December 23rd, 2013
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A Short Christmas Story
 
 
Hans Christian Andersen (April 2, 1805 – August 4, 1875) was a Danish author and poet noted for his children’s stories. During his lifetime he was acclaimed for having delighted children worldwide, and was feted by royalty. His poetry and stories have been translated into more than 150 languages. They have inspired motion pictures, plays, ballets, and animated films. Originally published as part of Andersen’s fifth volume of Fairy Tales in 1848, The Little Match Girl is an original Andersen story inspired by a Johan Thomas Lundbye drawing and loosely based on an incident that happened to Andersen’s mother when she was a child. Written nine years after Andersen’s friend and colleague Charles Dickens finished Oliver Twist, The Little Match Girl shed a light on a very oppressed and silent group in Europe — its children.
 
The Little Match Girl
 
Most terribly cold it was; it snowed, and was nearly quite dark, and evening-- the last evening of the year. In this cold and darkness there went along the street a poor little girl, bareheaded, and with naked feet. When she left home she had slippers on, it is true; but what was the good of that? They were very large slippers, which her mother had hitherto worn; so large were they; and the poor little thing lost them as she scuffled away across the street, because of two carriages that rolled by dreadfully fast.
 
One slipper was nowhere to be found; the other had been laid hold of by an urchin, and off he ran with it; he thought it would do capitally for a cradle when he some day or other should have children himself. So the little maiden walked on with her tiny naked feet, that were quite red and blue from cold. She carried a quantity of matches in an old apron, and she held a bundle of them in her hand. Nobody had bought anything of her the whole livelong day; no one had given her a single farthing.
 
She crept along trembling with cold and hunger--a very picture of sorrow, the poor little thing!
 
The flakes of snow covered her long fair hair, which fell in beautiful curls around her neck; but of that, of course, she never once now thought. From all the windows the candles were gleaming, and it smelt so deliciously of roast goose, for you know it was New Year's Eve; yes, of that she thought.
 
In a corner formed by two houses, of which one advanced more than the other, she seated herself down and cowered together. Her little feet she had drawn close up to her, but she grew colder and colder, and to go home she did not venture, for she had not sold any matches and could not bring a farthing of money: from her father she would certainly get blows, and at home it was cold too, for above her she had only the roof, through which the wind whistled, even though the largest cracks were stopped up with straw and rags.
 
Her little hands were almost numbed with cold. Oh! a match might afford her a world of comfort, if she only dared take a single one out of the bundle, draw it against the wall, and warm her fingers by it. She drew one out. "Rischt!" how it blazed, how it burnt! It was a warm, bright flame, like a candle, as she held her hands over it: it was a wonderful light. It seemed really to the little maiden as though she were sitting before a large iron stove, with burnished brass feet and a brass ornament at top. The fire burned with such blessed influence; it warmed so delightfully. The little girl had already stretched out her feet to warm them too; but--the small flame went out, the stove vanished: she had only the remains of the burnt-out match in her hand.
 
She rubbed another against the wall: it burned brightly, and where the light fell on the wall, there the wall became transparent like a veil, so that she could see into the room. On the table was spread a snow-white tablecloth; upon it was a splendid porcelain service, and the roast goose was steaming famously with its stuffing of apple and dried plums. And what was still more capital to behold was, the goose hopped down from the dish, reeled about on the floor with knife and fork in its breast, till it came up to the poor little girl; when--the match went out and nothing but the thick, cold, damp wall was left behind. She lighted another match. Now there she was sitting under the most magnificent Christmas tree: it was still larger, and more decorated than the one which she had seen through the glass door in the rich merchant's house.
 
Thousands of lights were burning on the green branches, and gaily-colored pictures, such as she had seen in the shop-windows, looked down upon her. The little maiden stretched out her hands towards them when--the match went out. The lights of the Christmas tree rose higher and higher, she saw them now as stars in heaven; one fell down and formed a long trail of fire.
 
"Someone is just dead!" said the little girl; for her old grandmother, the only person who had loved her, and who was now no more, had told her, that when a star falls, a soul ascends to God.
 
She drew another match against the wall: it was again light, and in the lustre there stood the old grandmother, so bright and radiant, so mild, and with such an expression of love.
 
"Grandmother!" cried the little one. "Oh, take me with you! You go away when the match burns out; you vanish like the warm stove, like the delicious roast goose, and like the magnificent Christmas tree!" And she rubbed the whole bundle of matches quickly against the wall, for she wanted to be quite sure of keeping her grandmother near her. And the matches gave such a brilliant light that it was brighter than at noon-day: never formerly had the grandmother been so beautiful and so tall. She took the little maiden, on her arm, and both flew in brightness and in joy so high, so very high, and then above was neither cold, nor hunger, nor anxiety--they were with God.
 
