tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-73751414486883680532024-03-12T22:03:45.031-05:00Kevin Waide UncensoredRamblings From a Drunken MindKevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.comBlogger113125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-36210959582057350062016-08-16T10:30:00.001-05:002016-09-04T21:47:10.568-05:00Do You Remember?<p>39 yeas ago today, at 6:15 am, I was awakened from a deep sleep by my parents with the promise of a "BIG Birthday Surprise". <br>My surprise came in the form of my first day of kindergarten. What a let down.<br>At that time, kindergarten wasn't required and was only half of the day, so at lunch, I rode the community dinosaur (<em>we didn't have vehicles in those days</em>) home to have words with my mother about what a "BIG surprise" should actually be.</p><p><br></p><p>When I walked in the house, my mom was sitting cross legged in the floor, bawling her eyes out. I immediately forgot my problem and asked, "What's wrong, Mama?"</p><p><br></p><p>"Elvis died!" was her reply.</p><p><br></p><p>So I dropped to the floor and started crying with her. After about 5 minutes of this, I stopped and asked my mom, "Was he a cousin?"</p><p><br></p><p>What were you doing when you heard the news?</p>Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0Aberdeen, MS 39730, USA33.7438161 -88.595175133.3218331 -89.24062210000001 34.165799099999994 -87.9497281tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-21843977546708000542016-07-26T10:30:00.001-05:002016-09-04T21:46:56.049-05:00An Ode To Getting Old(er)<p>So, my birthday is coming up. 44 years old. Man, that hurts to even type!</p><p><br></p><p>Usually, this makes me happy. Planning the party gig, getting to hang out with some of my closest friends, celebrating another year of experience, it has always been a fun time for me.</p><p><br></p><p>I still enjoy it all, but the last few years have found me reflecting on the previous year’s experiences and where i am in life at that moment. I’ve been blessed. I get to do what I love to do and I’m able to make a decent living doing it. I’ve been told my whole life that my art will never amount to anything, yet here I am making it amount to a fairly successful career, both as a visual artist and as a musician and songwriter.</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve gotten to make music with some of the greatest musicians in the area (dare I say, world?) and have forged friendships that will last 3 different lifetimes.</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve created designs for people all over the world, things you see daily.</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve done pretty well for myself. It ain’t always been easy, but I made it through.</p><p><br></p><p>Lately, though, I’ve been thinking about the things I haven’t done, the things I’ve lost, and the things I’ve thrown away.</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve never gone on tour. I play a small circuit, the north half of the state, but I’m talking about a real tour, one where everything is booked months in advance and I hit the road, not coming home until the tour is over. This is on my bucket list.</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve never had a song or album hit the charts. I know it’s a long shot and the competition is stiff, but I would like to have at least one before I’m gone. <strong><a href="http://kevinwaide.com/album/372434/almost-the-marrying-kind?autostart=true" target="_blank">Shameless plug, I have a new album out!</a></strong></p><p><br></p><p>I’ve lost some people that were very dear to me, be it from illness/accident or my own pride, people who I will never get to see or speak to again.</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve lost my youth, and with it, a lot of my health. This ‘getting old’ BS is for the birds!</p><p><br></p><p>I’ve thrown away large amounts of time on people that weren’t worth a few seconds while only giving a few seconds to some that would move mountains for me if I asked. I can look back in reflection and see it, now. I really wish that part of my brain would learn to work a little faster.</p><p><br></p><p>I’m beginning to realize that we’re not just a product of our successes, but also of our failures. While success makes me happy and carefree, failure tends to ground me, reminding me that a second shoe can drop at any minute, disrupting my celebration in a sudden wash of angst. Failure shows me things about myself that I don’t like, things that need to be addressed promptly. I’m not saying that I do address those issues promptly (or at all, even), but at least I know about them.</p><p><br></p><p>Sometimes, though, success comes disguised as failure, or so I’ve been told, and with a little luck, maybe I’ll learn to recognize these times. I’m not gonna hold my breath.</p>Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-18385774460972576182016-05-11T13:07:00.000-05:002016-05-11T13:07:56.759-05:00Almost The Marrying Kind - June 24, 2016<b><span style="font-size: large;"><br /></span></b>
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<b>11th May, 2016 </b><br />
<b>FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE</b><br />
<b>"Almost The Marrying Kind"</b><br />
<b>Worldwide</b><br />
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Recorded and produced by Kevin at K-Dub Studio in Aberdeen, Mississippi, <b>"Almost The Marrying Kind"</b> anchors itself deeply in the Blues of his home while mixing in generous helpings of Funk, Jazz, and Country music. The funk influence is apparent as the album starts and it goes on to visit the Mississippi Hill Country and Nashville, ending with a trip in church. </div>
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According to Kevin: “This album is a little different from the last two. I’ve been listening to a lot of Singer/Songwriter stuff lately, and it worked its way into the songs. I have always loved playing funk, and I just decided to let it shine this time around. I’ve been calling it ‘Country Funkin’ Blues!’”</div>
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Pre-order phase for <b>"Almost The Marrying Kind"</b> will begin <b>Tuesday, May 24, 2016,</b> at <a href="http://www.kevinwaide.com/">www.kevinwaide.com</a> and will run through <b>midnight Thursday, June 23, 2016</b>.</div>
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<b>Friday, June 24, 2016, "Almost The Marrying Kind"</b> will be available for purchase worldwide through the usual outlets (iTunes, Google Play, Spotify, Amazon, and direct from <a href="http://www.kevinwaide.com/">www.kevinwaide.com</a>).</div>
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<i>The Kevin Waide Project is the brainchild of Kevin Waide and Chris Fooshee and will celebrate 10 years of "preachin' the blues" in March, 2017.
