. I hope she’s up with Mama chasing a school bus, and eating all the popcorn she wants. My heart, though hurting, breaks especially for my father and Marcia – as tonight will be the first time in years they’re there but she’s not. They have given her the best over the years, and I am grateful to them for that – and the love they have for all animals and me. 

My favorite author of all time is Lewis Grizzard. On the back of The Last Bus To Albuquerque, a book published after his passing in March 1994, there was an illustration of him holding his typewriter while walking into the pearly gates, and all the dogs he had were running out to greet him – including his beloved “Catfish,” who died a few months before he did. I can only hope that is how it is for all of us – to be greeted by our furry friends. If that’s not what you believe, well frankly I don’t give a …. In my mind, it wouldn’t be heaven without them. No pain, and popcorn all day. LOL...Sounds good! Brownie, I miss you! Even though there was that one time you bit me on the nose, I will let it slide!

Goodbye, 2013!

In just a few short hours, 2013 will be nothing but a page in the history books. I guess like most years, you could say it was a mixed bag. Don’t get me wrong, there was a lot of good in 2013. I got to erase a few names from my interview bucket list. Got to talk and do stories on Kenny Rogers, Reba McEntire – two of my all-time favorites. One day, I found myself at the home of Vince Gill and then, an hour and a half later, Steve Wariner. Talk about an unforgettable day! The job took me to some pretty cool places – Vegas to cover the ACM’s, Oklahoma to see Roy Clark on the 4th of July, back to Vegas to see Faith and Tim, and Chicago to see Trace Adkins. I consider myself to be very blessed to get to do what I do. As someone who kept to himself in his bedroom reading Country history books and Billboard Magazine – I am humbled and don’t take one day, one trip, one single interview for granted. I love what I do. I need music in the same way I need oxygen. That sounds like a dramatic statement, but it’s the truth. To be able to communicate my love of it – whether it be through writing about it, talking about it on the air, or a simple conversation, I consider that to be the one thing I know that I know how to do. There’s others that are better, but nobody loves what they do anymore. I have also been able to keep in close contact with a lot of my friends in 2013, and to even develop a few more friendships. That’s not an easy thing for me, given my tendency to shy away and be a loner, but I am glad I have done it when I have. 

On the flip side, there’s been the health. Seven days in a hospital in May / June was not how I planned to spend CMA Fest Week. And, I have nobody I can pin that on other than myself. I had to look at myself in the mirror over that one. There were reasons, sure, but I realized – or am still realizing that depression is something that I am going to have to deal with until I have front row seats to the George Jones / Conway Twitty / Patsy Cline show. One thing I have learned is that I’m not the only one. So many of you deal with your own issues, and as the old song says, “Some Days Are Diamonds, Some Days Are Stone.” The only way I am going to stick this thing out, and come out on the other side – is by taking care of myself. And, I’m trying. It’s day by day. But, the good outweighs the bad. 

So, 2014. It’s human nature this time of year to say “I’m going to do this differently. I resolve to do this more or do this less.” But, by January 15 – we’re usually back to who we are. I HOPE I can get ahead a little bit financially. Though, you do what you have to do to get through with each day – whether Dave Ramsey agrees or not. I HOPE I can be a little more positive and forward in my thinking – though I tend to curl up like a ball sometimes if the least thing goes wrong. I will tell you that just like 2013, I plan on working – a lot. I hope I write as much next year as I did last year. I want to knock a few more names off my “Dream Interviews” list. I hope that my job (s) will allow me to travel more. There’s still nineteen states I haven’t visited. And – I haven’t been to Southern California since 2005.....or Dallas – except for a layover since 1998. I plan on trying to take advantage of every career possibility I am presented with that I can do...and I want to grow as a Christian. 2013 was one of growth for me. I have learned that God has a way, and if you trust in him, it will all be okay. Would love to fall in love again in 2014....(or heck, 2013 – there’s still a few hours left), but that’s actually not something you can control. It just “happens.” I don’t understand why it’s slower for me to happen than others, but I guess it will be worth it in the end. Not going to swear off Chinese food – totally, though I have cut down, the Dallas Cowboys, or anything like that.....Plan on trying to be a better person, son, father, pet owner, “Dallas” watcher than I was this year – and that’s all I can promise.....Hope all of you have a great New Years!......See you in ‘14!