But in the corner, at the cold hour of dawn, sat the poor girl, with rosy cheeks and with a smiling mouth, leaning against the wall--frozen to death on the last evening of the old year. Stiff and stark sat the child there with her matches, of which one bundle had been burnt. "She wanted to warm herself," people said. No one had the slightest suspicion of what beautiful things she had seen; no one even dreamed of the splendor in which, with her grandmother she had entered on the joys of a new year.
 
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Make a living in the music business – myths and methods

by Greg Savage on December 3, 2013
 
How do you make a living in the music business? It’s such a popular question… one that’s on the tip of every newbie’s tongue who enters the music industry and repeated by those who’ve been in it for a while without major success. Those who don’t know are confused and those who understand pretend there’s some sort of secret sauce. I have 117 emails sitting in my in box right now that include some variation of this phrase (meshed within a pool of other questions), so I figured I’d give my insight on the topic, clear up a few things, and point you in the right direction.
First, what does "making it" mean? What does it mean TO YOU? Is your music goal to make a good living in the music industry or does it mean reaching celebrity status? Is it getting a record deal? How do you measure music success? This is an important question because the answer will determine how complex your road to success will be.
If money is the target, that’s easy as there are plenty of opportunities out there for you to capitalize on, you just have to know where to look and you need to deliver. If it’s celebrity status you’re looking for, well, that’s more difficult.
A little truth: most of the people who make a living (five or six figures) in the music business you’ve probably never heard of. You don’t hear about these individuals much because they aren’t interesting enough to write about and the majority enjoy staying behind the scenes. I lived next door to a successful jingle producer for five years before I knew what he did. I only found out because some of my mail was accidentally delivered to his address.
So, what does it take to make a living in the music business? Great question, but before we get into that, allow me to shoot down some myths that are floating about.

Common music industry myths

1) You need a lot of talent to have a career in music
 
I believe you need some talent, but you don’t need to be the most talented person in the world. You have to be able to deliver what the client wants and to be honest, they don’t always "need" or "want" the best of work according to the creator’s standards.
I know that might be hard to believe because everyone says "hone your skills, make sure the music is really good, focus on creating music of GREAT QUALITY." Take that with a grain of salt. Talent certainly does help, but don’t let the "lack of" factor keep you from creating music and chasing opportunities.
Don’t worry about being a perfectionist either. I find that people who chase perfection miss out on a lot of opportunities. You have to know when to let go, and when to move forward. I would say being able to deliver a quality mix and meeting deadlines trumps talent and perfection any day.
  
2) It’s hard to make a living in the music business
 
True, but I find that people tend to make things harder on themselves than they need to. People are afraid to move out of their comfort zones. If touring is what you love, but you’re not successful with it, that might not be your calling. Some people are great songwriters, but suck as performing artists and vice versa. We’re all aware of one-hit wonders and acts that have been signed to big labels and then get dropped. Years pass, and you wonder, "what happened to those guys?" So, you do a Google search, you find them online and notice they sound exactly the same as they did during the time they were dropped. Most of the time they try to pick up where they left off and the result is music that is totally disconnected from the market — just no relevancy whatsoever.
Sometimes, these acts/artists have a small fan base they can rely on, but most of the time that fan base dies down and in most cases will fade away completely. You can’t use what worked 25 years ago and expect to see the same (or any) results today. Things change, you have to adapt. You can’t cater to a market that doesn’t exist.
3) You have to live in a big city
 
You can live anywhere in the world as long as you have a decent Internet connection. There are many musicians and indie artists making $60-70k or more a year from the comfort of their home armed with nothing but a mic, headphones, and few pieces of software installed on their laptops.
That said, living in a big city has it’s benefits. There are hundreds of talented people who live in LA/NYC who have yet to get their big break. For some, being in a big city is actually discouraging because they begin to realize "I’m not the only one trying to do this." They also start to realize how clique-y and relationship-dependent the industry is. Big city, no strong connections? Good luck.
4) You Need Expensive Music Equipment
 
While most hit songs on the radio today aren’t being made on simple home recording setups, you don’t need to book studio time or invest in a pro home studio setup to record a song demo or a track for placement in commercials, video games, or other licensing opportunities. A laptop plus $600-$1,000 in recording equipment can get you off the ground.
5) You need to be original
 
Oh man, I can just feel the heat on my neck as I type this. Deep breath… I think this statement is crap, flat out. I don’t care what any industry professional tells you, "original music" doesn’t guarantee anything. Good music leads to longevity in a music career, and good music isn’t always "original." Back in the day, when music was harder to record, if you had a sound or style that people liked, they had to come to you to get it.
These days, there isn’t a sound you can bring to the table that can’t be replicated. Technology has taken the mystery out of this, and it gets easier with each and every software update. Most clients want something that sounds similar to something they’ve already heard anyway. "I’m looking for a song that sounds like this," or "can you create something like that?" or "I need a hit that sounds like so and so."
Manager’s, A&R reps, and record labels are no different. They talk about the need for original music, but every hit that rips through the airwaves is carbon copy of everything else that’s out. So where’s all this original music going? Older musicians rave about how authentic and original music was in their day. Truth is, if you study older music (from any era or genre) you’ll notice that it was just as unoriginal then as it is today. Everyone was leeching off the success and sound from the next band or group, or trying to, some were successful and others, not so much. I’m not trying to be disrespectful, just calling it like a I see it.

