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Wednesday, May 16, 2012
Dixiana Music has Relocated
Hi Y'all,
Just attached a press release on our recent move within Music Row. We have a lot going on as a studio and music catalog. We are in the process of uploading some of our songwriters and recording artists to our newly designed website: www.dixianamusic.com .
Our Communications/marketing person is Edwina Shannon (615-715-7744). Either she or Phil Lister, one of the owners of Dixiana Music, can be reached for additional information. Phil's number is 615-294-1651.
Thanks for all you do,
Dixi
Monday, March 7, 2011
I so miss you
I'm coming from CRS the other night and I'm crying. First I thought it was the vodka but it wasn't. I had seen so much and I couldn't share it with you. I couldn't tell you about it. I didn't tell the dog or the bird.
The dog has started to piss and drop blood. Remember how you declared he was perfect: great size, mellow, trained. You wanted to name him Hildago after the horse. Goofy. Roscoe fits him. I could use your help in helping him. I don't think I could handle losing him right now.
I'm trying so hard to hold it together. I've been going to work everyday. I got that interim job after I got back from your death. Seems the other admins don't like me. They've been complaining. I'm too direct and they aren't. Half the time they don't make a point. Tough when you ask them a question. I was told today to keep a poker face and act stupid so maybe they will help me when I need it. They dumped the whole workload of the one they're sending back to her original dept. on me. The boss said that wasn't supposed to happen. Well, that's what they did. I think they might have lied too about a few things, my time availability, cause I sure as hell don't remember not wanting to be helped. See, if they make me look bad, then I'll be sent back and the two Bobsey twins will stay together. Of course, that potential plot occured to me after I left the boss' office. Seems I have to be more Southern. They are a couple of good ole girls and have no use for this Yank. I'm surprised they had the boss believing them so easily and I'm the one who has to change. Guilty as charged, I guess. I also have to be sensitive to sharing the things I do outside of work because everyone does not have the capability to do them. I thought I was sharing something we may have in common. They took it as bragging... keep my cards close, I heard you. I should have known better; just don't share anything that matters. Talk about the weather.
My heart is heavy all the time. I am going to work. I am efficient; I'm just not slaphappy. I'm not crying there. I save that for home. Those girls need a more fun person who talks their talk and understands what they're talking about. I've never been to a mud run. I have no idea what they're talking about and I don't care.
So the volcano in Hawaii is erupting again. We never got there for the All Star game. I was looking at the molten flow thinking I could just melt into it. It would be a quick hurt. Then I think I have to find a purpose, a commitment. Did you make Ted call? I haven't heard from him in a while and he calls, telling me not to do anything stupid. I have to get on with life he tells me. Mike, you could keep me balanced; you could help me to think and you were practical. Get on with life. Hey, I'm trying but there's a lot to do by oneself and no one to talk with or laugh with while doing it. Our party of 2 ended. You blew it. We were supposed to die together, asshole.
Remember, don't do anything stupid. I don't think my kids would understand and maybe my grandson would have a hole in his heart without me. maybe.
The dog has started to piss and drop blood. Remember how you declared he was perfect: great size, mellow, trained. You wanted to name him Hildago after the horse. Goofy. Roscoe fits him. I could use your help in helping him. I don't think I could handle losing him right now.
I'm trying so hard to hold it together. I've been going to work everyday. I got that interim job after I got back from your death. Seems the other admins don't like me. They've been complaining. I'm too direct and they aren't. Half the time they don't make a point. Tough when you ask them a question. I was told today to keep a poker face and act stupid so maybe they will help me when I need it. They dumped the whole workload of the one they're sending back to her original dept. on me. The boss said that wasn't supposed to happen. Well, that's what they did. I think they might have lied too about a few things, my time availability, cause I sure as hell don't remember not wanting to be helped. See, if they make me look bad, then I'll be sent back and the two Bobsey twins will stay together. Of course, that potential plot occured to me after I left the boss' office. Seems I have to be more Southern. They are a couple of good ole girls and have no use for this Yank. I'm surprised they had the boss believing them so easily and I'm the one who has to change. Guilty as charged, I guess. I also have to be sensitive to sharing the things I do outside of work because everyone does not have the capability to do them. I thought I was sharing something we may have in common. They took it as bragging... keep my cards close, I heard you. I should have known better; just don't share anything that matters. Talk about the weather.
My heart is heavy all the time. I am going to work. I am efficient; I'm just not slaphappy. I'm not crying there. I save that for home. Those girls need a more fun person who talks their talk and understands what they're talking about. I've never been to a mud run. I have no idea what they're talking about and I don't care.
So the volcano in Hawaii is erupting again. We never got there for the All Star game. I was looking at the molten flow thinking I could just melt into it. It would be a quick hurt. Then I think I have to find a purpose, a commitment. Did you make Ted call? I haven't heard from him in a while and he calls, telling me not to do anything stupid. I have to get on with life he tells me. Mike, you could keep me balanced; you could help me to think and you were practical. Get on with life. Hey, I'm trying but there's a lot to do by oneself and no one to talk with or laugh with while doing it. Our party of 2 ended. You blew it. We were supposed to die together, asshole.
Remember, don't do anything stupid. I don't think my kids would understand and maybe my grandson would have a hole in his heart without me. maybe.
Monday, February 21, 2011
Was I looking for a sign?
The opening through the clouds unleashed rays of sun, lighting the path between heaven and earth. Those in heaven could reach down and touch those on earth. I need to believe that was you.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Great ideas of what I could do today...
Instead, my thoughts on what was constantly overshadowed activites. Needless to say, they was a lot of tearing up. I guess I have to be happy for the heaven we had for a few years. I think I know what hell is. Hell is the lack of who loves you; of no possibility of being together; it's being alone with ideas of what should have been but will not be; it's a mental torture. We were a good party of 2 I am trying to complete what we started, But I'm not taking on the Bronco or the boat. They are beyond my skill and my interest. I'll try to do everyhting, Mike, but those are going.
I sat outside at dusk just like we would do, drink beer and watch the sunset. Where awere you? Can I come?
I sat outside at dusk just like we would do, drink beer and watch the sunset. Where awere you? Can I come?
Back in TN
Just returned from San Fran, CA. I have to periodically travel to the Northeast or West Coast to get a refreshed sense of sanity. I have given much thought since living in mid-Tn why I have to travel out of this area to find some semblance of what I consider "normal" circumstances. I just don't get how I cannot find a community or place of belonging here. I mention this to Kevin, and typical of Kevin, there is insight. Community, where I'm from and where I go for sanity, is defined by an address, a neighborhood, a town. With that in common, there may be other shared interests: the way I worship, my political views, my hobbies. Kev suggested that community in mid-Tn is actually built on the interests: the church attended, the political view. Address and neighborhood just does not seem to matter. I wonder if it matters with kids in school. Does the school create a community or are there divisions there based on special intersts as well. Most curious...
Monday, January 31, 2011
Remembering
Building, planning, enjoying life are the fun, memory makers and exciting parts of life. Make sure your personal road includes deeds others will talk about with admiration, love and thankfulness for knowing you. Written by JW Owens, shared by Carol Silvey. Thanks Kev & Kelli for the memories...
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