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Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-55142244614928238852015-12-10T11:34:00.000-06:002015-12-10T11:34:36.338-06:002016 Mississippi Music Awards<div style="text-align: justify;">
We are excited to announce that the Kevin Waide Project has been nominated for the 2016 Mississippi Music Awards in 3 different categories: Best Mississippi Blues Artist, Best Mississippi Artist, and Best Mississippi Original Song. We want to encourage you to click the link below and vote today.</div>
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Thank you for all your support over the last 9 years. It's because of you that we are able to do what we do. Here's to the next 9 years.</div>
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Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com1Aberdeen, MS 39730, USA33.7438161 -88.595175133.3218331 -89.24062210000001 34.165799099999994 -87.9497281tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-69174066655805994512015-08-16T15:13:00.003-05:002015-08-16T15:13:58.609-05:00Sunday Musings on Pancakes<div style="text-align: justify;">
I learned an important lesson this morning: no matter how easy it appears, if you don’t have some basic understanding of how it’s done, making pancakes is a <i>bitch</i>! I mean, I’ve seen it done millions of times, I’ve just never tried it before. Well, I wanted pancakes for breakfast this morning, and since it’s my birthday, I was gonna have them! </div>
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Everyone I know cooks pancakes on a griddle. Well, I don’t have a griddle; I have cast iron skillets. I decided sausage would be good with pancakes, so I fried the sausage patties first (<i>mistake #1</i>). I thought I had cleaned all the sausage grease out of the skillet when I started the pancakes, but apparently I hadn’t. The directions on the box said to let it cook until the edges looked done and flip them only once, which is what I did. Well, I must not know what “done” looks like, because when I finally flipped it, it was stuck to the skillet. Got it flipped and it was a dark brown. I finally got the first one finished and on the plate, and before beginning pancake #2, I re-read the directions on the box. “Lightly grease griddle (<i>what’s it with people and these damn griddles?)</i>.” So I decided butter would probably be best to “grease my griddle” (<i>mistake #2</i>). The butter helped the sausage grease turn loose of the skillet, resulting in a black pancake. After that, I just kept pouring and doing the best I could. By the time I got the last of the batter in the skillet, I finally had the process figured out enough to get what Eli called an “<i>acceptable</i>” pancake. Thank goodness I had a “<i>pancake expert</i>” in the house to coach me! </div>
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Eli and his lovely young girlfriend, Amelia, came to town last night for the show. Eli played guitar with me last night for my birthday party. Since it was my birthday show, I thought I’d have a few drinks to celebrate. I haven’t drank in so long that 2 beers were enough to force Eli into DD status (<i>I’m such a lush these days!</i>). </div>
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We celebrated three other birthdays last night, too. Brian, Wendy, and Apryl were all there celebrating their birthdays with me, and we had a wonderful celebration. I did a few things I don’t normally do (<i>like playing with tracks!</i>) but we all had a great time in a packed house. </div>
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I really want to thank Sheila, Josh, and Suzanne for staging a perfect celebration for us all. JugTown Grill is a wonderful place for anyone that hasn’t had the chance to check it out. I highly recommend the place, especially the Grilled Bologna and Cheese! </div>
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Thank you all for coming out and celebrating 43 with me. You’ll never know what it means to see each of your faces and most every show. I also want to thank you all for letting me play some of the stuff from the new album. As a musician, you don’t get a lot of chances to play your original material, at least not in a Pub environment. It means a lot to have a place open to these types of shows, and it means even more that the audience is receptive to listening to songs they’ve never heard before. Hopefully, the album will be ready by the end of this year, so you’ll be able to hear them whenever you want soon enough.</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0K-Dub Studio33.8823244 -88.58478689999998333.882272900000004 -88.584865899999983 33.8823759 -88.584707899999984tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-40093534922224222522015-03-17T10:30:00.000-05:002015-03-17T18:36:03.863-05:00Happy KWP Day!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Wow! It seems like only 8 years ago we were getting ready for our first show. Oh, wait, I guess it WAS 8 years ago. Man, where does the time go?</div>
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I remember getting a phone call from the owners of (<i>now defunct</i>) 363 Blues Club asking if I could play that Saturday night for St. Patrick's Day. This was on a Tuesday (<i>things haven't changed much in that respect, either!</i>), so I got to work calling everyone I knew. Called up my buddy, Foosh, and he was down, and the following morning I asked a new friend I had met at work, Jimmy Karow, if he'd be interested in playing the blues for a night, to which he replied, and I quote, "Sure, why not. Sounds like fun."</div>
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We got together that Thursday evening and had one of our only rehearsals in the first few years, and it went great. What else would you expect from seasoned musicians.</div>
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On Friday, I bumped into "The Emfamus" Skip Oliver and invited him out to the show. "Oh, if you come, bring your harps and sit in." I also invited my friend Mark Coward to sit in.</div>
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I got to the bar early in the evening to start setting everything up. Foosh and Jimmy both arrived pretty soon thereafter, and we managed to get everything set up and sound checked with enough time to work over some of the trickier songs. About 5 minutes until show time, Skip shows up with his harp case and Green Bullet, plugged in, and ran a few lines to check his label. I believe his first words were, "What key we in?" B Minor.</div>
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I looked at Foosh and Jim and said, "Thrill Is Gone." As I hit the first chords of the song, Mark walks upstairs with his amp in one hand, guitar in the other, and starts setting his rig up. By the first solo, he's set up, tuned up, and ready to rip, and did he! </div>
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The Bar area of 363 Blues Club was upstairs, and at one point in the evening, the center of the floor looked as if it would cave under the weight of all the people up dancing and bouncing around. The speakers (on poles) kept swaying the whole night, but not once did they give in to the momentum, standing strong under the wave of the hardwood floor.</div>
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Skip and Mark both played the entire evening with us, and we had a hell of a time. What was to be a one-time show got us booked for the B-Town BBQ Festival and the Okelala Festival in Baldwyn, Mississippi, and started a rocket that continues to this day.</div>
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Many of the area's finest musicians have shared the stage with us, preaching their own interpretations of the blues. I've never tried to name every one before, but here's a start: Chris Fooshee, Jimmy Karow, Skip Oliver, Mark Coward, Tom Sewell, Michael Brose, Jay Carroll, Gavin McGee, Blake Miller, Shane Rowe, Richard Sanders, David Miller, Matt and Chad Nolan and Shaun Miller (Spunk Monkees), Blayze Windham and Kelly Mauldin (Bikini Frankenstein), Rick Moreland, Monte Allums, Tony Caldwell, Chuck McArthur, Dennis Murphy, Richard Dabbs, Eric Stogner and Bob Steinmetz (Full Tilt), Jason Carter, Preston George, Joseph Lackey, Vinnie C., Pam Montgomery, Naomi Alexander, Savannah Smith, Randy Byrum, Wayne Victory, Desmond Smith, Brian West, James Pirkle, Derrick Boggan, Ronnie McGee. I've even had the privilege of playing the blues with both of my children, Eli and Michael. I know I'm forgetting quite a few names, and I apologize to you guys. Leave your name in the comments below and I will add you to the list. I'd like to see a complete list sometime, just for shits and giggles.<br />
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8 years later, our travel radius has grown exponentially. From the Tupelo-area to all of North Mississippi and into Tennessee and Alabama. Not bad for a bunch of guys doing it all by themselves. We've had some highs and had lots of lows, but ain't that what the blues is all about?<br />
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So, this St. Patrick's Day, as you're raise your glass in an Irish toast, raise it again, and help us celebrate our 8th Anniversary. As for me, I'll be celebrating our anniversary at IDK in Tupelo for the Open Musician Jam Night. Come on by and let's have a drink together. Here's to another 8 years!</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-8779267946983981122015-01-26T20:20:00.000-06:002015-01-26T20:20:56.566-06:00(Too) Much Ado About Nothing<div style="text-align: justify;">
I've been doing a lot of recording lately.</div>
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I recorded the New Year's Eve show with Shane Tubbs and Robbie Ross and have mixed a little bit down (<i>work in progress</i>). I've shared a couple of the songs over at <a href="https://soundcloud.com/kevinwaide" target="_blank">SoundCloud</a>, so if you haven't heard them yet, go check them out.</div>
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I've been working with the "Emfamus" Skip Oliver on his solo debut, which we should be finishing up soon. </div>