So, how do you make a living in the music business?

1) Stay in the loop
 
I know It’s hard to stay updated with the latest and greatest applications, mixing methods, or music trends, but do the best you can. If there’s a software application or update that will improve your work flow, GET IT.
If there’s a hot music trend emerging, you need to be all over it. If mixing is something you struggle with, take a class on it. Get on a PR lists, find out when new shows, albums, and company events are arising — these are all possible placement opportunities. Learn the business of music, it’ll help a lot. People like speaking with others who have some idea of what they’re talking about. Go to workshops, there’s so much to learn, and they’re FUN.
2) Build Strong Relationships
 
Ask any successful person in any field how they got to where they are and how they maintain their success and they’ll tell you, "I have friends in high places," or something along those lines. Having good connections in the music industry makes a huge difference if you want to make a living in the music business. Every month I find opportunities in my in box from people I’ve worked with over the years. They pass projects my way because they’ve worked with me and know I deliver in a timely fashion once contracted. These type of relationships keep food and opportunities on the table for a lifetime, and it takes patience and time to really build up a pool of these quality connections.
3) Build a fan base
 
A fan base is a must have, especially for bands and indie artists. You have to have someone to sell your products to. No fan base means no sales, no sales means you go broke. That doesn’t sound like fun in my book.
Building a fan base takes time, but a lot easier than it use to be. Some artist don’t even perform, they just build a social following or email list (of fans) and direct the traffic back to their singles, albums, and videos. Some are even clever enough to build their following online and then launch a script on their site that allows fans to suggest where they play next. From there the band can map out a mini tour based on the interest and location of their fans. Very effective if done correctly.
4) Analyze markets and their competition
 
People always say "don’t worry about what the next man is doing." I disagree. You should pay close attention to what your competition is doing. Why struggle when you don’t have to? People have already made the mistakes and done the trial and error for you, learn from them!
If company X is seeing great results by doing ABC, then you need to do the same, or a variation of it. If you notice companies using a specific sub-genre of music, then you might want to tap into that genre. Can you create it? Is there an element that you can take from it and apply to your own music? If yes, then do so and make yourself more marketable.
If you notice a trend in the media, you might want to reach out to companies who stand to make a profit from it. While people were ragging on Miley Cyrus, I was contacting gaming developers to see if my services could be used in any spoofs they planned on creating. I did the same during the presidential election. Talk about easy money.
5) Give up a percentage of your publishing — be worth someone’s time
 
Yes, I’m telling you to go out there and give up a percentage of your rights. You do want people to help you make money right? Make it interesting for them. Sometimes 20% from profits isn’t enough. 30% ownership? That’s another story. Give a clerk 3% from every transaction that went through their register and they’d take their job more seriously.
People are more willing to help when they have a vested interest in your material. I’m not saying just give these rights up to anyone, but give them to individuals who can give your music career a boost. Managers, agents, publishers, etc. I know that probably goes against everything you believe in, but this is the real world.
6) Be flexible — keep your options open

Be willing to accept contract jobs. Not everyone can make it as a top record producer, musician, or performing artist. Don’t let this frustrate and stop you from earning good money in other areas of the industry. There are talented singers who make a killing doing voice overs. I know a lot of audio engineers who make good money editing sound for videos, games, audio books, and all sorts of random things. Yes, this might not be where they wanted to be initially, but it’s still audio related, and it has opened doors to other paying gigs allowing them to use their craft to make a living in the music business.
7) You should always be creating music!

The more music you create, the more material you have to shop around. The music industry is a numbers game. If someone likes a song of yours, chances are they’re going to ask for more, and if all you have is five tracks, that could be a missed opportunity.
Why do they ask for more? Because they want to hear your range, your consistency, and if you’re someone who has enough music to submit on a regular basis. If you have to create everything from scratch, that could be a problem, depending on how long it takes you to create. Some opportunities only have two-, maybe four-hour windows. If it takes you five hours to write, record, and mix a track, and the agent needs it in two, you’re SOL. A lot of opportunities have short deadlines, so get use to the time crunch.
A good percentage of placements and opportunities come to those who have the ability to deliver with consistency. Be one of those people.
8) Keep moving forward

You’re going to hear the word "no" a lot. Deals will fall through, people are going to tell you "you’re not good enough," family may doubt you — heck, you may even doubt yourself. Push all that nonsense aside, and just keep moving forward. Good things happen to those who are consistent and persistent with their goals. Sounds like a cliché, but good things come to people never give up.
 
