The website of Knoxville’s eclectic radio station WDVX describes Wordstream: The Weekly Writer’s Voice this way: “The Weekly Writer’s Voice takes places every Friday, 12-1pm, on the WDVX stage in the Knoxville Visitors Center. The show features poets, novelists, play excerpts, and more with hosts Linda Parsons and Stellasue Lee.” Sometime in the middle of 2019, my colleague Alan Holmes shared (via Facebook) Wordstream‘s announcement that it was beginning to book programs for 2020. I immediately contacted Linda Parsons, a poet I’d heard much about from Alan and other ETSU colleagues, to enquire about being booked. Linda responded — with poet Stellasue Lee — quickly and enthusiastically and generously. We set up 17 January 2020 as a good day for the show — if the winter weather cooperated. I would play some songs and read some from Gabriel’s Songbook, and Alan would come along to play rhythm guitar alongside me.

I found Linda and Stellasue to be just as gracious, enthusiastic, and supportive in person as they’d been via email. They made Alan and me welcome. And a youngster named Johnny — a Pellissippi State CC student — made us sound good!

We began with some songs:

• “Landscapes”
• “Genesis Road”
• “She’s a Wild One”
• “Big Shoes” — I don’t often get to do “Big Shoes” live, because most places I play are a bit too loud for it. But the Wordstream audience was filled with listening ears, which I so appreciated.
• “Jamboree”

We’d planned to do “Rain on the River,” “Complaints,” and “The Bells of Vimperk,” but when we finished “Jamboree” I looked at my watch and saw that it was time to begin the reading portion of the show.

I read two sections from Gabriel’s Songbook:

• from “Chapter 4: Dancing on Air”: selected passages leading up to Gabriel’s writing of “Best I’ve Ever Seen,” which Alan and I then played.
• from “Chapter 21: Homecoming”: Gabriel sings his song “Homecoming” during the offertory for the homecoming service at the church where he grew up. Alan and I played the song, and then I read a passage featuring Gabriel and mountain fiddler Delbert Gunter. The scene takes place first in the Piney Ridge Methodist Church, across the river from Runion, and second behind the church, at the edge of its cemetery — all modeled very much after the Walnut Methodist Church and its cemetery. (Check out this homemade video of “Homecoming” that features many of the real-life things the novel is about.)

We ended the program with “There Was Always a Train.”

Linda and Stellasue treated Alan and me to an after-show lunch at Babalu in downtown Knoxville. Back at the car, which was parked beneath a wonderful mural, we took one more picture before Alan and I hit the road back to Johnson City.

Thanks again to Linda Parsons and Stellasue Lee for being such gracious hosts. I’m happy to return to the Wordstream stage any time!

Leesa and I just returned, on Tuesday, from a brief run to Nashville, where we visited friends and she strolled with me down Memory Lane — otherwise known, in this instance, as Music Row. We’d driven up and down 16th and 17th Avenues before, and I’d pointed out this place or that, but, of course, in those situations the place has already gone past before the significance or even the identification of it fully registers. She liked walking around with me, where we could stop in front of a house where I used to live and take a couple of pictures.

I took a deep dive into memory during the two-day visit, and the sense of it has stayed with me through these revisitations to my journals from 1978 (when Nashville still lay hidden over the horizon), from 1980, 1985, and 1986.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.078 [Tuesday, January 10, 1978]

Here is today: got up _ wasted time _ handbell class _ wasted time _ band _ went home _ and here I am back at school. It’s not been very exciting to say the least, but the Lord has been very good to me in all he has given.

I think I’ve figured my hesitation with G——— out. It’s like dating someone new and old at the same time. It’s easy to date someone completely new because each experience is getting to know them. With G———, I’ve known her for a long time, yet I’m having to build a whole new relationship; kind of hard for me at least. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.178 [Wednesday, January 11, 1978]

Time passes on here at MHC but there’s nothing to pass the time, if ya know what I mean. We sat around tonight looking for something to do and might well have gone crazy had it not been for some descent [sic] TV. Oh well, all that’s behind now and I’ll get some sleep and do it all again tomorrow. Nothing profound tonight except that I’m alive, well, and living in. . . .

I learned in this gathering of journal entries that I had difficulties spelling decent and loneliness. They’re good words, but I consistently misspelled them.