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I've been recording and mixing songs in preparation for the next Project album, too. As of today, I have 9 working demos ready, with more to come this weekend.</div>
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I've been blessed with an abundance of work lately. Too much is always better than not enough, right?</div>
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As you know, I have two children, Elijah and Michael, who live with their mother a little over 100 miles away from Tupelo. I have managed to maintain a fairly healthy relationship with them over the distance and the "<i>busyness</i>" of their "Rock Star" dad (their term, not mine), though we've always had to emphasize quality over quantity.</div>
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I've been doing this music thing for a long time, so long, I really don't remember a time when I didn't do it. Oh, there was a time when I "quit" music, roughly 5 years of 10:00 PM bedtimes on Saturday nights (<i>yeah, right</i>!) and being the "family man." And, during this time, I was there, with my boys, watching them grow and learn, teaching them (<i>by example, of course!</i>) what not to do and how not to act.</div>
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After their mother and I split, music was the only thing I had, and I had given up on it. I picked up my guitar one night, started writing a song, and it took about 2 months for me to be right back in the bars, playing my songs for anyone who'd listen.</div>
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I talked to the boys before I started looking for musicians. We sat down and discussed it like adults (<i>I was 33 and not an adult; Eli and Michael were 9 and 4 respectively, and at least 10 years more mature than I</i>). I talked it over with them, weighing the pros and cons, explaining to them that if I did this, our time together would be limited, that I wouldn't be as available to see as long as I was doing it, and they both nodded their understanding and acceptance of it. We made a promise to each other that night to emphasize quality over quantity and maximize what little time we would have together. And I started playing music again.</div>
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That was 9 years ago last November, and we have stuck to our promise to each other. It hasn't been easy going long periods of time without seeing my children (<i>you parents know what I'm saying; the rest of you should be so lucky to find out</i>), but knowing that we would get some quality alone time kept me going. Now, my boys are all but grown: Eli a Freshman in college and Michael a Freshman in high school. Where <i>has</i> the time gone?</div>
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I guess I'm getting old, but I've been feeling a little greedy lately. I've been wanting to spend more time with the boys, you know, get to know them, because we haven't been able to spend enough time together for me to really know them as individuals.</div>
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I made a conscious decision back in November to let the gigs die down after the New Year, take a little time off, with the intention of spending more time with my boys. Little did I know that in the last 9 years my two "young men" have developed lives of their own and grown too busy to spend time with the "old man." Imagine my shock at finding out January-March is "Indoor Season" for marching bands and that I'll have to make an appointment to see Michael. Eli's attention is also elsewhere (<i>read girlfriend, and I can't really blame him!</i>).</div>
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Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-59214092811312989332014-12-29T20:23:00.000-06:002014-12-29T20:23:09.929-06:00All Work and No Play.<div style="text-align: justify;">
I know, I know, I've been too quiet lately! I'm sorry, but life got in the way for a bit. I think I've managed to get everything taken care of (<i>momentarily</i>), so maybe I can concentrate on more important things for a while.</div>
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I've been doing some recording/production work for my buddy, Skip Oliver. Skip has written a few songs of his own and is ready to get them on album, so the Project and I have been helping with the backing tracks while I've been working on the production end. It's actually a lot of fun, telling people what to do! Anyway, I've been bouncing between Skip and a show I recorded for Jason Carter & the Healers, where Kenny Brown made a surprise appearance and sat in with the band, so I've been busy as hell. Luckily, I delivered Jason's project in time for Christmas, so I can finish up Skip and get started on our next album. </div>
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Speaking of next album, I'm doing a special New Year's Eve show at JugTown Grill in Aberdeen. The evening features Shane Tubbs, Robbie Ross of Seeking Seven, and myself doing a Bluebird Café-style Round Robin Singer-Songwriter show. The twist is the multi-genre evening, with Shane performing his country songs, Robbie his rock songs, and me "<i>brangin' the blues</i>", and all of us playing the others' music. And to add to it, I'm gonna record the entire evening. We <i>may</i> even have video for the night.</div>
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The show starts at 8:30. Seating is limited and first come, first served.</div>
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I love music festivals, always have. I'm not much of a fan when they get super popular (Memphis in May, SXSW, <i>etc</i>.), but the smaller festivals are lots of fun.</div>
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I don't get to attend music festivals anymore, unless, of course, I'm playing one, and even then, it's usually "there an hour before we go on and leaving immediately afterwards," which isn't a lot of fun. Occasionally, I get to enjoy some of the festivals we play, and I do enjoy myself.</div>
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One of my favorite blues festivals is The <a href="http://bukkawhitefestival.com/" target="_blank">Bukka White Blues Festival</a> in Aberdeen, Mississippi, each October. It just happens to be THIS weekend!</div>
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I'll be playing at Jugtown Grill just down the road a piece Saturday evening, but that won't stop me from being at the Festival. My good friends, Jason Carter & the Healers, will be playing Saturday afternoon, and Homemade Jamz and Jimbo Mathis will be playing Saturday night. Lightnin' Malcolm, Leo "Bud" Welch, and Selwyn Birchwood will be playing Friday evening, and since I'll be in Aberdeen both days...</div>
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So why don't you all come on down to beautiful Aberdeen, Mississippi, on the banks of the Tenn-Tom Waterway, and hang out with us all weekend. There's a camp ground and everything for those of you who like to rough it.</div>
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Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-88935503999924188872014-09-23T18:38:00.001-05:002014-09-23T18:38:39.554-05:00A Homecoming (Of Sorts)<div style="text-align: justify;">
This Saturday, September 27, The Project will be traveling to the town of Nettleton, Mississippi, for the Town Creek Festival. If you've never heard of it, there's a reason: this is the first time for any festival in Nettleton that I know of, and I've been in the area most of my life!</div>
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Nettleton is your typical small town, USA. Everyone knows everyone else, and no one has any secrets (<i>because everyone knows your business</i>). There is not a lot of excitement, the sidewalks are rolled up at 9:00, etc., and the town has changed very little over the years. Most of the same families still call Nettleton their home, most of the same businesses owned by the same people, and they still have the same "unforgettable characters" walking around town (<i>What's up, Big Bird!</i>). My friend, Paul Thorn, is from Nettleton. I'm from Nettleton, too.</div>
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This Saturday will mark the first time in a little over 25 years I have taken the stage in Nettleton. The first time I ever played in Nettleton was the first time I ever played in public, but I've told you <a href="http://kevinwaide.blogspot.com/2013/09/when-was-your-first-time.html" target="_blank">that story</a> already (<i>Junior at Nettleton High School, yada yada, Dean Hudson screaming "Roy Orbison", yada yada</i>). The difference between then and now is I have the Project with me this weekend, and I DARE Dean to say something this time!</div>
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I'm really excited to get to play in my hometown after all these years. I'm looking forward to seeing old friends I haven't seen in "a coon's age" (<i>that's a popular saying around Nettleton and means </i>"a really long time"<i> if you don't already know</i>). Some, I have bumped into in recent years and have reconnected with them through social media, and some I haven't seen since our 20 year reunion in 2010, and still SOME I haven't seen since the day we graduated, but I can remember then names of every one of the 68 classmates I graduated with in 1990. Oh, you don't believe me? I can prove it, but I won't let you pull me into that pissing contest. ;-)</div>
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I remember fifth grade science class with Mrs. Gillespie. Trey Schlicht and I were the "teacher's pets" in this class and our desks were beside her desk, you know, like minions. Mrs. Gillespie would lean or sit on the front of her desk when giving tests, to watch the class. Trey and I were positioned to her side, slightly behind her, with the answer key (that was in her hand) in plain view, meaning we never failed a test. There was one test, though, that was apparently too easy, because everyone in the class aced it. Mrs. Gillespie was sure the class somehow cheated and kept the ENTIRE class in at recess to take a different test. Everyone, that is, except Trey and I. "They would never cheat on a test," was her response, and Trey and I were allowed to enjoyed recess that day. Chad Humble was pissed!</div>
