Welcome to your Bed of Roses


Whoever told you it was going to be easy LIED!
Whoever said life is a Bed of Roses Lied as well!
If you are attempting something and everything always goes smoothly then one or two things are most likely going on, you have only begun or you are not really attempting something you are imagining you are, either way you got a long way to go or you are a happy idiot!
Do not ever, ever , ever give up. The winner is the one who keeps going when others sat down and cried, ran for shelter, and or peed their pants The victor is the one who at the end of it all is standing amid the carnage screaming like the world’s most vicious Spartan of old “Is that all you’ve got?”
You have to summon your own King Leonidas, Conan, Rocky Balboa, or Albert Pujols! It is no one ‘s duty to “do you” as best as “you” can be done but “you!”
You are the arbiter of your own destiny, get busy making a map and stick to it like your life depends on it, because guess what, it does!
When you can’t do anymore, do ten more and then really get focused.
We gather things in times of ease for when we need them for times of hardship. Be a great gatherer because if you are in the grit there are very little times of ease, get used to it.
If you really want something but you are easily frustrated and quit because you can’t cope then you did not want it to begin with, you just thought you did.
Nobody wants to hear it! If they did they would ask!
Buck up!
Keep your powder dry!
Make sure you are right and move forward!
Take everything any coach who was trying to motivate your sorry butt and make a raw stew out of it in a blender and drink ever freaking drop of it and lick the glass clean!
This is you, this is now, and it has to be done or else!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Those who read this thank you. But it wasn’t for you it was for me!
Elam McKnight
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Clench thy teeth Grasshopper


A man is suspended from a cliff by his teeth which are clutching deftly to a branch. His hands are bound and he will most undoubtedly fall to his death if he lets go. A man below says “call out to me and I will help you?” What does he do?
The answer to this question is not as important as the overall meaning of the situation posed. Often we feel like the man clenching to the branch by our bare teeth.
Just some food for thought.
Elam McKnight
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Conway Twitty was a PIMP!


Listening to my local commercial free 5,000 watt AM station, as it usually does, caused me to have an utter realization while listening to its perfect mix of old school country:
Conway Twitty was a pimp folks. Just search over some of the titles of some of his hits:
Hello Darlin’ – Man runs into old sweet heart (insert booty call) and totally smooths his way back into the mix.
You’ve Never Been This Far Before -Older man is talking his way into the arms (insert messing around with) of a much younger woman by way of his advanced manipulative talk and superior wisdom in the ways of young women.
Between Blue Eyes and Jeans- You get the picture.
And lest we forget this is the man who sang “there must have been a tiger in them tight fittin’ jeans.”

But there is one song in particular in the Twitty canon that would defy modern subject matter, if released today, that would probably cause picket lines in front of whichever record label brave enough to release it. Conway Twitty was the country equivalent of contemporary Soul shouters like Tyrone Davis, Johnny Taylor, or any other of those artists who sang about begging back but really after they had really messed things up and generally at their own terms. That sort of thing does not nor would not fly today, sadly, in the country genre, though it abounds in hip hop today but in much rawer terms and not with the premise of romance, manipulatively used for effect or not.
“Touch the Hand” stretches it as far as this theme could ever go. The man has realized that his woman is no longer “feeling” his charms and I suspect, though unspoken, there has been some infidelity or some sort of mistreatment which has precluded this. But Twitty does not bat an eye. He goes straight to the heart, or better yet the self conscious psyche, of things. He uses the premise that because he was her first he would most assuredly be her last. Wow. You just can’t get away with this sort of thing anymore, in life, and also in song. Kudos to you Conway Twitty, pimp to death!
(Lyrics included below)

Today I heard my woman say something I never heard her say before
She just told me that she was going to leave me and that she didn’t love me anymore
But I know that the loving kindness and the understanding is still there somewhere
So I’m gonna get down on my knees and I’m gonna say to my baby.

Touch the hand of the man that made you a woman
Then tell me you don’t love me anymore.

I was the first man to ever
Hold you in a special kind of way
And those unfamiliar feelings that caused you to tremble
I know you remember today
Before you decide that your gonna leave me
And do things you’ve never done before.

Touch the hand of the man that made you a woman
Then tell me you don’t love me anymore.