Captain’s Log: Compiled Stardates 011.278-011.478 [Thursday-Saturday, January 12-14, 1978]

Never have I seen such uneventful days! I had more than this to do last year when I was at home for a month with not even a class to go to. I guess I could get out and sled, play pinball, or hang around at the snackbar, but there’s no use knocking myself out if I don’t really want to. I’ll almost be glad to get back into a full schedule of classes. Well, I’m gonna go home now. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.578 [Sunday, January 15, 1978]

Well, today was Super Bowl Sunday. I went to Mike’s and watched Dallas beat Denver 27-10. Last night, it snowed about 6 inches on top of the two or three we already had, so we didn’t have SS and church this morning.

Last night, as Joe and I walked around in the snow, I lost all of my keys. That’s the breaks. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.678 [Monday, January 16, 1978]

Another day gone with the wind. Yogi and I went to Marshall to have a couple of keys made then went to Asheville to the drug store. Later on, there was a knock on the door and it was Egbert with my keys. He said they were in Cloice’s truck but I am positive I had them at Steve’s, long after I was in Cloice’s truck. Therefore, I firmly believe the Lord just laid them in there in answer to my prayers.. Thank you Lord.

Tonight was no big deal. We saw a Woody Allen movie, “Take the Money and Run” which was pretty good.

I’ve got to find a girl and I pray that I find a good’un. . . . for he is able to give exceedingly, abundantly above all that we can ask or think. . . .

“Egbert” was the pet name for my younger cousin Mark Plemmons. His father’s name, Cloice, is pronounced, KLO-iss, for those of you who’ve never run across that name before. I have no idea where it came from, and I don’t remember ever having met another so named. The Nashville apartment house I moved to in January 1980 at some point had a Clovis, but that’s more common, I think.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.080 [Thursday, January 10, 1980]

Today has been a good day up until now at least. I had good classes this morning and all day actually. I spent my free time today doing a lead sheet for “Rhymes.” I’m gonna try to keep one of those projects going all the time. Tonight I studied accounting ’til I was blue in the face. Then I tried to write some but I was burnt, especially when I went to the ‘frig’ [sic] to get my last MD and it was gone. I’ve tried to tell myself, maybe I had the last today but I know it was there.

Well, I go to chapel tomorrow. I hope I’m sitting with some descent [sic] people.

I’ve been thinking about K——— and folks at home alot lately so tomorrow I go home. K——— sure has been on my mind alot lately. Now that I’m away from her it may be that I’ll fall in love with her. I’ll probably take her out this weekend. Better get some rest for the trip . . . when my life and writing is going wrong I think of Dallas and “I’ve never seen the Righteous forsaken”

• MD = Mountain Dew
• “chapel” was a regular, required gathering of Belmont College students for religious (Baptist) instruction. We had assigned seats, and attendance was taken. I remember mine being near the middle of a row near the back right of the auditorium. I thought the requirement was a bit archaic; Mars Hill College was also a Baptist institution, but I think its chapel requirement was long gone by the time I began there.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.180-011.380 [Friday-Sunday, January 11-13, 1980]

Today was . . . Wait, I have a whole weekend to report. I made the long drive home Friday OK. I spent the evening at home with the Plemmons’ [sic]. That night Joey said he and Charl were having problems but I think things have worked out OK[.] Saturday I spent most of the day with Ed, Laura, and Keith. I talked to Jobie, Stan, and Karen too. The boys from 013 — shdoobee went to see the Electric Horseman and it was really good.

Today was great until I left Mike’s at about 4:10. The drive was bad enough but when I had car trouble it was really bad. I got scared and nervous, then missed home and friends, then started crying. But as the tears fell I smiled as I remembered the words of Dallas Holm’s “He is There.” It was a good experience. I had a lump of lonliness [sic] in my throat for a long time after I got here but the Lord and my accounting homework got rid of that . . . sleepy now, ciao . . .

As Leesa and I were driving to Nashville on Sunday the 12th, we were descending the western side of the Cumberland Plateau as I told her about a night back in the ’80s when I was having car trouble in that area. The experience of January 13th described above seems exactly like what i was telling her. I was barely 21 and in the middle of seemingly nowhere. No cell phone. I remember the scare and the tears. But maybe I had two such experiences over the years of traveling that road, because one detail is missing. I don’t remember the assistance of the Dallas Holm song, but maybe that was the case. What I do remember distinctly — which doesn’t appear in the above relation — is that at my worst moment I looked off into the darkness north of the interstate and saw a brightly lit cross shining from some distant hilltop (or hillside). I calmed down. My car quit its misbehaving. I made it to Nashville safe and sound and thankful.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.480 [Monday, January 14, 1980]

All in all a good day today. I went to chapel and then had a good accounting class and Mulloy’s class was OK too. I spent most of the afternoon, it seemed on the pay phone, I go to get mine Wednesday and they’ll hook it up Thursday.