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Or the time in eighth grade I broke BOTH of my arms trying to lift weights at a friend's house. This happened the Friday we got out of school for Spring Break and I guess I got a 2-for-1. Anyway, I had both arms in casts during Achievement Tests (do they even still give those?) and finals and couldn't hold a pen to take them with. Ms. McBrayer took my test for me and would look at me funny until I answered correctly. Danny Bacon got ticked at me at recess one day and punched me in the eye, leaving a strawberry-type mark on my eyelid. But, in Mr. Luckett's math class, when the spot was noticed, Mr. Luckett's question of "<i>What kind of "man" would hit a guy with two broke arms? I mean, how low must that person feel?</i>" was enough to have Danny in the floor almost to the point of crying. I never ratted on him, though.</div>
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Matt Gard and I were instant friends when he moved to Nettleton in the ninth grade.</div>
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Robby Patterson and I built an Ultralight frame, but it never made its virgin flight.</div>
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And Michael Oliver asking Mrs. Hill, "Honey, do you love as good as you look?" was the funniest thing that happened all that school year.</div>
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I almost got suspended the day before finals my Junior year, but I opted to "look the tiger in the eyes" while that same tiger took large bites out of my @$$!</div>
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Or the time the whole junior and senior class walked off campus in protest of the new rules against the length of a male student's hair.</div>
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Lot's of memories of Nettleton, both good and bad, but all worth remembering. Hell, at least they will make good stories the next time I go fishing for something to write about.</div>
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The Project played a show in Pheba, Mississippi, this past weekend. Pheba (<i>fee-bee</i>) is a small community just west of West Point on Highway 50. I say small, but that really doesn't describe it correctly. Foosh and I blinked our eyes and had passed completely through the bustling metropolis before we knew it.</div>
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"<i>Uh, I bet that's the sign saying 'Pheba' when you're coming from the other direction...Yup, that's the sign saying 'Pheba' when you're coming from the other direction!</i>"</div>
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"<i>Damn, guess he meant the FIRST first left turn in Pheba.</i>"</div>
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So we find us a place to turn around, and hope we can react quickly enough on the second go around to find the ONLY left (<i>or right, from this direction</i>) turn in Pheba.</div>
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We were to play the 2nd Annual Customer Appreciation Day at The Bank-The Bar! It was a day full of music, food, booze, and F-U-N, with Sunday Jam kicking of the event, followed by us, Sweet Tea Jubilee, and finally Southern Legends.</div>
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We pulled up to 50 or so people just as Sunday Jam was beginning their performance and were met at the gate by Joey Morgan, the owner of The Bank-The Bar, and his lovely lady Laura, who took us around and introduced us to all the staff. Foosh and I mingled with the crowd until Blake arrived and we began getting our gear ready to perform.</div>
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We took the stage a good 15 minutes early and played a few songs before getting Jimi and Marty from Southern Legends to jam on some Bobby "Blue" Bland with us. Marty Miller is a damn BEAST on guitar, and Jimi Key ain't no slouch his-self! I really enjoyed getting to jam with those guys.</div>
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We took a break long enough for Mr. Charles Burgin to sing a couple of tunes. What a treat! We then finished our set and started to mingle with the crowd, which had grown slightly. We met a lot of cool people (<i>Sherri, Melissa, Dale</i>) and we hope we left a good first impression.</div>
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Sweet Tea Jubilee did their normal bang-up job, but we had to hit the road before Southern Legends got the stage. Looking at the pics on Facebook from the night, it looks like they killed 'em as usual. The food was phenomenal and the hospitality was truly southern. Thank you so much for having us Pheba. We hope to be back to entertain you soon.</div>
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I have no use for TV. </div>
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Don't get me wrong, I do enjoy a good movie on occasion, but having access to 300+ stations on a daily basis, <i>nope</i>, care nothing for it. </div>
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My biggest complaint about television? Commercials. Yup, I said it. I work in the marketing field (<i>day gig</i>) and I HATE the advertising. It's gotten out of control. Too much information packed into much too little time per commercial. AND THEY WON'T STOP HOLLARIN' AT ME!</div>
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My second biggest complaint about television? News. They don't focus on the important stuff, just the garbage that will increase ratings. The TV industry lives and dies by the Ratings System. I've got my own blues to deal with. I don't need to know all the world's blues, too.</div>
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Then there's the crap that's served up on a daily, weekly, or mini-series basis. All dribble. Reality shows are the worst. Back in the 90's, when the reality craze started, I just knew it was a passing phase. It couldn't last for more than a few seasons, as the whole idea is flawed. Man, was I wrong.</div>
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I've never understood the infatuation with watching sports on TV, particularly football. I mean, sports by its very nature means get your lazy @$$ out of the air conditioning and participate! Talk about living vicariously through the accomplishments of someone you've never met in your entire life. Then again, I'm sure they don't understand my infatuation with music.</div>
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For me, TV is an unneeded distraction, a piece of equipment best left unplugged from the wall, especially if you have something you should be doing, like practicing.</div>
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The Internet, on the other hand, I have lot's of uses for. B-)</div>
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In this second installment in the "Memoirs Of A Teen-Aged Idiot" series, I want to tell you about <i>this one time, at band camp...</i></div>
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Just kidding. I didn't go to band camp. I have, however, made my fair share of stupid decisions.</div>
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Let's rewind back to 1993. I was still in the band I started out of high school, Little Dreamer, but we were on our second singer by this time. Johnny quit to go back to school and Anthony "Tree" Rollins (<i>rest in peace</i>) was singing with us. Tree was known by everyone for being in another, more popular, band at the time, Teezr (I think was how it was spelled). Teezr broke up in late 1991/early 92, leaving Tree free to "<i>pursue other opportunities</i>," and we snatched him up as soon as Johnny let us know of his intentions. Actually, now that I think about it, I believe it was Johnny who talked to Tree and convinced him to take the spot, thus providing his own replacement. What a saint!</div>
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Little Dreamer played the Rod Brasfield Festival in Smithville, Mississippi, in 1993. Smithville is located in Monroe County, which is a dry county. For all you northerners that have no clue what a dry county is, a dry county is one in which no alcohol is sold, or even publicly tolerated. Not a suitable place for a bunch of early 20's-aged rock'n'roll kids determined to raise some hell.</div>
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We sat behind the stage, in the bed of my 1970 GMC truck, with a cooler FULL of alcohol that we were consuming at a tremendously rapid pace. We were a 5 piece band by this time, and we came prepared: 3 cases of beer, 2 bottles of Purple Passion (for the womenfolk), a fifth of Everclear, and enough mixers to get the Everclear down. For those of you not in the know, Everclear is an aptly named clear liquor that clears your brain of all memories, leaving you nursing a Texas-sized hangover while desperately trying to recall the events of the previous evening, you know, a lot like Jäger, except it tastes a hell of a lot better!<br />
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For the next few minutes, I sat in probably my soberest state of the day waiting for the weed to kick in. Then, after about 10 minutes, I jumped at the front door, dropped to my knees, and started puking what was obviously all on my internal organs up. I must have puked for 45 minutes before the dry heaving started, which lasted for at least another hour! I had expelled every bit of food/liquid/stomach acid in my body onto her front door step, but I was still alive, though I would be sore as hell the next morning.<br />
