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Its 2 to 3 am what should you do? play guitar of course. just a riff that was in my head, played 2 styles.
https://soundcloud.com/beamer326/just-m … n-a-and-bm

As you all know, i have been in this new house roughly 4 or so months , and two houses around the to the left of me I have a new neighbor also.  A few weeks ago I  briefly introduced myself, but tonight i was sitting on the front porch after work, and he gets home about 45 min after I do,  i walked up with a 6 pack of Shinerbock  and said,  " hey  how are ya, you want a beer?"  Now I have a great neighbor named Joe. He also works at Boeing, likes dark beer and red beer, plays guitar and keys, writes music scores, and produces video.and photography.   We ended up in my basement  and just forgot to really play, but instead got to know each other and shared favorite music vids.  This link is one he produced for a local band, and he  has won  some awards. for it,  its country so most of you will enjoy it LOL. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2F-DAW84hNA

He said for the price of beer and bbq he is going to do some great shots of me detailing this Saturday.  I also told him if he can help me get a great ad vid, he never has to worry about his car again.
hope you enjoy the vid, and I certainly have enjoyed meeting Joe, also trying to get him to to join chordie.

As i said this was written by my daughter probably as she was leaving for her freshman year of college  I just found it yesterday.. she is now a close to being a senior. My god it goes fast!!

THESE THREE
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She was diversified, says the clothes in her closet, hanging up and jumbled with color;

Someone who held on to memories of her past, say’s the blue soccer jersey from when she was seven; folded next to the stack of of baby blankets from her infancy.

She had an eye for color, says the vintage portfolio which held her artwork; an avid painter says the various brushes that lay atop  a paint strewn easel.

But not a girl of order says the bed that went unmade almost every morning, piled with pillows in the corner room.

There were two little boys, says the pair of wooden bunk beds that face each other,
weighed down with plastic guns and cowboy hats.

A musical bunch, say’s the drum set in the corner and guitars  hanging on the yellow walls downstairs; they had minds with many visions; says the dozens of sketched on pages inside leather bound sketchpads.

Where did these visions come from? Asks the blackened slate pencil as it moves in many speeds to fill the needs of the boys. 

They loved their sister; says the the floral couch and blanket as it covered the three up to fall asleep during a movie.

Those three were inseparable; says the seats of the bicycles as they would fly through the back roads where the trees would smile down.

She left them, says her mostly empty room, down the hall on the left.

Naked hangers say she packed for days. Leaving behind all the things that constructed her childhood;

Picture frames on the walls say they watched her grow, once a playful teen, now a college bound young woman.

Things in her room go untouched, says the settling dust atop the floor where a bed once lay; and her brothers?

They sit on the couch, say the crumbs in the cushions, fighting, and arguing,

And an empty space where their happiness once burrowed.

By Bethany Noel Sailer (posted by her father without her knowledge, till I tell her to look here)

only to say that today while doing bills i found something my daughter must have written her freshman yr of college and I just now, 3 yrs later, saw it. It choked me up.  I will be putting it in the poetry section tonight. anyone with kids, grown or not, this was one the most powerful things she has written and that I have read.

So sorry if its not really the right place to promote (if that's the correct word to use) but I just was so moved by it I wanted to let you all know it would be shared after I get home from work.

Beamer