I got the pictures I’ve been looking for today and they were the best ever of 013. I can’t wait ’til the boys see them.

I called Dad tonight and he said to bring the car on home Friday so I’m gonna get out of my 1:00 class so I can get almost there before dark. Maybe I can get Joe and Steve to meet me in Knoxville and follow me in.

Oh yes, Pam called me yesterday. It was good to talk to her. She said they lost the tape and I just hope and pray it doesn’t fall into the wrong hands.

I’ve got my longest day tomorrow so I better get some sleep . . .

I’m thinking that the “Pam” referenced in this entry was Pam Furman, one of the California girls with me on the amazing AESU trip from the previous summer (1979).

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.580 [Tuesday, January 15, 1980]

I just wanted to write a little this morning because of a dream I had. It was the first time I ever remember dreaming about Papa. In the dream a group of us are walking down the road and there he was on a horse come riding down from the field he was working in. I can’t remember exactly what he said. I just remember crying and asking how he was. I think he said he was well.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.580 [Continued]

“The Silence of the Mornin'” . . . Ed Huskey. I think it was about his favorite song and I was just listening to it.

I got quite a bit of work done today as far as my own stuff. I did music for “You and I” and finished and put music to “It’s Always Been You”. It’s been so lately that I’ve been putting chords in my book and I think soon I’ll record everyone and add another every time I finish. I also need to start my lead sheets. So far I only have “Rhymes”. I’m gonna ask Mr. Mulloy if its lead sheets are acceptable before I do all the rest.

I go pick up my phone tomorrow and I guess I’ll be just like the “Jerk” when the new phone book comes. Well, it’s really late . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 011.680 [Wednesday, January 16, 1980]

Well, it’s been an unbelievably average day . . . Seminar, class, eat, and study. The only things out of the ordinary were: I got my telephone today . . . 320-5051 Cody, Michael A. _ I had company for dinner . . . Taylor Binkly, my new next door neighbor _ I called Beth Forbis and talked to her quite a while . . . we’re gonna get together some time next week _ and I wrote many letters.

As you may have noticed, Beth is about the first girl I’ve mentioned since I came to Nashville. I’m trying not to think about it if possible ’cause it usually just makes me sick. I feel the good Lord will lead me to someone in due time so I’m just trying to trust Him in this right now. Not to say I haven’t seen and stared at several nice ‘uns I’m just . . .

Like Pam Furman, Beth Forbis was one of the girls from AESU 616. I saw her that one night in Nashville. She was going to college, but I can’t remember which one. Vanderbilt maybe.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8501.11 [Friday, January 11, 1985]

It is morning and I am still not all awake yet but I figured I’d write a little because at night I seem to work on songs to the point of exhaustion. Still they come slow and labored. I really must try to forget the record business all together so tI can concentrate on what I am writing . . .

Captain’s Log Supplimental [sic]

Today really turned out well. After I wrote my first entry, Jim wanted me and Billy Bob Shane to do a rough (office) version of the song we wrote (“On the Loose”) which turns out to be a descent [sic] little tune, I just say. Then Jim and I had ourselves a lunch at Shoney’s after which I walked around the mall for a while. When I got back to the office everyone looked at me all smiles and I was informed that Kin Vassey of Kenny Rogers Prods. had called with an enthusiastic review of “Real Love” which I blindly sent to LA a few months ago. I called Kin back because he had a suggestion for a possible change of a couple of bars in the chorus. He thought the tune was very good and told me I was a good writer and artist. I was naturally on a high. Kenny will be cutting sometime toward June so I think “Real Love” will definitely be considered. Also Kin said to send him anything I wanted and he gave me a code (K)* to put on the package so it was sure to get directly to him. Thanks God for all of this. I was so inspired even when I got off work that I was able to come home and finish a new song I’ve been wrestling with for a couple of weeks. Of course I’ll live with it a while but I think it’s done. I call it “Never Fade Away“, a positive love song (believe it or not) inspired by time spent recently with a certain Pyra Rochelle Slaven. it’s been a good day and now I’ll sleep . . .