Greg Savage is an entrepreneur from California who makes a living producing music and sound designing for various companies without the use of a record label or manager. He started DIY Music Biz because he wanted to create a reliable resource for musicians, producers, composers, and artists that would be useful regardless of their success or skill level. Topics covered on DIY Music Biz include: Marketing Music, Music Licensing, Sound Design, Gear Reviews, Personal Experiences, Income Generation, Case Studies, and much more.
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THE CART    (True Story)
 
It was summer vacation and the Ratliff kids had been bored with nothing to do, that is until today.  Like the Wright Brothers, Orville and Wilbur we were about to begin our maiden voyage in our own experimental craft.  Luckily ours was not a flying machine but an earthbound vehicle, if things went as planned, It was known simply as “The Cart”
     We had already spent several days designing and building “The Cart” and we were ready for our first ride. 
The “Cart” was a simple if not very safe project.  It consisted of 4 solid iron cultivator wheels, about a 12 foot section of wooden tongue from a horse drawn cultivator, a metal seat from an old tractor for the navigator (me) to sit on plus some 1” x 6’' boards for passenger seats (brothers and sister) and two pieces of rope for steering (hopefully).  Now all the planning and construction was over and we wheeled it out on to the Miller Road.
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     The Miller Road was blacktop, good for solid landings if one fell off the “The Cart” and it had very little traffic.  We headed North to the launching site of the maiden voyage which was a little over a quarter of a mile away.  The first section was mostly downhill until we passed the Waterman’s house on the left and then a short section uphill but we were all running on adrenalin thinking of the great adventure we were on and thought nothing of having to push “The Cart” uphill for a ways.
    I guess I need to name the crew involved at this time. I was the oldest at fifteen or sixteen years old and we descended in two year intervals from me.  Second in command was brother Chester “Check”, and unlike the Wright Brothers or the first manned flight to the moon we were represented with a female onboard by my eleven or twelve year old sister Shirley and I guess just to reinforce the fact that none of us had a lick of sense riding on the back seat and hanging on for dear life was little brother Jerry Don.  This first ride happened around 1963 which is about fifty years ago and trust me readers all involved probably remember every single terrifying second of our descent down Coal Creek hill there on the Miller Road.
     At the launch site which was about fifty yards passed the intersection of two dirt roads. The road to the left was where J.P.  and Donna Meadows lived and we had spent a lot of time with them and the Terry Don and Sue Pfaff family at that house.  I believe that J.P. owned a beer joint around Antlers but my memory is a little foggy on that.  I do remember running through a barbed wire fence there and I carry that scar to this day.  Another memory from the Meadows’  home place was that they had this huge Brahman bull and it was so tame that Don Pfaff who was about my age rode it around like a horse.  To the right, East, the road ran past the Ray Martin place, Miss Melton’s rent house, my family lived there at one time and farther on the house where Freeland and Anna Lou Hise lived.  On the maps this is known as Parrish Road but I don’t remember ever hearing it called that by anyone.
     I would like to say that we stood there at the top of Coal Creek hill and solemnly contemplated the seriousness of what we were about to do and how realistic the dire consequences might be. That was not the case and if you will recall I have already mentioned no one in this crew had a lick of sense.  We just looked both ways for cars and warned Jerry Don to hang on tight until we got stopped safely at the bottom of the hill.  How the word ‘safely’ managed to find its way into the conversation is very mysterious.
     We pushed off and soon were underway.  I was surprised at how fast “The Cart” continued to pick up speed.   Then it got to going so fast the iron cultivator wheels started bouncing into the air an inch or two.  This ride was quickly becoming dead serious and I could see the concrete abutments at the end of the Coal Creek bridge and visualized the disaster should “The Cart” crash into one of them.  A few hundred yards past the Coal Creek bridge was Mr. and Mrs. Southerlands house and I quickly calculated that it was too far away for them to hear the crash should that be the way this ride ended.  Finally we reached the bottom of the hill and “The Cart” slowed down and coasted for a couple hundred feet.  I remember that last two hundred feet was a lot of fun.  When we finally came to a stop I seem to remember there was a few seconds we all just sat there in silence.  No one cried or said a thing and then we quickly broke into boisterous comments about how much fun it had been. Then we turned “The Cart” around, tied tow ropes to it and headed back up “Coal Creek” hill.
     When we got back to the top of the hill I felt obligated to ask if anyone wanted to ride down again.  Being the oldest I did not want to show any fear and to guarantee the younger ones had a face saving way out I said “of course we will have to drag it back up this hill again if we ride down again”  I don’t know who it was decided they didn’t want to pull “The Cart” back up the hill but after fifty years whoever it was I will confess that was my final ride down Coal Creek hill on “The Cart” no matter what kind of excuse I would have had to come up with.
 
