Wow, y’all

 

Just wow!

I got a lot of love today as colleague John Archibald and others began sharing my blog on Facebook and other social media.

As you can see by this post right now, every post is not going to be an album review.

Let’s be interactive!  (take away 7 letters from that sentence and you have a Mitch Easter band we’ll be reviewing later.)

I just want you to know now and again, I’m going to stop the reviews to interject.

 (Rap interlude follows)

 Interject. If you show me some respect. And let me reflect on an imperfect text to give some perspect-ive, and be introspect-ive.

 Dad?

One of my three beautiful daughters, (or all in unison), say: Don’t sing, don’t’ dance and, pretty please, don’t do hambone. PLEASE!

Now as you have just now witnessed I don’t have a lot of rap songs in my 678 records. I’m a 57-year-old balding white guy with a 3-inch vertical  leap, for gosh sakes.

(Wait, though, and I’ll spin some Sugar Hill down in the  S’s).

So this interjection is about restating my mission and that is to bring awareness to Lewy Body dementia, which I have. I was diagnosed officially with the brain disease one year ago (October,2016).

Symptomatically, Lewy is a little like Alzheimer’s with an unhealthy scoop of Parkinson’s disease. Last numbers I saw showed the average lifespan is 4 to 7 years after diagnosis. So with 678 records (now down to 671) I’m truly on deadline.

Please read my About Me if you haven’t already. And check out the links in the stories.

I don’t want this to be downbeat. My blog will have many fun things.

What I hope is to bring hope. How do we negotiate the suffering and turn it into positive action.? The truth cuts through like a laser, a pure and holy light.

Mostly my blog is true, except for the parts that aren’t.

I mean that I’m looking for the truth but memory loss coupled with an insatiable desire to make people laugh (or cry, or feel something) can lead to selective storytelling. But isn’t that the way it is anyway? We tease out the parts we want to show. Withhold the parts we don’t.

Ultimately we seek and need that which will set us free.