Just A Request.....

..Over the past four years that I have written this blog, I have probably been guilty at times of writing a little too much. From losing a job to going through a divorce, I do tend to wear my heart on my sleeve. This is one of those nights. 

Whenever I have gotten down – about whatever, I have always been able to hit the road and try to outrun whatever it was that was bothering me. That might mean a trip to Denny’s to work and people watch, a trip to the record store,or just a run to Dollar General (Hey, I live in Centerville. The options aren’t plentiful past 8pm), 

But, for the month of December, it’s going to be a little bit different. Tomorrow, barring something unforseen, I will be going into a couple of walking casts. That’s due to a couple of spots I have on my feet that just won’t heal. We’ve tried a lot of things over the past few months, and this is something that was advised to me a couple of months ago. So, as I said – barring something I’m not expecting – I will be in walking casts for the month of December. I will still be able to get around, just no driving.

 Those last three words are the ones I have a problem with. There’s a part of me that wants to chicken out tomorrow, but there are many of you that would kick my backside if I did that, and with a busy 2014 around the corner, I want to get it taken care of so I can get around as good as I can. It’s for the best, but I am a little scared, to be honest.

 Scared of what? If the walls of this house get a little lonely - or the ghosts talk a little loud – I could always just say ‘To heck with it. I’ll go to Walmart.’ Having to plan things out a bit is going to be rough. Though, I will say, many have offered to get me where I need to get to. And, there are actually a couple of trips on the calendar for the month, so it’s going to be alright. I hate that I am probably going to miss some Christmas celebrations / parties, but the trade is worth it. It’s got to get better. I love my life and my job too much to do them at 45%.

 I do want to ask that you keep me in your prayers over the next few weeks. Hopefully by 2014, things will be back to normal. I can imagine that there will be a few more blog posts this month, so please indulge me. But, as someone who fights depression, this is going to be a little bit tough of a month. However, this is my chance to handle things in a different way than before, and maybe being still – or a little more still – for a few weeks will be a good thing. We will see. God is good, and he has plans for me that I have no idea about, so it’s time to trust. So, if you want to invite me out at night to ride around and look at Christmas lights, I might take you up on it....and some Nuts and Bolts....AKA Chex mix.....wouldn’t be sneezed at, either! In all seriousness, thanks for your support!

2,922 Days Later, I Still Wonder.......

It is a melancholy day.

Now, wait a minute. I see what’s going on in your mind. ‘He’s going back to puddleglum again.’

And, you would be wrong. Well, sort of.

As I sit here in one of my favorite “hotspots,” AKA Denny’s – somewhere in Kentucky as I am headed from one story to another, there’s a lot on the mind today. Heck, I’m even drinking coffee. (I used to think you had to be old to drink coffee. 39 isn’t quite as old as it used to be!)

Actually, today is the type of day I absolutely love. It’s on the cold side, and very overcast – with the clouds resembling a huge snow drift somewhere. Christmas is just around the corner, as evidenced by the small stack of holiday CD’s I need to listen to for review – though until Kenny and Dolly’s “I Believe In Santa Claus” first plays, it’s still not the holly and jolly time of year.

Today marks eight years since my mother passed away. In that time, there have been so many changes. Though you never “get over” it, you do put a loss – even of that magnitude in its’ proper place. But, what I am asking myself today is what would she think about some of the changes in my life – where I’ve been, where I am, and where I’m going. (If I had the answer to the last one, I would be happy!)

I have written at length about the changes in my life. And, to be honest, even most of the bad ones I wouldn’t change. I have learned some lessons that hopefully I can do some things different on down the line. I just got off the phone with a young man who is a lot taller than I am who calls me “Dad.” (And, I’m proud and glad he does, though he loves to shine bright blue light savers in the back of the car at night while in Burns a little too much – making me think the cops are behind me!) That’s a pretty good thing. Again, not all the changes in my life have been bad!

At this point four years ago, I thought my career was just about over. Now, here I am doing what I have dreamed of all of my life, and feeling blessed every moment I am doing it. It’s ironic how things happen when you least expect them to.