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A Christmas I Remember PRECISELY!!
 
It was 1948.  I was nine years old and bedridden from an ailment diagnosed at the time as rheumatic fever.  Because of severe swelling in my knees and feet, I couldn’t go to school – indeed, I couldn’t WALK without help – but the trade-out was that I got to listen to the radio from the time I woke up till I went to sleep, which was pretty late, as Mama liked for me to sleep in the mornings while she got the other kids ready for school.  ‘48 as pretty much the peak of the golden age of live network radio.  In addition to all the old radio favorites that get discussed in reminiscences like this, there was a dramatic program on one of the networks around noon that presented various books of the Bible and stories of Christian relevance.  I don’t recall the name of the series, but I vividly remember “seeing” Ruth, Naomi, Boaz, David, Solomon, and others in the dramatizations.  At Christmas, they presented the first time I had heard the story of the writing of “Silent Night,” of Franz Gruber’s discovery that the little church organ was dysfunctional, so he sat down and wrote a song that could be performed with two voices and a guitar for the Christmas service.  The narration and dialogue were complicated enough to take up thirty minutes of air time (I think it was, but a lot of those shows back then were fifteen minutes), with enough time to close with a rendition of the wonderful old song as it might well have sounded in that first performance.
 
I can’t verbalize the effect that program had on me.  Yeah, a nine-year-old kid whose father had played guitar for him in the crib and who had literally cut his teeth on that guitar when it was laid in the crib for him to entertain himself.  A kid who, remember, was born during Roy Acuff’s first full year on the Grand Ole Opry and had no memory of not hearing him or the Opry or Minnie Pearl or Bill Monroe.  In short, I loved music, with a special enthusiasm with music associated with a guitar.  I had already picked up that my enthusiasm put me in somewhat of a minority status – some people just didn’t like hillbilly music.  And I would learn later, especially in high school and college, that some  people REALLY didn’t like hillbilly music.  But I did.   And I held close in my heart that one of the most influential songs in the Western culture had been written on a guitar.   Although I even made a cursory pass at rockabilly and rock and roll, my country enthusiasm never waivered, despite the snide remarks and outright rudeness I encountered.  The instrument I started taking lessons on in 1953 might have been “lowly” in highbrow esteem (as, in fact, my acoustic version became viewed by a lot of rockers) but it was legitimate enough a music instrument to facilitate the composition of “Silent Night”’s caliber.   Many times that awareness has bolstered me.  And I love playing that quiet, wonderful melody, even in July.
 
Bill Littleton, Christmas, 2013
 
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I will release it digitally to hundreds of radio stations around the world.  These radio stations include Internet radio, Overseas radio and smaller radio stations in America.  I will then track and send you reports of who is playing your song for 5 weeks.  If none of these stations will play your music the odds are neither will radio stations in Dallas, L.A., Atlanta, Phoenix etc!

I have been doing this for a long time so I have contacts with radio stations that will probably give you a few "spins" if they think your song has a chance with their audience.  Keep in mind that this is basically test marketing and that is what you are paying for.  You will get a very good deal for your $150 but this is not full time promotion because no one including me can do that at this price.

I will also make and post you a simple YouTube SlideShow of your song.

The idea behind what I am doing is to give you a real idea of how your music will be received by radio for a reasonable price before you write somebody a big check and have nothing happen.  If you don't get anyone to play your music with this test I would think hard before continuing to push that particular recording.  If you get a great response you will have evidence to show someone you may want to invest in your career.



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Grandpa Bill and the Game Rooster (True Story)
by Lonnie C. Ratliff
 
 
Grandpa Bill and the Game Rooster (True Story)
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I think this happened around 1958 although I can’t remember for sure of the date. My Grandpa Bill and Grandma Sadie Weaver were living South of the Center Point school in Atoka County, Oklahoma.
We would drive down to visit them a couple of times a month and us kids would all have a fun time visiting but there was ...one big drawback to our visits. Our grandparents had chickens running loose around the place like everyone did back then but for some reason beyond me, to this day, they had a Game Rooster who had sharp spurs and hated all living creatures, especially kids. This demon rooster from hell was not a joking matter so we had to always keep an eye out for him or he would attack us.
I remember one day we thought the rooster was out back until he came wandering around the house and spotted my little brother Check and he made a beeline for Check in a dead run.
Grandpa Bill saw what was going on and picked up a stick of stove wood and threw it at the devil rooster. The odds of hitting a rooster on the run are probably about the same as winning the lottery but I have always believed God must have guided that stick of stove wood and it hit the rooster right in the head. Mr. Rooster flopped around a few times and that was the end of his reign of terror.
I remember everyone had to discuss the fateful demise of the rooster for a few minutes then Grandma Sadie who always had a lot of common sense picked up the Game Rooster and took him out back to clean as she had already placed him on the supper menu.
I have always loved fried chicken but the rooster was way to old and tough so he was destined to be the main ingredient in a big pot of chicken and dumplings that evening. Over the years that followed I have eaten a lot of chicken and dumplings including the world famous Cracker Barrels but although most have been great none have quite measured up to that very special meal my Grandma Sadie made from that demon rooster from hell.
 