* A K inside a circle.

33 years ago today — January 16, 2020 — was also a Thursday.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8601.16 [Thursday, January 16, 1986]

I guess the only big news is that I have moved to Cats #1 on West End and going at it full time. Due to concern over Earl’s financial situation and our arrangement, I decided to check on full-time work with Steve West so there you have it. I like it pretty well. The time flies faster because we generally stay so busy. Still not sure how this will affect my writing as I haven’t settled down enough yet to write.

I must stop here and confess the feelings that hit me when I wrote that last bit. It was a feeling of hopelessness. Why am I concerned about my writing? What is the point in it? It has gotten me nowhere really. There is little sense of accomplishment when a great song is finished and shoved into a drawer. There must be more. I don’t have a girl either. I know I would write regardless of where I was or what I was doing. Should I leave Nashville and go home or to California or to Maine and start building a life? I don’t want to give up but I can’t hold to the road much longer without some sense of direction.

Part of my depression is being alone. It’s tough to sit at Burger King’s drive-thru and watch the couple in the car behind you making out and laughing. It’s 12:30 AM and you’re all alone. I also get an odd feeling when Noel shows up with one of his beautiful new finds. I know fully that there is not one bit of vanity in him. I think it’s just the sheer beauty of a girl like Jan that gives me that slap of lonliness [sic].

Earl is in New York doing who knows what. I have tried to hold on to some faith in him but it is gone. I’ve used the big “if” in talking about him but I know now there is nothing he can do. I feel our relationship is doomed and if I am actually [to] make it in this business I must get away from him. I don’t know how that will work out but it has to.

On the lighter side, Jack and Leslie were on Headline Chasers on Tuesday and they won $2300 a piece! It was great to see them and hear them tell Wink M. stories I knew they had just made up.

Well, it’s time to shower up and head off to work . . .

More from my old Writing Life blog:

• Wednesday, January 10, 2007
• Friday, January 12, 2007
• Tuesday, January 15, 2008
• Saturday, January 10, 2009
• Sunday, January 11, 2009
• Wednesday, January 14, 2009
• Thursday, January 15, 2009
• Monday, January 10, 2010

I return to my journals from 1978, 1980, 1982, and 1985. In January of 1978, I was 19 years old and studying flute at Mars Hill College. In January of 1980, I was 21. I’d spent five semesters at MHC and the previous summer in Europe. During the autumn of ’79, with my world and mind expanded through travel, I seemed to have reached a some conclusions: one was that I didn’t have the dexterity to be a great flute player; another was that I had an interest in the music business, specifically songwriting; yet another was that I would leave Mars Hill and transfer to Belmont College, a similar school in Nashville, Tennessee, where a new program in music business was being offered. These conclusions led me to make the bold move to Music City, a move which lasted only until June of that year when I’d finished one semester at Belmont and returned home to North Carolina. January of 1982 found 23-year-old me again involved with Nashville — a sort of long-distance relationship at first, but later that year a second move. In January 1985, I was 26-going-on-27, and I’d been living in Nashville for a couple of years — making friends and making music.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.478 [Wednesday, January 4, 1978]

Well, I’m counting down the days until I have to go back to school. This Sunday I’ll have to load up and head back. I’ve got kind of mixed emotions about the whole thing; I want very much to not have to leave here, but at the same time I want to go back I guess more than anything just to get out again.

Today, Joey and I went to the “derm” and then over to Tweed’s at about 10:00. We sat around and talked for about an hour-and-a-half, then Mike got ready and we went to the Western Sizzler for some lunch. Over lunch the subject of beer came up and for some reason I made mention of the fact that I don’t like to eat and drink and prefer to have a coke and then beer. Mike didn’t seem to be concerned and I didn’t really think about it until Joe said something about it when we left Tweed’s at about 3:30. It was a really good day. This evening has been mostly made up of watching TV and reading. I bought a book, The Force of Star Wars, and it deals with things Mike and I have talked about, parallels with the Bible; pretty interesting. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.578 [Thursday, January 5, 1978]

I love these good easy days. I rolled out of bed at 11:30 and from then on I did next to nothing. I was a PSA on WLOS-TV about “STAR TREK and Science Convention” coming up soon. I’m pretty sure I’ll go to that.