But, there have been some bumps along the road that I haven’t handled well. Health is one, but I am trying to take better care of myself from a blood sugar standpoint. There are some other battles right now, but I am getting through them – one day at a time. That’s the only way I have learned how to do it. Not going to say that I handled things smartly, but I am where I am. (That’s my way of saying “It Is What It Is” - which I still don’t exactly know what that means!)

There are other parts of my life that I could do better with. Finances being one of them. Again, one day at a time, I guess. Between Obamacare and that car that I am probably going to have to get in 2014, I am a little scared to death right now of how I am going to make it. That being said, since September 5, 2011 – and I made an nine-hour, overnight drive to Tennessee that brought me “home,” God has taken care of what I need. Though, sometimes, I have this fantasy of being ‘The Gambler’ coming up with the winning card at the last minute that solves all the ills in the world, I think – while that happens – it’s all about survival – one day at a time, and through Him, I have been able to do that. (Some men compare themselves to The Godfather. I compare myself to Kenny Rogers and JR Ewing, I guess!)

The personal side still gets me down. But, I will take blame for some of that. There are two sides to every story, with truth somewhere in between. But, that’s not what that statement is about. I learned some things that will hopefully make me a better partner for the next woman – when that comes along. It doesn’t have to be tomorrow, but being alone in the Fall is not a good feeling. I am going to have to actually develop courage, though. I have interviewed just about every artist in the business, became friends with some of Nashville’s most legendary figures – but asking someone out? Talk about being scared! A publicist can say no. Sometimes, that is their job. Five minutes later, you’re over it. But getting rejected on a date? LOL....That stays with me longer than getting turned down for advertising. (There is a reason I am not full-time in radio anymore!)......

I haven’t done the right thing each and every time in my life. But, I have tried to more often than not. One day at a time, I have tried to be the best I can be – to all I can be. I know sometimes, despite the best intentions, that’s not good enough. I know of at least one person who I hurt pretty badly over the past few years. (I’m sure there are more, but I know of one) But, all you can do is try, and if you’re not given a chance to make it right – you just have to move on. But, overall, I’m in a pretty good place. I love what I do, who I do it for and with, and have a great family unit around me (Friends included in that mix, including a few little furry friends who don’t recognize the importance of sleep at night when they want their cat food!).....God is good!

Still, a “Mama’s Boy” wonders.....What would Mama think? Overall, I hope she would be proud of things, but maybe the proudest of knowing where I’m going. I hope!

Well, I guess I better cross the state line. This self-examination might be appealing to me, but my waitress is another story. On the road again!

A Couple Of Angels!

I spend a lot of time on this blog writing about either my career or the ups and downs of being single. This week, I wanted to shine the spotlight on a group of special people that deserve a huge pat on their shoulders for making this past Sunday night a memorable one.

Not too long ago, two women by the name of Emily Strope and Michelle James started an organization in Jackson, TN called Downtown Dogs Group. It is an animal rescue organization. They have devoted countless hours in saving and enriching the lives of our canine companions, helping many of them to find homes. Anyone who works with pets has my ultimate respect. I don’t consider animals to be less than humans – by any stretch of the imagination. All of the pets that I have had over the years have been not “just like family,” but have been family. I could tell you many occasions when an animal has gotten me through a tough period or moment in my life. I can also tell you the times they have made me laugh. In the past two years of my life, there have been several lonely moments – all made better by the personalities of several furry friends of mine.

But, back to Emily and Michelle. Not only have they given of their time and energy, but also their own finances to keep the Downtown Dogs Group running. A few months ago, some of their friends decided to give them a helping hand by planning an event called Bone Appetit! A celebration of all things southern, the event featured many talented musicians, as well as food from some of the greatest chefs in the mid-South, including the Peabody Hotel’s Andreas Kisler. The music was first-rate – and the food? Wow. Personally, I can’t say that I have ever been more impressed with a food spread since the first time I had lunch at Oma Pickard’s house in Centerville! Fried Chicken. Catfish, and some of the most unbelievable brisket that I have ever had. I went down to Jackson to cover the event, and I thoroughly enjoyed it. It was southern hospitality at its’ finest!