 
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A PAIR OF CHRISTMAS SHOES.
 
A long time ago
Misty and I took a holiday season job
in a Miami department store
in a poor neighborhood.
She was the photographer
who snapped and sold the pictures of the children on Santa's lap.
I was Santa.
The Santa suit and the whiskers were hot,
but it was an unforgettable experience.
Little poor kids would tell their dreams,
which I knew could not come true for them,
at least this year,
but they had faith in Santa
and even a "maybe" from me made their eyes sparkle.
Somehow, I felt guilty.
One little boy asked me how come Santa Claus is white.
I told him I hoped he wouldn't hold that against me,
and he assured me he wouldn't.
There were always a few raggedy strays
wandering around the toy department,
giggling and touching all the magical things
that would soon belong to someone else.
Some of them laughed and pointed at me,
but never came too close.
Others showed off to their pals
by climbing right up on my lap,
like they weren't scared at all.
One little girl, dressed in filthy rags,
was too small to climb up on my knee,
so I lifted her up.
She weighed nothing.
I wondered if she was old enough to talk,
as she just smiled at me, wide-eyed.
Obviously, she was alone and uncared-for.
I asked her where her mommy and daddy were
and she said, "Drunk".
Then she confessed her true love for me.
I asked her what she really wanted most for Christmas,
and she lisped, "New shoes".
She wasn't wearing any this winter.
"Merry Christmas! Ho-Ho -Ho", I choked,
as she climbed down to be replaced by the next in line.
When business tapered off, a little later,
I searched the whole store for the little girl,
to buy her a pair of new shoes.
I was too late.
She had disappeared and I never saw her again,
except in my mind every Christmas.
(DJ's who would like an mp3 of my reading of this story,
please email me at
CD@jackandmisty.com

Jack Blanchard




© Jack Blanchard 2013.
-- Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan... www.jackandmisty.net Grammy & CMA Award Finalists. Billboard Duet of the Year. Our CD catalog: www.elvinsystems.com/jm/catalog.htm Our CD order form: birdwalk2.tripod.com/jandmorder.htm CD BABY: www.cdbaby.com/cd/jackmisty YOUTUBE: www.youtube.com/jackandmisty FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/jackblanchard.mistymorgan Mastering & restoration studio: 407 330 1611.
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THE CHRISTMAS TOWN.

It was the day before Christmas.

We were road tired,
and travelling westward through Illinois or Iowa...
on our way to another show somewhere.
We tried to cheer each other up,
and said we'd celebrate our Christmas at a later date.

The countryside looked like a Christmas card
through the windshield of our motor home.
Fine dusty snow was starting to whirl around.
and the Interstate Highway was just about deserted.

It began snowing harder.
We needed a place to pull in for the night,
but we hadn't seen anything open for miles.
We started to get worried.

It was getting dark,
and the wind was blowing the snow into drifts.
We pulled off at the next exit,
but there was no sign of life except an old barn.
The barn had a sign over the door,
and Christmas lights were on inside.

It turned out to be a little store
with a few groceries,
and some antiques for sale in the back.

The owner took us to a little room
where they kept boots and snow shovels.
That's where we plugged in our electric line.

Misty made a good deal...
One night, two dollars.

We dragged our small artificial Christmas tree out of the trunk
and into the bus.
She had it trimmed and lit in about ten minutes.

We'd been on a long hard tour
and we didn't have any presents for each other,
so we looked around at the antiques and things in the store.
We picked out a few gifts,
but we didn't have any way to gift wrap 'em.

Two or three at a time
some people from the town came into the store,
stomping the snow off their shoes
and saying "Merry Christmas" to each other.
They were smiling and friendly
and offered to take our gifts back to their homes
and wrap 'em for us.
When they came back a while later,
our presents looked beautiful.

They brought along some cookies and eggnog,
and we had a little party with these unusual strangers.
We wanted to cancel all our future bookings
and live here.

In the morning we woke up to snow covered cornfields
and a sparkling forest of winter trees.
An old rusty plow and a wagon
were half buried in the snow outside our window..
It was a perfect Christmas.

We don't even know the name of the town,
or which state it's in.
And we haven't been able to find it on any map.

We just think of it as our Christmas Town.
Maybe it's in the twilight zone.