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Once everyone was convinced I was going to live, they all decided it was time to go home and promptly left. Since Tree (and all the equipment) rode with me, he was going to drive me back to his house to unload equipment. I should be sober by then. But first, he and his lady wanted a little alone time in the bedroom.<br />
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I don't know about you, but I really don't want to sit around and listen to two people "bumpin' uglies" in the next room regardless of the state of mind I'm in, and this evening was no exception. I waited until I heard the first moan slip from the room and darted out of the house, cranked my truck, and was gone like the wind! I made it back to Tree's house in Bigbee, unloaded everyone's equipment by myself, and decided I was good enough to drive to Chris Wages's house in Pontotoc. So I start running the backroads from Amory to Pontotoc. This was around 2:00 AM.<br />
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I remember hearing a car horn blow. I opened my eyes to see that I was still driving and was about to hit a car head on on Palmetto Road. I quickly got back into my lane and admonished myself for falling asleep at the wheel. I must have went to sleep again, because I woke up in a ditch doing 60 MPH coming to an embankment for a driveway to a house, which I jumped like I was one of the Duke boys! 8 feet in the air I went, landing in the driveway with a thud, but upright. The battery turned over and shorted out, killing the engine, which brought me to a sudden stop. I saw the lights come on in the house that belonged to this particular drive and I asked the man at the door to borrow his phone. He said ok and I said thanks and called Chris to come pick me up. I walked back to my truck to assess the damage and think of a good lie to tell if anyone found out.<br />
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Remember the cooler from earlier in the day? Well, it was never taken out of the back of my truck and it now lay in the middle of Palmetto Road. What were once full beer cans earlier in the day had become empty cans put back in the cooler and left for me to dispose of. 3 cases worth of beer cans, assorted bottles, and the like were littered all over the road, it was 2:00 in the morning, and I was drunk AND high, so I grabbed the empty cooler, threw it in the back of the truck, and hauled ass to Chris's house. I actually managed to make it all the way before passing out this time, to which we started drinking again. The following day would show me the scars of the previous night, but it took weeks for me to piece together the patches that would come back to me, scenes I have relived many times through the years.<br />
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I moved to the Memphis-area, Walls, MS, to be exact, in July, 2003. I remember the date vividly: I had spent the last two years driving to Memphis three days a week for school, and I moved to the area the day before my graduation on July 11, 2003. Perfect timing, <i>I know</i>!</div>
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The following October, an old friend and past bandmate, Chris Wages, called to say he and his fiancé were coming to town for the evening and wanted to get together and maybe go to Beale St. I hadn't had the opportunity to go since I moved (this was during that time I was out of the music scene), so they came by my apartment and we went to Beale.</div>
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We made our way down to the New Daisy Theatre, and what we saw we couldn't believe. Here was ONE GUY, sitting on a drummer's throne, with a kick drum in front of him, a snare drum on a stand sideways, a hi-hat, and the weirdest looking guitar-contraption I had ever seen.</div>
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He finished the song he was playing and introduced himself as Richard Johnston, the Hill Country Troubadour. He described his cigar box guitar (or diddly-bow, as he called it) in detail to everyone standing around (which was <i>easily</i> a couple hundred of people), pointing out the beer caps for pickups, the bass guitar string and 3 regular guitar strings, and the neck, which was actually the struts from a prosthetic leg. He had it split off into a guitar amp and a bass amp, and would play and sing these songs completely by himself. This was the first time I had ever heard names like R. L. Burnside or Junior Kimbrough, Raimey Burnett or Jesse Mae Hemphill, and the music was hypnotic. We spent at least two hour there, watching him do all these things by himself, letting our "Big Ass Beer"s get hot. I bought both of the CD's he had available at his next break and thanked him for kicking me in the ass enough to go home and pick my neglected guitar up. We made our way back to the vehicle and were back at my apartment about 15 minutes later. </div>
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Fast forward to November, 2011. I was working in a print shop in Tupelo and my work one particular day was to help design some of the printing for a March of Dimes fundraiser coming up. As I was printing the posters, I noticed a familiar name as the entertainer for the evening: Richard Johnston. When the lady came to pick up the posters for the event, I asked about getting tickets to the fundraiser. I even told the whole story I just told you, and I'm guessing I bored her enough, so she hands me two tickets!</div>
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I had a young friend that was spending a lot of time at my place around this time. We'll call her "Sally". I told her the same story, adding the part from work, and asked if she would like to experience a night she'll remember forever! By this time, I had "acquired" a copy of the unreleased (due to licensing problems) "Richard Johnston: Hill Country Troubadour" DVD and put it on for her to see for herself. Sally admitted that she had never seen anything quite like that before and thought it would be a great first "real" date.</div>
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The night of the show, she comes by my apartment to pick me up (<i>I'm a Bluesman for reason, y'all!</i>) and we head to the BancorpSouth Conference Center for the show. As we're walking up to the door, I see Richard standing out front, smoking a cigarette. He looks at me with some kind of recognition in his eyes (no clue who he thought I was), and says, "Hey, you're a bass player, right?"</div>
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I replied no, but that I was able to play bass, and he proceeds to tell me his bass player (he had added one by this time) had a stroke a couple of days before and wasn't able to make the trip, and he would really rather have someone playing bass for him, as it makes his job easier. I look to Sally, who clearly has that "Oh, HELL no, you betta not!" look in her eyes, and just kinda shrug my shoulders, to which she says, "If you want to, I don't mind." Looking back, I think she actually DID mind.</div>
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I played part (ok, <i>most</i>) of the show with Richard while Sally sat by herself in a faraway corner of the room at a lonely little table even the servers wouldn't look at. When the show was over, I invited Richard back over to the apartment for some banana moonshine, to which he replied thanks but no, and off he went back to Memphis. Sally dropped me off and left about as quick herself.</div>
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Sally quit coming around as much and eventually drifted away. Sometimes I see her out, and we stop and talk. We're still friends, but whenever that night is brought up, she smiles that unforgettable smile and reminds me, "You promised a night I'll remember forever, and it was. That was the worst date ever!"</div>
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As a side-note, I would like to draw attention to the fact that this is my <b>100th blog post</b>! 100 different stories and I still haven't said a damn thing, just a bunch of drunken rambling. But that's ok. At least y'all get me. Thanks for your attention.</div>
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I have a Private Party this Friday, August 29, 2014, at Jugtown Grill in beautiful downtown Aberdeen, MS, for the Aberdeen High School Classes of 1973-74 Class Reunion. I will be donating my share of the proceeds from this show to <a href="http://alsa.org/">ALSA.org</a>.</div>
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Give your lady friends pet names, names only you call them. And I'm talking names deeper than just "baby" or "honey." Put a little thought into it. Enough time around a lady will reveal something about her that strikes you and you can use this as inspiration for the name. I have one friend I call "Sunshine" simply because she is always in a perky mood, even early in the mornings, and she has even told me that hearing me call her that always makes her day just a little better. And don't get caught calling another lady by one lady friend's pet name, or it's no longer something special.</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-30568933186328130522014-08-14T22:53:00.003-05:002014-08-17T19:46:09.767-05:00The Next 42 Years<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, tomorrow will be the last day I will ever be 41 years old. Man, there was so many things I intended to have accomplished by this time in my life!</div>
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When I was 14 years old, I knew exactly what I wanted to be: I wanted to be a Rock Star! I had my Kramer guitars with the Floyd Rose Systems on them. I got the expensive guitar straps with the parachute clips so I could sling my guitar around my body like the guys in Cinderella. And, yes, I had the Spandex (<i>pictures surface from time to time</i>)!</div>
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I started my first band at 18 years old. The band was called Little Dreamer and consisted of Johnny Holland on vocals, Terry Harris on bass, and Chris Wages on drums. We wrote our own songs and played a variety of 80's covers. We even recorded an album. I had a Marshall 50 Watt Plexi head and both 4x12 cabinets, and would lug them in to even the smallest of dives, because I was gonna act like a Rock Star! Little Dreamer went through various lineup changes through the years, and is where I started playing with Foosh, who has been MY drummer ever since.</div>
