In March I was given an amazing opportunity. I was granted an interview and photo pass for the Queensrÿche show at the Wildhorse Saloon in Nashville, TN. The night ended up being one of the most memorable, exciting and fun nights of my adult life.
As I write this, I have my headphones on and Queensrÿche’s new eponymous album with their new lead singer, Todd LaTorre. I have lost count of how many times I have listened to it since it arrived in my mailbox today… at least ten. It is a short album admittedly, but it is their best work in twenty years.
I had a lovely time seeing my friends this past weekend. Smiles, hugs and handshakes for everyone. Took us almost seven years to make friends in Atlanta, but we did it… we even got J.Michael Cobb as a part of the deal.
That said, this post is more of a vent for me than anything else. I have a weight bearing down on my heart and a murder of crows picking at the nerves in my hand and arm. I went to walk the dogs a couple of hours ago and felt a very windy, cold night. Sums up the events of the past 8 hours perfectly.
/begin self-pitying rant… please skip if you don’t want to listen to me whine. ↓ Read the rest of this entry…
Seven years ago, on a warm Georgia morning, I was filled with fright and excitement. It was the morning of my wedding, and we had all gathered at the Georgia Renaissance Fair. I hadn’t seen Laurie yet, but I knew she was close by, getting her hair done. There was a small threat of rain, which could have made the wedding a bit less dreamy, but as our luck held, the skies cleared and we were ready for the ceremony.