Jack Blanchard




© Jack Blanchard 2013.
-- Jack Blanchard & Misty Morgan... www.jackandmisty.net Grammy & CMA Award Finalists. Billboard Duet of the Year. Our CD catalog: www.elvinsystems.com/jm/catalog.htm Our CD order form: birdwalk2.tripod.com/jandmorder.htm CD BABY: www.cdbaby.com/cd/jackmisty YOUTUBE: www.youtube.com/jackandmisty FACEBOOK: www.facebook.com/jackblanchard.mistymorgan Mastering & restoration studio: 407 330 1611.
 
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A Short Christmas Story
 
Oscar Wilde
 
Oscar Fingal O’Flahertie Wills Wilde (16 October 1854 – 30 November 1900) was an Irish writer, poet, and prominent aesthete. He became one of the most successful playwrights of the late Victorian era in London with a series of social satires which continue to be performed, especially his masterpiece The Importance of Being Earnest. Oscar Wilde’s fairy tales have been dramatized, made into films, ballets, plays and adapted for radio. The Selfish Giant is a multi-layered short story that will appeal to both children and adults because of the depth of its meaning. For young children it can be read literally about a giant who is mean and whose garden refuses to grow. For older readers the religious symbolism can also be reflected upon as discussing themes such as selfishness and forgiveness. The meaning of the wall around the garden, symbolic of people shutting each other out can also be debated upon.
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The Selfish Giant
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Note: Oscar Wilde intended this story to be read to children
 
Every afternoon, as they were coming from school, the children used to go and play in the Giant's garden.
 
     It was a large lovely garden, with soft green grass. Here and there over the grass stood beautiful flowers like stars, and there were twelve peach-trees that in the spring-time broke out into delicate blossoms of pink and pearl, and in the autumn bore rich fruit. The birds sat on the trees and sang so sweetly that the children used to stop their games in order to listen to them. 'How happy we are here!' they cried to each other.
 
     One day the Giant came back. He had been to visit his friend the Cornish ogre, and had stayed with him for seven years. After the seven years were over he had said all that he had to say, for his conversation was limited, and he determined to return to his own castle. When he arrived he saw the children playing in the garden.
 
     'What are you doing here?' he cried in a very gruff voice, and the children ran away.
 
     'My own garden is my own garden,' said the Giant; 'any one can understand that, and I will allow nobody to play in it but myself.' So he built a high wall all round it, and put up a notice-board.
 
 
 
TRESPASSERS
WILL BE
PROSECUTED
 
 
 
     He was a very selfish Giant.
 
     The poor children had now nowhere to play. They tried to play on the road, but the road was very dusty and full of hard stones, and they did not like it. They used to wander round the high wall when their lessons were over, and talk about the beautiful garden inside.
 
     'How happy we were there,' they said to each other.
 
     Then the Spring came, and all over the country there were little blossoms and little birds. Only in the garden of the Selfish Giant it was still Winter. The birds did not care to sing in it as there were no children, and the trees forgot to blossom. Once a beautiful flower put its head out from the grass, but when it saw the notice-board it was so sorry for the children that it slipped back into the ground again, and went off to sleep. The only people who were pleased were the Snow and the Frost. 'Spring has forgotten this garden,' they cried, 'so we will live here all the year round.' The Snow covered up the grass with her great white cloak, and the Frost painted all the trees silver. Then they invited the North Wind to stay with them, and he came. He was wrapped in furs, and he roared all day about the garden, and blew the chimney-pots down. 'This is a delightful spot,' he said, 'we must ask the Hail on a visit.' So the Hail came. Every day for three hours he rattled on the roof of the castle till he broke most of the slates, and then he ran round and round the garden as fast as he could go. He was dressed in grey, and his breath was like ice.
 
     'I cannot understand why the Spring is so late in coming,' said the Selfish Giant, as he sat at the window and looked out at his cold white garden; 'I hope there will be a change in the weather.'
 
     But the Spring never came, nor the Summer. The Autumn gave golden fruit to every garden, but to the Giant's garden she gave none. 'He is too selfish,' she said. So it was always Winter there, and the North Wind, and the Hail, and the Frost, and the Snow danced about through the trees.
 
     One morning the Giant was lying awake in bed when he heard some lovely music. It sounded so sweet to his ears that he thought it must be the King's musicians passing by. It was really only a little linnet singing outside his window, but it was so long since he had heard a bird sing in his garden that it seemed to him to be the most beautiful music in the world. Then the Hail stopped dancing over his head, and the North Wind ceased roaring, and a delicious perfume came to him through the open casement. 'I believe the Spring has come at last,' said the Giant; and he jumped out of bed and looked out.
 
     What did he see?
 