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When I was 22, I met my first "groupie!" I ended up marrying her the next year, and we had two wonderful boys together. But I still wanted to be a Rock Star, so the marriage slowly began to fall apart. I would like to publicly state that she is the person that really introduced me and turned me on to the Blues. She was so intrigued by them when she was at Ole Miss that she took Anthropology of the Blues Culture a couple of semesters. For the sake of her privacy, I won't call her by name, but for these two things, I want to say thank you for being a part of my life, if even for a brief moment.</div>
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At 23 I joined another band from Saltillo called Novus Jove. These guys had their own material, and after a little rearrangement by me (<i>sorry guys</i>!) we had a very solid set of music. We played all over Mississippi and into Alabama, and even played HempFest '97 in Biloxi, MS, the first hemp rally in Mississippi. Man, that was a crazy trip! We recorded two albums of original material, and even managed a meeting in August of 1998 with Robert Metzger of Capital Management in Nashville, TN. He was interested in a song I wrote, the title track from our second disc "Long Time Comin'," and was interested in promoting it on 5-Start Billboard Stations across the country. Inner turmoil among the band after 5 years of hard living, playing, and partying managed to tear that band apart in early 2000. So close! Curiously enough, this was also during my divorce.</div>
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I had another brief run with Little Dreamer from 2000-2002, where I starting playing music with Foosh, but it wasn't to be, and I put my guitar in the case for a few years. I had 2 young boys by this time and really wanted to be around them, so I cut my hair and tried to work things out with their mother. I took a job as a graphic designer I became a business man. But deep down I still wanted to be a Rock Star!</div>
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November, 2005, I was totally miserable. Things didn't work out with the ex and I was living alone in a town (Horn Lake, MS) where I didn't really know anyone outside of work. I lived behind Hooter's, so I spent pretty much every night sitting at the bar drinking and eating wings or a burger. I would take a paper towel from the roll, fold it in half, and just take a pen from the register. I would sit and scribble gibberish on the paper towel, stumble back to my apartment, throw the towel on the coffee table, and pass out. One night, I picked up my guitar (it had been about 4 and half years since I had touched it at this point) and just started playing. I played until the sun came up, finger sore and bleeding. I had forgotten how much I LOVED playing the guitar. Plus, I STILL wanted to be a Rock Star!</div>
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I had a short stint with Sugar Ditch in the Memphis-area, and moved back home to Tupelo in 2006. </div>
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The Project came along in 2007 completely by accident, and with these guys I have played some of the most incredible shows! We have played clubs and festivals all over the state and have met some of the best people in the world. We've shared stages with some of the most talented artists in the world, from Memphis to Biloxi, Clarksdale to Huntsville, AL, and all points in between. Man, it's been an incredible ride.</div>
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I've witnessed the graduation of my oldest son, Elijah, and his acceptance into Ole Miss.</div>
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I've witnessed the artistry of both of my boys.</div>
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I've made friends with some of the most interesting people in the world. Even made an enemy or two.</div>
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I have had the experience of playing before a crowd (<i>of roughly 20,000</i>) that's almost impossible to comprehend.</div>
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I have songs placed in two different movies.</div>
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I have self-produced the last three albums I've released.</div>
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I've played country music.</div>
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But I never made it to a Rock Star. I guess a Bluesman will have to do, which is fine with me. Fits me better, anyway. Here's to the next 42 years. May you please have mercy on this old ass body!</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-1777633321852315642014-08-12T19:55:00.000-05:002014-08-12T19:55:02.834-05:00Facebook Band Pages<div style="text-align: justify;">
Lately, I have been inundated with requests to "Like my page" on Facebook. I get it, you want numbers for people to see and maybe, JUST MAYBE, one of the someones will be someone important, and will help you launch your career. We all have had the same thoughts, gone through the same motions, so none of us can fault you.</div>
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What I've been seeing lately, though, is beginning to drive me nuckin' futz! People are jumping the gun, trying to get numbers before they even have content. They quickly click the "Create a Page" button, give it a name, and immediately start saturating their friends list with invitation notifications.</div>
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Here's the problem with that strategy: THERE'S NO CONTENT TO TELL US ANYTHING! I can't tell you how many times I've gotten an "invitation" to like ACME Blowhards or something else just as vague. And you can't just click the About section to see what it is, because there's NO FRIGGIN' CONTENT! "Oh, I'll just go and check the Photos section to see if I recognize anyone." WRONG! The only image is some half-assed "logo" that's just as vague.</div>
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Since, <i>apparently</i>, there are no "reliable resources to help people learn the basics of marketing" (<i>Hint</i>: you're sitting in front of the largest known encyclopedia in the universe), I'm gonna offer some basic tips. All of these points should be completed BEFORE you send me an invitation to like your page.</div>
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Fill in every field in your About section. And I mean everything. Your contact information is a must in this area. Oh, you don't want to put your phone number on your Page. How the hell is anyone gonna call you about that "cute little top with the fringe" when you won't give them a number? If you don't want to use your cell number, then get a land line (<i>they still have those?</i>).</div>
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Only after you have successfully checked off these 4 points may you press the Invite Friends button, and even then, you really shouldn't. It's not like anyone is going to see your posts anyway, since Facebook wants you to pay them to promote your page. Only a small percentage of the people who liked your page are even going to see one post, and most of them are going to absently scroll by. And what's going to happen to all those numbers when the next big thing comes along? Remember MySpace? Facebook, Twitter, Instagram, these social networks won't be around forever. They most likely won't see the end of this decade! Put your time and effort into a real website and take control of your career.</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-9022458669536836722014-08-07T22:46:00.002-05:002014-08-07T22:46:27.320-05:00Memoirs Of a Teen-Aged Idiot!<div style="text-align: justify;">
Went to visit an old high school friend the other day. It's been a while since we've sat and caught up with each other; most times we just see each other in passing and don't get to sit and reminisce, but we had a good visit. We talked about some of the crazy stuff we used to do as high school kids, some of which we probably shouldn't have survived.<br />
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I grew up south of Tupelo just off Highway 6 in a little community called Union/City Point. I don't guess anyone ever really decided what they wanted to name the place, because of the 2 names. The water tower announces the name as City Point but the churches say Union. Anyway, I lived in the Nettleton School District, so that is where we went to school. I spent most of my high school years riding the roads of northern Monroe County between Nettleton and Amory. Monroe County is a dry county, and we would be riding these back roads L-O-D-I-D! Lots of great ideas came from that intoxicated state, like the time my friend, Yo (<i>we'll call him Yo to protect his identity, even though he would probably own up to it if he's reading this!</i>), and I and a bunch of our "Bigbee Friends" decided it would be a great idea to climb over the railroad bridge that crosses the Tenn-Tom Waterway coming into Amory. And when I say climb over, I mean climb over the catwalk at the TOP OF THE TRUSSES of the bridge. At 1:00 in the morning. L-O-D-I-D. It was at the center of the top of this thing that I discovered my acute discomfort of heights. Yo said I was "cryin' like a little bitch," but I don't remember it being THAT dramatic. I do remember being a little worried and having to have help/guidance/reassurance getting down the ladder on the other side.<br />