Emily and Michelle would be the first to tell you this was a group effort, and many people came together for this great cause. But, to Emily and Michelle, I say thank you. I have a habit of getting very attached to animals. For years, at Christmas, I would take toys and treats to the local Humane Society. I would watch these dogs play with them, and cry all the way home. And, though my home life isn’t as neat as it would be if I didn’t have my cats....it wouldn’t be with living if I didn’t at the same time. Even those 3am wake up calls where I get lightly scratched in the nose to get up and feed them....they are still my babies.

I can only imagine how emotional their jobs are. I can also tell you that both of them are more man than I am, because there are moments I know I couldn’t handle. You gals are a couple of angels on this earth. Thanks to Madison County for coming together and helping you out. It was a great night for a great cause. But, then again, who can resist the charms of our furry angels.....or for that matter, a call from Libby Murphy? God bless you both, and all who contributed to this event...

www.DowntownDogsGroup.com

Gloria Estefan. Really?

(Sitting at Subway on a Friday night in Centerville wondering why we park on driveways....and drive on parkways!)

Tonight is one of those rare nights for me. There’s nothing pressing that needs to be done – right at this moment. Though it’s a Friday night, I covered my football game last night, and though I could get my articles done for the week after next...lol...that’s what the weekend is for. Friday night in Tennessee during the fall – a pretty nice place to be.

As I write this, this is one of those nights that I have no idea what my fingers will type. I drove to Nashville earlier to pick up some mail. You ever have one of those times when every song you hear just hits you? Tonight, it did. It’s about an hour and ten minute drive from Nashville to Centerville, and between the new CD’s that were sent to me and the tunes on Sirius – I heard some great ones. Biz Markie (You might be surprised to know I know who that is!), Carly Simon, Pink, and even a new song called “Popular,” that even though I will be 40 years old in a few months....I actually liked. Then, Sirius Love Songs played “Here We Are” by Gloria Estefan. Seriously?

OK, let me explain. That song has no personal significance to me as far as a moment in time with someone else. But, a Gloria Estefan love song – on a cool fall night – hits me much the same way a Karen Carpenter classic from the 70s does. Gorgeous...Stunning....but also Really? LOL.

As someone who is single, I can lure myself into not thinking about my romantic state for awhile. But, sometimes you hear a song, and it hits you. It’s not all bad, though. I guess it gives you something to dream about.

I have wrtitten before about the fact that for years I judged myself on if I was seeing anyone. Thankfully, I don’t do that anymore. But, I gotta admit life is a little more excitement filled when there is that someone special in it.

The difference between now and then is I am beginning to understand you have to be happy with yourself in order to truly make someone happy....Wait a minute, did I say that? Wish I had known that in 1996! And, you can’t force it. I mean, you can dress decently, shave when you need to, and stuff, but typically, the woman of your dreams isn’t going to be waiting in the Buck Owens section at Ernest Tubb Record Shop....But, oh, if she were!.....I have shown a willing nature at not doing relationships the right way for whatever reason in my life.....so next time, I am going to let it happen naturally. I don’t like being alone. But, I can handle it. That’s different.

I do believe that she is out there. Who knows, I might even know her? No, that’s not a veiled attempt to say something without saying something....or then again, maybe it is. Only my brain knows for sure. But, sometimes you’ve gotta wait.

Still, a Gloria Estefan song on a fall night with a breeze in the air – not a good thing for the single person. On second thought, maybe I do need to go write an article for three weeks from today.....Good night from Subway!

If You Happen To Be In A Bookstore.....

If you go to a bookstore this week, pick up a copy of Billboard Magazine. I shouldn’t have to tell you that, of course. For over a century, Billboard has been the foremost musical publication in America. (Biased? Who me?) But, this week’s issue (dated September 28) is pretty important to me. I have a story inside – with an interview of Kenny Rogers, focusing on his upcoming album – You Can’t Make Old Friends.

Though the majority of my work for Billboard has been in the digital sector, I have been blessed over the past couple of years to have landed a few pieces in the print edition. But, if you know me, this one’s special.

