I thought enough time had passed that I could address his death. 53 years later I cried like a baby as I started to write this. My older brother Taylor was born in 1954 with Cystic Fibrosis. In 1964 life expectancy for a CF child was 10 years old. October 4, 1964, my brother passed. … More My dear brother Taylor…..that was so long ago……..
In Christianity, “All Souls Day” is the day we look back and remember the faithfully departed, in particular loved ones and relatives. So today my grandparents, father and brother’s passing was on my mind. After my father died, I didn’t work in the studio for about a year. I spent most of my spare time … More “All Souls Day” and the “Prayer Wall”
It’s been a while since I’ve posted on my blog. I’ve been a bit busy. My post today might seem to ramble about but it is very much like my summer where I was able to let my mind just wander and renew. What a blessing to be able to even forget what day it was. … More It was a quiet Summer
This past weekend, I was on the road. The band I’m in, Ricky Gene Wright and Duck Creek Station performed in Tao’s New Mexico at the Black Mesa Tasting Room and Gallery. We have been gigging around the Dallas area for some time now but this was our first road trip together. I guess we’ll … More On the road
Not sure when I got my first record, but I remember who it was by. After seeing the Beatles on the Ed Sullivan Show sing, “I want to hold your hand”, I got the first Beatles album and I played it over and over again on my parent’s phonograph until the record’s grooves were worn … More Skip James, Mississippi Delta Blues and the shaping of my musical taste
Another day older and deeper in debt. No really, tell me there is more. Today is my birthday. I was born 58 years ago back in 1957, 13 days after the Soviets launched Sputnik 1 into a low elliptical orbit around the earth. The space race of my youth, seemed to be the perfect metaphor for … More On getting older
My studio is unusually clean for this point before I have a show that opens. I’m in good shape and it seems that its just a matter of tying up loose ends. Thirty-five years of getting ready for a show gives me the wisdom to know that it never goes quite that easily. But for … More Anticipation…Trepidation…Anticipation…Trepidation