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There was another time Yo and I made a smokes and drinks run into Amory during a late night get together. This was in February of 1994, I remember, because we had just had an ice storm that had collapsed the only bridge into Amory from Nettleton, taking with it the gas line that supplied all of Tupelo's restaurants with gas to use the fryers and such. Well, at this time, the bridge had been "repaired" (and by repaired I mean patched, and not very convincingly to the untrained eye) and the gas line had been rerouted to the curb on the edge of the bridge that the concrete retainer wall was sitting on. Along this gas line were about 10 or 15 battery-powered, flashing yellow caution lights. Well, Yo and I decided we wanted one (actually all) of them, and as they were tied to the gas line with nylon cord, he started at one end and I at the other, with Bic lighters, burning through the nylon cord that attached each light to the GAS LINE!!! Luckily, no boom, but still.<br />
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We would lay in the back of someone pickup on Main St. in Amory, one friend pouring a Coke into our mouths, another pouring the Jack Daniels, then jump in our vehicles to haul @$$ home to beat curfew. Our absolute favorite place to drink was in a storm house of a neighbor. Grave yards were a popular place to drink, too.<br />
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I've been going back to these places the last few weeks, reliving my stupidity, wondering how in the HELL I'm still here.<br />
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It's been a crazy few weeks. Things have been coming at me so fast, I haven't really had a chance to do much more than just acknowledge them, so in the spirit of giving everyone a little justice, here we go.<br />
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I've been playing solo acoustic at this cool little place in Aberdeen called Jugtown Grill. It's got a really cool vibe about it, and I have met some of the greatest people already. Coincidentally (<i>shameless plug</i>), I'll be back at Jugtown Saturday, August 2nd, so if you're looking for something to do, swing on by. The food is great and Sheila and crew will make you feel right at home.<br />
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What was supposed to be an acoustic gig turned into a "band" show at the last moment in Hamilton for the Hamilton Appreciation Day celebration. Our good friend David Long played right before us and so we made use of him on Bass. Thanks, David, for sitting in with us again, and thank you to the people of Hamilton, Mississippi, for having us.<br />
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I played a private solo show at the Tupelo Automobile Museum on the 16th for Mississippi Water and Pollution Control Operator's Association and had a wonderful time meeting people from all over the state of Mississippi, something I hope I get to do again in the future.<br />
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The Project also played the 4th Annual Okolona Magnolia Festival on the 26th, and even got to do a set with our friend Terry "Harmonica" Bean! The blues was sufficiently preached, that I can tell ya for sure.<br />
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"Gone Bad Blues" was played on the air in Rolla, Missouri, Sunday night. <a href="http://thebasementtapeswithnickandbootsy.com/" target="_blank">The Basement Tapes with Nick and Bootsy</a> on KKID 92.9 FM. You can click on over to their site to hear a stream of the broadcast. We want to give a shout out to Nick and Bootsy and say thanks for support. Hopefully, soon, we can come to Rolla and play for ya in person.<br />
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This Saturday, Foosh and I are heading to Hernando, Mississippi, for an in-studio interview and performance for <a href="http://www.mississippimusicfoundation.org/" target="_blank">Mississippi Music Foundation</a>. Keep an eye on the Facebook page or at <a href="http://www.kevinwaide.com/">KevinWaide.com</a> for when it will air. As I said earlier, I'll also be at Jugtown in Aberdeen Saturday night starting at 8:00 pm.<br />
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There's also the birthday bash coming up on August 15th at <a href="http://www.woodyssteak.com/" target="_blank">Woody's</a> in Tupelo. I would LOVE to not remember you being there, so make your plans now.<br />
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As a side note, as of right now (10:18 PM Thursday, July 31, 2014) we have had 5,133 views on the blog in just a little over a year and a half! Thank you all so much for supporting the music and the Project. We hope to be able to entertain you for many years to come.</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-73969811370112622282014-07-25T10:30:00.000-05:002014-07-25T10:30:02.480-05:00What Have We Learned, Class?<div style="text-align: justify;">
So, I'm staring down the barrel of 42. There, I've said it. I have publicly acknowledge the fact that I am about to be another year older. Man, what a bummer!</div>
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Actually, I take that back. It isn't a bummer. It's always nice to wake up in the morning and still be alive, not that I've ever woke up dead or anything like that. Another day on this side of the dirt is a great day, as they say.</div>
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A few days ago, I was thinking about all the things I've learned in my 42 years on this earth. The more I thought about it, the more I decided to try and list at least 42 things I've learned in 42 years. This should be interesting.</div>
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<li>Fire ants are the devil.</li>
<li>So are fleas.</li>
<li>Cool pizza is better than a mouthful of molten hot lava.</li>
<li>Keep your phone fully charged. Always. You never know, man.</li>
<li>Always have your sunglasses. Another one of those "you never know, man," moments.</li>
<li>Tell the special people in your life how much they mean to you.</li>
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<li>Call your mama.</li>
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<li>Bravada Surfing probably isn't a good idea. Especially while intoxicated.</li>
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<li>There is nothing in this world better than cold sweet tea.</li>
<li>If a woman shares her dessert with you, there is something there.</li>
<li>Sometimes you just gotta get your hands dirty.</li>
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Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-51870724377352706142014-07-14T19:06:00.000-05:002014-07-14T19:06:46.975-05:00Has It Been A Year Already?<div style="text-align: justify;">
I swear, it only seems like a month or so ago since I was typing a blog to let you know about the new CD, "Booze, Bluez, & BBQ: Live In Tupelo." It's hard to believe it's actually been a year, and what a year it's been! I never, in my wildest dreams, thought it would be as well received as it has been. We do this thing because of our love of the music, and it makes it easier to continue knowing there are others just like us out there. Thank you so much for supporting us in this endeavor. It means the world to us.</div>
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It's that time of year again! My Annual Birthday Bash. A six year tradition, this year (as last year) we will be at Woody's Tupelo Steakhouse in Tupelo, Mississippi. It's my 42nd birthday, and since I don't have an album to release this year (<i>yet</i>) I started looking for ways to make it special. Look at that lineup on the poster. Do you recognize any of those names? Yup, it's the ORIGINAL LINEUP! "Evil" Jimmy Karow and Foosh will be keeping the groove flowing right along. "The Rooster" Jason Carter will be playing guitar alongside "The Emfamus" Skip Oliver on the blues harp! I gotta say, I'm so excited about this it's been damn near impossible to keep to myself. And, even better, there will be NO COVER CHARGE!!! How can we afford to do this? We can't, but that's never stopped us before. Go ahead and mark your calendar now. Get there early if you want to get in. The celebration starts at 8:30 and will go until they kick us out, I can promise you that.</div>
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I'm sure there's something else I'm forgetting to say, so be sure to keep a check on the site at <a href="http://www.kevinwaide.com/">www.kevinwaide.com</a> or on <a href="http://www.facebook.com/KevinWaideProject" target="_blank">Facebook</a> or <a href="http://www.twitter.com/kevinwaide" target="_blank">Twitter</a> for any other news. And if you haven't signed up for the Mailing List on the site, you're really missing out on exclusive content only available to subscribers. The signup form is just to the left of the Featured Video section on the homepage, so drop on by and sign up. <i>Me love you long time</i>!</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-71165665001876252292014-07-08T22:06:00.001-05:002014-07-08T23:07:05.908-05:00Dude! What are you doing in my car?<div style="text-align: justify;">
I had the oddest encounter yesterday in Aberdeen.</div>
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I work as a graphic designer in Aberdeen during the week and have been for around the last year. I have fallen into a routine that is quite comfortable, where every day of the work week is pretty much the same; drive to work, go to lunch, drive home. Aberdeen is half an hour away from my home, so I spend a little time driving every day. Not too much drive time, just enough to get some thinking (<i>quit laughing</i>!) done, or at least listen to the latest album I've become obsessed with.</div>
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My alarm is set for 7:00 Monday - Friday (thank God I can set my iPhone and forget about it), and at 7:00 am, it went off. I quickly (as I do every morning) reached over and turned it off. I sat back down on the bed, fell back, and closed my eyes. I lay there cussin' in my head about it being Monday morning (after a long weekend) and I didn't want to get up and go to work. You know, the typical whining. This went on for what seemed like 5 minutes. In reality, when I decided to get up and get ready, I looked at the time and it was 8:22. I start work at 8:00. I called in and told them I was running a little late and would be there as soon as possible. I was an hour late. When I did get to work, it was, unfortunately, Monday.</div>