More than any other musical artist, Kenny Rogers was the one who inspired me with his body of work. Go back in time with me to the late 1970s. Some of my earliest memories of records were watching the clouds on the United Artists label go around and around while I listened to songs like “The Gambler,” “Lucille,” and “Daytime Friends.” His music was a huge part of the soundtrack of my youth. Show and tell at Burns Elementary? I took my Kenny Rogers records. (Even though one day, I thought about taking my I Want To Be Like Mr. Tidwell When I Grow Up T-shirt. For the record, I’m still trying that one too!) When I was in middle school, there was a fashion line at J.C. Penney of Kenny Rogers dress shirts. Yep, I was the only one at JES Middle School who had them....(I was so much of an individualist back then!)

But, it was listening to those records that lit my fuse as a music fan. I became a fan of other artists, sure, but there was always something special about when Kenny Rogers released a new record - even to this day.

Since going to work for Billboard, I wonder sometimes if I act professional enough. I post a lot of Facebook pictures whenever I meet someone in the industry – legendary or newcomer – and I’ll be honest when I say I don’t see a lot of my fellow writers doing the same thing. But, I can’t help it. I’m a fan. I wouldn’t be doing this for a living if I didn’t have the passion for it. To be a part of telling the story of the artists I get to cover is an amazing feeling – one I don’t take lightly. But, yeah, there was a kid who spent his $ 10 a week on casssettes and records at Wal-Mart as a kid, who begged his father to take him to concerts at night when it meant another ride back to Nashville after a long day’s work – I now know how those trips to Music City add up. So, if I have ever offended anyone with that I apologize. But, trust me when I say, I don’t mean it that way. A new artist, Tyler Farr, put this in perspective last week. During an interview, he talked about taking all the pictures he could with artists he was getting to meet...because you only get one time around. So, let me say I am serious about my craft, but I also love my craft, as well.

Back to the Billboard issue this week, I do hope you will seek out a copy of this one. I have to get one or two myself. This one is as much a tribute to my parents as anything else I have ever done. So many times in my life, people would ask ‘I know you love listening tp music, but what are you going to Do for a living? They always believed. And, though I am little worse for the wear, and have traveled through a few roads I didn’t plan on nor did I expect, I am getting to do what I love to do. And, by the way, Kenny’s album is really good. You need to buy it on October 8!

Later this week, I will tell you about another country artist that inspired me recently in a different way......Stay tuned!

Michael Evans Is One Smart Fellow, Says Puddleglum!

Michael Evans, you’re a lot smarter than me. That kind of goes without saying. Let me explain this statement. Michael was one of my classmates at DCHS, Class of 1992. One day, while we were in the midst of those days, he referred to me as “Puddleglum.” For a lot of reasons, I’ve had that term on my mind today. Michael had a very interesting way of looking at things, so I always assumed that “puddleglum” was a word that he came up with. To my surprise, I found out that it refers to a character in the book The Silver Chair- part of the Chronicles of Narnia series. The character is described as “rather gloomy,” and by some of the characters as a “wet blanket.” LOL, That describes my ever-positive outlook on life!

I guess “Puddleglum” fits me this weekend. As I posted on Facebook, I am going to have some outpatient surgery on Monday – sort of related to my hospitalization in May. But, also, sort of not. It has to do with a spot on my foot that was barely even there when I went in. It’s actually for the best to get this taken care of, and it’s a lot better scenario than it could have been. But, it’s still not the way one would like to start their week. The idea of slowing down – even for a day or two – is not something I like to even entertain. Some might not like that, but it behooves (don’t I have the wide vocabulary tonight?) me to stay busy....Otherwise, I think.

Again, let me explain. Today, I had a great start to the day. I drove into Nashville for a meeting with some good friends of mine who are have started a new trio. I may not be the smartest person in the world, and there are others who have made a lot better choices – but talking with people about their love of the music business and the adrenaline shot one gets by being on 16^th or 17^th Avenue in Nashville – I love it. I simply do. There are people who do what I do better than me – but nobody enjoys their career more than me. But, I’ve written that, haven’t I?

As the afternoon progressed, and I returned home to the trusty old laptop I am typing on right now, “Puddleglum” set in. Today was a beautiful day in Middle Tennessee, with gorgeous conditions and pleasant temperatures. It was the kind of day that was made for a drive somewhere with someone in the passenger seat. But, not just anyone....you know that “one.” Only thing is, she’s not there...right now.