The two lips that once held sweet surprises
Surprised me and said goodbye today
And those two lovin’ arms that use to reach for me
Just reached out and pushed me away
I know you believe you don’t love me
Before you walk out that door.

Touch the hand of the man that made you a woman
Then tell me you don’t love me anymore…

You tell em Conway Twitty!

For my next installment I am going to tell you why Loretta Lynn might have been the seminal influence on violence among young women. Stay tuned for
Loretta Lynn: Chick on Chick Crime
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Amy Winehouse update.


Her death has been ruled inconclusive by the coroner and the world will have to wait for the usual month long analysis of the toxicology. At the end of the day it still only means one thing: The world has witnessed yet another great talent gone all too soon. When an old blues cat passes it is sad yet they got the opportunity to release a body of work that we can all look back on and admire it at the breadth and greatness of its prolific strength, Ms. Winehouse will not be afforded that opportunity.
The work she left us is stunning to say the least but as a fan I would have preferred to hear her release much, much more, even bad stuff, because I would bet the next pay check I get that she would have struck upon some amazing stuff and the world would have been better for it.
Those who will be responsible for ultimately milking this tragedy I only hope one thing: do not turn her great talents into a mockery, please!
Either handle the things the world has not heard with care and due diligence or don’t release them into an endless array of re-mix mess. She deserves better and in the long run your candor and good judgement will only honor the memory of a great songstress who millions miss.
I am going to go listen to Valerie and might even shed a tear or two.
Elam McKnight
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Negative People (redux)


Here is a new screed on even more reasons to stay away from them. We all have a tendency to spew negativity sometimes only internally but it can be an element of the human condition. Those that are in a state of constantly spewing it for the world to hear though are bad tone setters. Just like positive people are infectious, but the kind of infect you want to be around, negative people infect in bad ways. They can bring whole groups down and their observations are generally the ones that are most convenient. It is too easy to find the wrong side of things and revel in not trying. It is a form in internal resistance that they are sharing with the world because, possibly, they have low self-esteem and are troubled by it. They release this bad energy in the form of bravado that seems confident and erstwhile but unless they are immediately following their “this won’t work” or “that is not a good idea” with alternatives that they believe will work they are only giving you a window into their own hang ups. Misery hates to be alone, don’t be the one keeping it company.

Elam McKnight
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Amy Winehouse


I am so very sad about the passing of Amy Winehouse. I was secretly rooting for her to pull out of the years long funk she had been in and hoped that she would come fighting back, but alas she is now among the immortals. Her voice gave me great enjoyment, she was a rarity for these times, a mainstream superstar with impeccable music taste and a voice that could shiver your soul. Her takes on Back to Black and Rehab are classics for any time.
Goodbye dear Ms. Winehouse there will never be another like you!

Elam McKnight
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Some days you get the bear and … well there are somedays


I am worn out. I have been stuffing envelopes left and right to go to Europe. It is not the physical act, that part is a joke. It is the checking, rechecking, and the “wait let me make sure I have not mailed him one” check. That sort of thing grinds on me. This is not what I really want to be doing. Part of me wants to be in the basement studio with my guitar and my notebook or just strumming along some chord progressions that have been lurking in my head going “we are here getting dusty”, part of me wants to be in the floor with my little girl watching television, and part of me wants to take these custom forms and throw them all over the room.
Yet I know that this is part of the racket, my pound of flesh, and just part of the game. I will persevere this and they will make their way to Mr. Postman first thing in the morning, why? Because I care and want my work to be heard. It means too much to me.
Why does it matter?
Because there are so many voices, those of resistance, telling me to “put it off”, “just let it go for now”, and I know them all too well. They used to sound like this “it ain’t good enough” or “you are wasting your time they aren’t gonna play it or review it.” But you know what? If I had paid any attention to them then I would not have a front row seat for these new excuses to do something besides make all my efforts count. This is a game of inches, a game of attrition, there are no quick fixes, no magical moments where it all just happens without you knowing about it. That is why you go to through the necessary motions and learn from them. Savor them. There will be a whole new lot to take there place. There is no “when I get there” once you are on the road you just bear down and keep it between the lines. The work will take care of itself.

Elam McKnight
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