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Lunch? Lunch went well, at least I think it did, though the phrase "Everything's better with cheese" will forever have a new meaning.</div>
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The rest of the afternoon went by as normal (for a Monday) until it was time to go home for the day.</div>
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I went to my van and went to leave work. I put the North MS All Stars "Key To the Kingdom" on the radio to listen to on my afternoon commute. I took my right onto Franklin and a right onto Jefferson. One more left and then a right onto 45 and I'm on my way home!</div>
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As I pulled up to Matubba St. (which was pretty busy this time of day) I see this younger (<i>than me</i>) man walking toward the intersection. As he sees me, he starts waving and runs up to my window (which was partially down, because I was smoking (<i>I know</i>!)) and started saying things like "I know you from somewhere, don't I?" I reply with, "I don't think so," and he goes into this spill about he's been out walking all over town looking for a job and can I give him a ride home because he's worn out from walking.</div>
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Now, I've lived in bigger cities where pan-handling is commonplace and I know it when I see it. I immediately begin telling him I'm on a schedule and don't have time for side trips. Matubba St is still too busy for me to pull out and leave, so as I reiterate that I am in a hurry (for the <i>third</i> time), I look at the clock in my van, to help stress the point.</div>
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<b>Side Note:</b> My van has a slightly occurring electrical problem in which all the gauges will start flopping around and it says a door is open, which turns the interior lights on. I have turned the lights off so as not to cause me problems when driving at night, and a quick blow to the dash usually makes the gauges go back to working correctly, at least until the next bump. The only problem is that when it doesn't see all the doors closed (as was the problem yesterday), it doesn't automatically lock the doors when you put the van in gear. </div>
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Like I said, I looked at the clock in my van to help stress the point, and when I looked back to the window, the "gentleman" had already walked around the front of my van and was in the passenger seat closing the door, before I even realized it!</div>
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I just looked at him dumbfounded, trying to assess the situation. He didn't look to be carrying anything that could be used as a weapon. </div>
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As soon as he was in the van, he started crying about how he hasn't had anything to eat in days and he has 2 kids at home and he'd do anything, and he meant ANYTHING, if I could just give him some money to feed his kids. It took me a few minutes (and several right turns) to get him to understand that I had a wife and 2 children waiting on me to get home to eat myself and I don't carry any cash on me at anytime and I only get paid once a month and it's already all gone (all of which is total BS). When he figured out I wasn't going to give him any money, he said, "You can drop me out right here," to which I promptly slammed on the brakes.</div>
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I'm not even ashamed that I dropped him off right beside one of the better neighborhoods in Aberdeen. I'm just glad he got out.</div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-34732878054673607522014-06-29T21:36:00.000-05:002014-06-29T21:36:29.199-05:00A Shot of Adrenaline?<div style="text-align: justify;">
A good friend of mine, Evan Adams, called me up a few weeks ago and asked if I would be interested in doing some slide work on a song he was recording for his soon-to-be-released EP. This kinda struck me funny, first that I would get a call from someone wanting ME to do SLIDE work on a song, second because Evan is a country artist. Now, country isn't new territory to me–I did that Tim Murphy show that one time in 2009–but I am not that proficient in the genré, something I guess I need to work on, but that's a different story altogether. The oddest part was someone asking me to do slide work for them. My slide-playing style is more a mish-mash of what NOT to do when playing with a slide.</div>
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As I said, <a href="https://www.facebook.com/evan.adams.31" target="_blank">Evan</a> is a young country artist. I've been watching him progress and grow as a songwriter and performer for the last few years, ever since he burst onto the scene in Tupelo (<i>say that with a straight face</i>), and he's turned into quite the songwriter, as I found out today. Evan's country, and by country, I mean <i>cuuuntry</i>! He's definitely the real deal. And he can sing the <i>cunt</i> out of country music, too. I actually ended up working with him on two songs, both of which will be on the new EP. If you want to know which two I'm on, you'll have to buy the EP and read the liner notes. </div>
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The session today was booked at <a href="https://www.facebook.com/adrenalineaudio" target="_blank">Adrenaline Audio Studio</a> (<a href="https://www.youtube.com/channel/UC_iOxynzd67tv9wP9Z2yYfg" target="_blank">YouTube Channel</a>), my second session at this studio. I wish I had pictures of this place, but these guys won't allow pictures of the outside grounds. <i>Something about blowing their camouflage, don't ask me</i>! Let's just say, when you pull up (<i>or down, depending on your point of view</i>) to the studio, you have no idea where the studio is. The studio is actually in the top of a horse barn, and it's got the coolest vibe of any studio I've been in (<i>and I've been in a few</i>). It's out in the middle of Nowhere, MS, so there are no distractions, unless you bring the distractions with you. Hell, there's not even cellphone service inside the studio. Brilliant design.</div>
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<a href="http://seeking7seven.com/" target="_blank">Robbie Ross</a> was our Producer/Engineer for the day and was a pleasure to work with. He led me along right where he wanted/needed me to go while allowing me to keep myself in what I did (<i>damn guitarists</i>!). He took his time and we got a few really good takes to work with. </div>
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All-in-all, it's been a great day playing music. I took a day and stepped outside of my little Blues Box and had fun with it. Who knows, maybe it'll even sound like I knew what I was doing. <i>Of course, you know me, so you know me better than that.</i></div>
Kevin Waidehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17400375718334218472noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7375141448688368053.post-81483280828192098272014-06-26T21:50:00.001-05:002014-06-26T21:54:28.909-05:00Do You Think You Have What It Takes?<div style="text-align: justify;">
Those of you who know me personally know that I'm a graphic artist and have been for going on 20 years. I've been pretty successful in my "career" (<i>I used quotes because I see design as my part-time job between gigs!</i>) and have managed to (more or less) support myself and my boys as a designer.</div>
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Over the years I have designed some really cool pieces, from logos to business cards to magazine ads, even graphics used on local television, and I look back proud of my work. As you can guess, all design work for the Project is by me.</div>
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Foosh's wife, Deb, is always around with a camera and she has the most amazing eye for photography. She'll walk around and take sometimes hundreds of pictures, and there are always quite a few "usable" stills to choose from to generate ideas for some of the designs I do. It's nice having a large pot to choose from, especially with design. She just let's me have at them when she's done. Love that woman!</div>
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Most of the time, inspiration for a design comes pretty quick, like the Project logo. I have about 10 minutes worth of work in the logo design, and I think it's probably one of my best designs. I'm probably biased, though.</div>
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Sometimes, though, the ideas don't come flooding to you, as is the case with a t-shirt (<i>remember, Kevin, there is an R in the word shiRt</i>!) design for the band. I have had a few mediocre ideas, but for the most part they've all been crap, so I've decided to turn to you.</div>
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That's right, I'm announcing a <b>KWP T-Shirt Design Contest</b>. Design us a shirt that you'd love to wear to spread the love about the blues and the Project. Post a pic of your designs in the comments section of this blog post and the guys and I will choose the coolest ones to decide on. As far as rules go, let's keep it G rated (ok, PG) and let's stick to one or 2 colors, unless you just have an epic idea, in which case, go for it! Anyone that knows me knows I would.</div>
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If you need any resources at all, drop me a line at kevin (at) kevinwaide.com. And be sure to share this with your friends. The more the merrier. We'll see what we can come up with for prizes, in addition to their name being on the shirt. There's no pressing rush on this project at the moment, so take your time and wow me! Good luck and I look forward to seeing your designs.</div>
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