My reaction to this fact is something that has changed a lot since 1990, when I earned that nickname...or 2005, for that matter. That’s encouraging. Being alone makes you realize some things about yourself, why you do things, and for whom you do things. I still want to find a relationship....but it’s got to be right. I don’t want to be forced into it, or feel that I’ve got to have someone to prove to people I can be in one – and that’s not a knock on anyone in my past. It’s just me stating a fact about how I approached things before. I was always so worried about making things work – even when they weren’t – because I didn’t want to look “less than.” Being alone is not how I want to spend my next twenty years – but there are worse things. Wow, that’s kind of prophetic. Plus, there aren’t many available women who have Porter Wagoner in their record collection. (Seriously, that’s not a pre-resquite, but I did see an attractive woman at McKay’s today who bought a John Conlee vinyl album....Note to self...there is hope!)

Anyway, I’m not sure what the point of any of this is, other than to say that five months shy of 40, “puddleglum” might have grown up a little bit. That’s not to say that drive through Montgomery Bell Park today wouldn’t have been more fun had I not been alone, but it’s going to happen. And, unlike the “good old days,” the next time, I’m going to enjoy it rather than worry about losing it – like I should have done once upon a time!

So, on assignment from Burns, TN, this is “Puddleglum” Dauphin signing out....and if you know a woman with a complete Kenny Rogers collection...

Random Thoughts For Today....

A lot of topics to cover in this one. Does anything really surprise anyone anymore? Seriously, sometimes you just can’t make the news up.......

CREEK WOOD WINS!

---Back in 2002, Creek Wood High School opened in the north end of Dickson County. Ever the kind hearted diplomat that I am, I always referred to the school as a “White Bluff” school, knowing full well that just infuriated folks in Charlotte and Vanleer. In all honesty, I wasn’t trying to be a smart-aleck, but the local radio station that covered the Red Hawks was a White Bluff one – so that was my basis for that. In 2009, the team began playing Dickson County to start off the season. The first game was semi-close, each year since – not so much. But, for a series to be a rivalry - it has to be more than one sided. This past Friday, Creek Wood got their first win over the Cougars, 17-13. It was a big night for everyone on Jones Creek. Cougar fans, there’s always next year. It was a fun night for football – regardless of which side you were on....

MILEY-GATE

----I just might let a few people down here, but I have never been a prude. However, Miley Cyrus’s appearance on the MTV Video Music Awards Sunday night was a little much. I was joking on Facebook that it made Madonna and Britney Spears look like the Lennon Sisters off the old Lawrence Welk Show – and that is saying something, as some of those ladies’ performances on the same show were legendary. That being said, there actually is a line one shouldn’t go over, and Miley did that. The ironic thing is that in spite of all the ire that she raised among people, it probably did help her profile. As of tonight, two of the top ten downloaded songs on iTunes were....anyone? Miley Cyrus.

AS THE RADIO BROADCASTS

---- I got an unusual amount of feedback last week concerning my blog regarding radio. It’s something that has provided me with a lot of career highlights – and personal highlights over the past twenty-two years. Most of the friends I have made have stemmed from the fact that I have done some radio work. I miss it on a day-to-day basis, but I have been so blessed in other areas. My favorite part about being on the air is without a doubt the relationships that you make with those you work with – and ones you broadcast to. Right now, I am involved with four different stations (sort of), and I am happy to still have a toe in that water.

TWO YEARS AND GROWING

----It was two years ago this week I started my job with Billboard. Looking back, it’s hard to believe that much time has passed by. I am truly blessed to get to do what I do for a living. I have gotten to interview some of the biggest stars in the business, and made some of the best friendships I have ever made. I have often written about wondering whether I am in the class of such people as Tom Roland, Wade Jessen, Deborah Price, and others like them, I still wonder, but I am trying to earn that reputation each day. I am doing what I have always wanted to do. Nobody enjoys what they do anymore.

REALIZATIONS

---- Life has a way of letting you know certain things about yourself. Over the past few years, I have written quite a few blogs about the soul searching that I have done since my divorce. Being alone makes you learn a lot about yourself. Some of that is good. The crazy thing about finding some of those answers is that you wind up at the beginning all over again. I’m 39 years old, and have told myself all my life that I have to have a romantic relationship in order to be happy. I have learned that instead of “a,” the key word is “the.” And, believe me, that’s not taking a shot at anyone. That’s me realizing that I sometimes feel as clueless as I ever have been about the kind of person I want. Some days, you want Betty Crocker. Other days Betty Boop. I hope I find that magical combination at some point in my life – but not to prove to anyone else I can---for myself. Until then, these laptop keys are my companion. It’s not exactly romance, but it’s safe. And, safe sometimes is a pretty good place to be. It’s ok. I’m ok. And, that’s something I never thought I would have said about myself in 1997...2002, or today.

