Chasing the High

Today I share a story about playing an outdoor festival with my band “The $ugar Daddies” on a July fourth weekend. We headlined this outdoor festival. The bad news is nobody had tested the power going to the flatbed truck along with the chasingthehigh300power so that by the time my band took the stage we needed the lights. The bad news as is soon as we turned them on, the power would trip a breaker. The solution? We had to play the indoor stage where there was no air conditioning and it was easy 95+ degrees with the giant holiday weekend crowd. It was one of those nights that everybody was hitting on all points and we just had that groove. Everything was just working.

Then it came time for me to do the Song “Texas Flood” by Stevie Ray Vaughn. This was a song that I just got to “Go Off” on and have fun. To this day, it was like being hit by lightning. I felt what I wanted to play from my toes and it just shot out my fingers. It was awesome. The crowd reacted. It was a feeling like no other. The band lasted a few more years, but we started flipping musicians, playing smaller clubs and we eventually fizzled out. For me, July 4th at the Northside was in the top 5 gigs. Opening for Blue Oyster Cult was another one.

So one of the old trumpet players contacts me and he's trying to get a band together that is close to what my old band played. I've been in so many bands that just didn't work for so many reasons. This sounds promising. I'm a bit nervous as I might get really disappointed. I want that feeling one more time, so I'm going to go chase that high.

Sugar Daddies 2004

I’ll Sleep When I’m Dead

This week I am home alone (feel free to put your hands on your face and make a face like Macaulay Culkin). I did something I hardly ever do.

Nothing.

Rear View MirrorI sat on the couch and petted my cat.

It is here where I learned why I love working on my next project. This might be reading or listening to a book, thinking of the next product I want to create, etc.

When I'm not thinking about things coming in the future, I think about the past.

I don't like to think about the past.

I sat there and reality let me know that my Dad was really gone. The cards I had been dealt, were gone. Game over.

I had a good old fashioned cry.

It felt good in the end.

My cat was very confused.

Looking Forward

I prefer to look forward, and see a picture of an improved life. One where I help people. One where I leave the planet a better place.

I often fall asleep at my desk. I then get up, and go home. I bop till I drop in the immortal words of Rick Springsfield.

I'm OK with that.

Relaxation is over rated in my book. It doesn't compare to the adrenaline rush of new ideas, of creativity pulsing in my veins. No contest.

I'll sleep when I'm dead.

What My Mother Meant to Me – The Original Building a Better Dave

Cassette Deck

When I was 24, my mother passed away from her second (well technically third) heart attack. It was April 27, 1989. It had been 6 years since she had passed. As someone who talks in public for a living (teaching technology) it didn't seem like a stretch to take two of my passions (teaching and God) and put them together. At least that's what the Pastor's assistant thought when she asked me to sub for him and do a sermon titled, “What my Mother meant to me” on Mother's Day.

This would be the sermon that would “Launch” my role as a pastor in training (a course that later went  away from this church and landed on the Internet). As this is Mother's day, I thought I would share it with you. The audio quality is very 1989 (originally recorded on a cassette deck)