Joshua Tree – Trip Through Your Wires
Mar14

Joshua Tree – Trip Through Your Wires

Let’s go back to the early days of Joshua Tree.  Bootleg tapes, early recordings.  Peel back the curtain of the creative process.  I uncovered a lost video of Bono and Edge in a basement collaborating on the song, Trip Through Your Wires.   Looks like the song has come a long way.  See below for the alleged first introduction of the song.   Not an echo effect in sight, and the Dylan-esque harp solo, buckskin jackets...

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The Joshua Tree – 11 Songs, 11 Posts
Mar06

The Joshua Tree – 11 Songs, 11 Posts

  This week, thirty years ago, a somewhat famous Irish rock bank launched an album that would propel them into rock stardom.  U2’s fifth studio album, The Joshua Tree, would win the Grammy for best album, beating out Prince, Michael Jackson and Whitney Houston, and would eventually reach over 25 million in album sales.  Over time, The Joshua Tree, would be listed on many top 100 album lists and, for many of us who were...

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A short essay on my Father at 83.
Jan21

A short essay on my Father at 83.

My old man was born 83 years ago this month to a poor family in central Texas. This man was at war.  At war between the tangible, things that you could taste, smell, hear and touch.  Hard things like six penny nails, ten gallon buckets, bailing wire, guns.  Shiny things of value like coins, toy trains, scientific equipment, stamps and books.  On the other side, the conflicting side, was the ideals, the thoughts, the letters, the...

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It’s guess it’s time to start again…
Apr02

It’s guess it’s time to start again…

I guess I’m back.  Maybe a year since the last entry.  I got to thinking this morning that maybe it’s time to get back on the horse, hair of the dog and all that.  Speaking of hair of the dog, mixed the little lady some ginger ale and ice.  Settle the stomach.  As far as my stomach, no need to waste the remainder, mix with a little bourbon and hit the day running. Reflecting on why we started this thing.  Healing for the...

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Fried Pickles and a Duck in a Sweater
Jul01

Fried Pickles and a Duck in a Sweater

I think my first taste of a fried pickle was over ten years ago standing at the end of the bar in a downtown Louisville, Kentucky bar called The Pub. It was early afternoon, and stumbling on a new appetizer was exactly the door we wanted to open as we began the last day of our weekend Bourbon Excursion. These particular pickles were spears, which differ from my now more preferred chip variety and I believe that day the fried pickle...

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