Going to close this blog by offering a word about some very special people that I have gotten to meet recently. There is a group of my friends in Jackson, TN that are organizing an event called Bone Appetit. It’s an event that will take place on October 13 at the West Tennessee Farmer’s Market. It will feature some of the greatest culinary experts in the mid-south, including the chef from the legendary Peabody Hotel in Memphis, Andreas Kisler, among others.

The event will benefit an organization called the Downtown Dogs Group. It’s a 501(c)(3) no-kill rescue that is operated by a couple of angels named Michelle James and Emily Strope. They are committed to the idea that all neglected and abused dogs, regardless of age, breed, health or temperament issues, deserve a chance to have a full and happy life with a loving family. They have never had a fund raiser before, as they have done it all themselves – even down to the finances. This is an event worth making the trip to Jackson, TN for. If you want to take a look at what they do, go to www.DowntownDogsGroup.com – Be prepared to have your heart lifted at the work they do. I know I was!

Voices From The Radio

Last week, I tipped the hat to several in the business who work in the same vocation as myself. I didn’t mention all the great writers in this town, and I didn’t even start to talk about the incredible people who work publicity. But, as I said, Nashville is full of some very talented people. Some you know, and some you don’t. With that mindset, I wanted to tip my hat to a few people who have been influential in what is my first career – radio. I have been doing it in one form or another since 1991. While I never developed one of those classic “Five in a row, back to back” voices, it’s something that I love very much. Whether it be on WDKN for eighteen years, playing the classics on WSM Radio via the Interstate Radio Network, or on my home since 2009 – WNKX, I love communicating my love of music and broadcasting to the listeners. I started to think about some of my biggest influences in the radio field. Now, indulge me somewhat – because a lot of these people / stations (seven, at least!) have ties to a certain three letters.....but that was what I was influenced by......

First of all, four names from WDKN.....

Hank Walker – To be in radio, you’ve got be trained by someone. Because, nobody walks into a station and knows what they are doing immediately. When Jackie Rhodes hired me in April 1991, this is the man who taught me. He was a very interesting person. He was handicapped, and walked with crutches, but you would never have known it. The thing I remember most from Hank Walker (if, indeed that was his name – after all, how many people are actually named “Coyote” that are on the radio?) was how to saw the call letters. It’s not “W,” it’s “Double-U”.....Radio people know exactly what I am talking about.

Gordon Rhodes – My first PD. I have worked under five in my career. I will tell you the biggest thing I learned from Gordon was to not sweat the small stuff. And, indeed, it’s all small stuff. There were a lot of times I would get uptight and worry about stuff going on at the station. Gordon had a language all his own. Not going to say anymore than that, but he was one of a kind. A Redskins fan, but I can’t hold that against him. I remember on Thanksgiving afternoon 1993, the Dolphins beat the Cowboys when Leon Lett touched a missed field goal attempt – giving the Dolphins one more chance. Line 3 – the studio hotline, which I was led to believe that God called in on from time to time, began to blink. I knew. Do I answer it or not? I did, and the voice said “How ‘Bout Them Cowboys!” Thanks for the memories, GR, and thanks for being a good C.S....I Mean P.D.!

Ken Loggains – I have a very scattered approach to life. I can misplace my phone while holding it in my hand. Trust me, I do things like this. But, we all have one co-worker that you just have an uncanny chemistry with. I might have two or three, but with all due respect to anyone I have ever worked with, I have never learned as much about radio – and being a professional than I have from Ken Loggains. Remember the TV Show “Mash?” Hawkeye and Trapper John / BJ made the most out of the Korean War by poking fun at everything around it. Small market radio is much that same way. You have to love it to do it a long time, and there’s things that you crack a few jokes about. If the first two hours of your day consist of four updates of the obituaries, you’re going to have a warped sense of humor. Ken, for eleven years, you were my BJ / Trapper / Hawkeye (depending on who I am!). You’re still “Velvet” in so many ways!