     He saw a most wonderful sight. Through a little hole in the wall the children had crept in, and they were sitting in the branches of the trees. In every tree that he could see there was a little child. And the trees were so glad to have the children back again that they had covered themselves with blossoms, and were waving their arms gently above the children's heads. The birds were flying about and twittering with delight, and the flowers were looking up through the green grass and laughing. It was a lovely scene, only in one corner it was still Winter. It was the farthest corner of the garden, and in it was standing a little boy. He was so small that he could not reach up to the branches of the tree, and he was wandering all round it, crying bitterly. The poor tree was still quite covered with frost and snow, and the North Wind was blowing and roaring above it. 'Climb up! little boy,' said the Tree, and it bent its branches down as low as it could; but the little boy was too tiny.
 
     And the Giant's heart melted as he looked out. 'How selfish I have been!' he said; 'now I know why the Spring would not come here. I will put that poor little boy on the top of the tree, and then I will knock down the wall, and my garden shall be the children's playground for ever and ever.' He was really very sorry for what he had done.
 
     So he crept downstairs and opened the front door quite softly, and went out into the garden. But when the children saw him they were so frightened that they all ran away, and the garden became Winter again. Only the little boy did not run, for his eyes were so full of tears that he died not see the Giant coming. And the Giant stole up behind him and took him gently in his hand, and put him up into the tree. And the tree broke at once into blossom, and the birds came and sang on it, and the little boy stretched out his two arms and flung them round the Giant's neck, and kissed him. And the other children, when they saw that the Giant was not wicked any longer, came running back, and with them came the Spring. 'It is your garden now, little children,' said the Giant, and he took a great axe and knocked down the wall. And when the people were gong to market at twelve o'clock they found the Giant playing with the children in the most beautiful garden they had ever seen.
 
 
     All day long they played, and in the evening they came to the Giant to bid him good-bye.
 
     'But where is your little companion?' he said: 'the boy I put into the tree.' The Giant loved him the best because he had kissed him.
 
     'We don't know,' answered the children; 'he has gone away.'
 
     'You must tell him to be sure and come here to-morrow,' said the Giant. But the children said that they did not know where he lived, and had never seen him before; and the Giant felt very sad.
 
     Every afternoon, when school was over, the children came and played with the Giant. But the little boy whom the Giant loved was never seen again. The Giant was very kind to all the children, yet he longed for his first little friend, and often spoke of him. 'How I would like to see him!' he used to say.
 
     Years went over, and the Giant grew very old and feeble. He could not play about any more, so he sat in a huge armchair, and watched the children at their games, and admired his garden. 'I have many beautiful flowers,' he said; 'but the children are the most beautiful flowers of all.'
 
     One winter morning he looked out of his window as he was dressing. He did not hate the Winter now, for he knew that it was merely the Spring asleep, and that the flowers were resting.
 
     Suddenly he rubbed his eyes in wonder, and looked and looked. It certainly was a marvellous sight. In the farthest corner of the garden was a tree quite covered with lovely white blossoms. Its branches were all golden, and silver fruit hung down from them, and underneath it stood the little boy he had loved.
 
     Downstairs ran the Giant in great joy, and out into the garden. He hastened across the grass, and came near to the child. And when he came quite close his face grew red with anger, and he said, 'Who hath dared to wound thee?' For on the palms of the child's hands were the prints of two nails, and the prints of two nails were on the little feet.
 
 
     'Who hath dared to wound thee?' cried the Giant; 'tell me, that I may take my big sword and slay him.'
 
     'Nay!' answered the child; 'but these are the wounds of Love.'
 
     'Who art thou?' said the Giant, and a strange awe fell on him, and he knelt before the little child.
 
     And the child smiled on the Giant, and said to him, 'You let me play once in your garden, to-day you shall come with me to my garden, which is Paradise.'
 
     And when the children ran in that afternoon, they found the Giant lying dead under the tree, all covered with white blossoms.
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Country Songs for Male Singers
 
 
Here is 4 of my original songs.  If you are planning on recording in the near future give them a listen and see if any will fit your next CD.  I lease these Nashville Music Tracks (Minus Vocals) for $150 if you are on a tight budget and need to save some money. If you record your own music tracks with your musicians the cost to me for a mechanical license is $45.50.  Thank you and always keep me in mind when you need original country songs.
 
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Ghosts
 
 
 
Anyone But You
 
 
Broken Guitar Man
 
 
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Country Songs for Female Artists
 
 
Here is 4 of my original songs.  If you are planning on recording in the near future give them a listen and see if any will fit your next CD.  I lease these Nashville Music Tracks (Minus Vocals) for $150 if you are on a tight budget and need to save some money. If you record your own music tracks with your musicians the cost to me for a mechanical license is $45.50.  Thank you and always keep me in mind when you need original country songs.
 
Lonnie C. Ratliff                                             Email      LonnieRatliff@gmail.com
 
 
This Ain’t Your Daddy’s Honky Tonk 
 
 
 
In For A Heartache
 
 
 
When It Comes To You
 
 
Goodbye Moon
 
 
 
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