Marcia Campbell – Out of all the people I have worked with, nobody has taken their talent to the top any higher than Marcia, who does overnights on WSM-AM. We have known each other for over thirty years, as we used to ride Bus 51 together. (I seem to remember a bus driver who didn’t have a lot of hair who drove that bus that I have done some radio with! Well, I can drop the hair jokes, can’t I?) We have kind of been woven around each others’ lives a lot – especially since 1995. One night on her “All Nighter,” she talked about learning “so much” from me? I shudder to think what those lessons might have been....but I am proud of her, and consider her one of my best friends anywhere.

Keith Bilbrey – If I had never listened to Keith Bilbrey, I might have become a doctor or a lawyer, and never had financial difficulties because of the salaries non-performers in the business tend to make. If I had never listened to Keith Bilbrey, I would probably have never gotten involved in radio in the first place, and gone where that has led me. He would take my phone calls as a strange pre-teen, and have a lot of patience doing so. Almost thirty years later, I still find myself coming out of a song the way Keith Bilbrey does. Well, not exactly. The great ones make it seem so easy, and he is the greatest in my book!

Hairl Hensley – Of all the golden voices I have heard in my life, if I could sound like anyone – it would be Hairl Hensley. A longtime fixture at WSM Radio, Hensley exuded all the proper diction that you needed to be in radio. As great as Eddie Stubbs is, and he truly is, I still miss being that thirteen year old, and hearing that magical voice in the evening hours. Radio sounds a lot different after dark, and Hairl was the perfect voice for evenings at WSM. In ninth grade, I shadowed him for my Business class. I still remember him giving me some of the news copy from the station that day. A gentle heart – as well as a gentleman!

Mark Mabry – Again, another WSM tie here. He did afternoons on 650 somewhere in the mid 1980s. At 3:35 each day, he would host “Mark’s Trivia,” which would be the time I would be getting off Bus 51....there that comes up again! I used to run his phones ragged.....but an early influence, for sure!

WBDX – OK, going to back away from WSM for a second. White Bluff got a radio station in the early 1980s, and for awhile, they broadcast until midnight. As a kid, I remember hearing this deep-voiced jock talk about the weather in the “Bluff City.” For a kid, that was some cool stuff - especially at 11pm!

Kyle Cantrell – As a broadcaster, Cantrell is one of the best – henceforth his work on Sirius / XM. But, as a programmer, I have to admit that I stole more programming ideas from Kyle Cantrell than anyone else. Imitation is the most sincere form of flattery, after all. I remember interviewing him on the morning Johnny Cash died in 2003. That was a big moment – one where you realize what an impact certain people have on you.

Shannon McCombs – In the 1980s and early 1990s, there were two female voices in town that stood above the rest- Lisa Manning and Shannon McCombs. Manning was on many different stations during that period, while Shannon was “Miss 103 KDF.” She had the perfect voice, and the perfect personality. People loved her. Then, in the 1990s, she started doing some TV work, and people found out that she did not have “the face for radio,” as the old joke went. One person who is as beautiful inside as out. I get to say that I know Shannon McCombs now.....but better yet, she knows me! That’s pretty cool within itself!

And, I’ve got to tell you about that bus driver of Bus 51 in Burns, TN. Randy Tidwell is someone I’ve known since 1980. He was my PE Teacher at Burns Elementary. Since 1991, I have spent more Tuesday and Friday nights with Randy Tidwell on the road broadcasting ball games, or working the board during the games. Just like knowing Ken Loggains has made me better, there are few people that I respect more than Randy Tidwell. He is class personified, and whether it be via Frank Becker, Jim Anderson, or Ed Sheley, I always love seeing if we can come up with something on-air to make him think we’re crazy. Whether it be “Randy Tidwell Bobblehead Night,” or “Autograph Night with the ‘Voice of the Cougars,” we’ve tried some crazy stuff. And, throughout it all, he’s still a classy person. Probably thinks we are just a little bit weird, but...we are. Or, at least Becker!

Well, that does it for my look at my radio influences. I appreciate you indulging me, but I wanted to share some of my memories with you!