Harlon said he talked to Jim yesterday and we’re gonna try to have a sort of White Water reunion jam on Saturday. I’m really looking forward to that. . . .

Captain’s Compiled Log: Stardates 010.678-010.878 [Friday-Sunday, January 6-8, 1978]

Well the big thing going on right now is that I’m back at school. It was pretty much of a hassel [sic] getting everything back up here but it all came out alright. It’s pouring the snow outside so the high school won’t meet tomorrow and if this keeps up they may be out quite a while.

That’s about it for today and the last two or three for that matter. Oh yea [sic], I took G——— out Saturday and we had a really good time. She’s really nice and I could lose myself in her, but something in me just won’t let go and I don’t know why. . . .

I lived my freshman year in Spilman Hall, one of the oldest dormitories on the Mars Hill College campus. One of my favorite memories of that time is that when snow fell, the boys from Florida — and MHC had quite a few of these — would go outside every few minutes to wipe the accumulation off their cars, fearing that snow might ruin their paint jobs.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.978 [Monday, January 9, 1978]

Well, my started off today by standing in line for two-and-a-half hours to get a sticker put on my ID (<– Bummer). This evening I went to Mike’s to eat supper and we went to see “Close Encounters.” It is really a great movie. I feel so free when I see it and I can really identify with Roy Neary. He’s played by Richard Dreyfuss, who has now become my favorite actor. Tomorrow I start my hand bell class so I’ll get some Z’s now. . . .

MHC had these short-term semesters in January each year, during which students could take a class in some special interest. I don’t remember if I took any other January courses, but I remember enjoying learning to play handbells.

Now the scene shifts to the beginning of January 1980. I was less than two months past my 21st birthday and settling in on 17th Avenue in Nashville. I can only imagine that I took this step with the aid of confidence earned in my summer abroad with AESU — the American-European Student Union tour.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.679 [actually 010.680; Sunday, January 6, 1980]

Tonight is my second night as a citizen of Nashville, Tennessee. It’s been as good as an be expected of the situation I have put myself into. That of being off campus in an upstairs one-room apartment. So far it has been boring and very lonely but I have chosen this for work purposes, school and song-writing. I had my fun last semester, about which I must write something now.

I knew Phill Shuford as a very good friend for 2 years before we became roommates in apartment 013. The only blemish on our semester was that Phill spent 8 week[s] in Washington, D.C. We really missed him in the good times we had. He is a great fellow and was always a very good friend.

I knew Keith Johnson in a basic “Hello” relationship for a while, but not quite as long a[s] Phill. KJ is a funny man and there’s never a dull moment when he’s around. He was the main reason we got in trouble with the girls upstairs, stayed up half the night every night. Through all the laughter and nonsense, Keith is a very good friend.

Finally, I had no idea who Ed Huskey was before I came to 013 but it wasn’t long before he became my closest friend.

As soon as I started getting to know him I knew there was a special chemistry between he and I. He painted me a picture of the Silver Warrior and I gave him a guitar, and we laughed alot [sic]. We are now brothers but now also separated. Yet for the last 4 months he’s been a big part of my life and I love him.

So ends and begins another stage of my life. It was as much fun (or more) as Europe and we had great times. Keith and Phill are still in 013, Ed is in Cherokee and I’m here in Nashville . . . I miss ’em . . . and I love ’em. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.780 [Monday, January 7, 1980]

It has [sic]

It has been a very good day. I spoke with Mr. Mulloy of the MB department today and registered. My classes look exciting and I’ll be glad to get started. I’m taking Accounting, History of Commercial Music, Algebra, Survey of Music Business, Business Intro, and Intro to the Studio.

There are many pretty girls here and in general most people I talked to were very nice . . . True Southerners! I mailed a bunch of letter and talked to Mom and Dad on the phone tonight. I’m looking forward to the back home scene. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.880 [Tuesday, January 8, 1980]

The first day of classes went well today. They are all new and I can see now this is a real challenge. I just hope I’m up to it. I’m gonna work on being a bit more out-going and aggressive . . . try to move with a little more self-confidence. I am in no way changing my personality, just bringing it out more. It’ll be a slow change ’cause it’s very hard for me to do. I think just the confidence and drive to just speak out is what I need to develop.

There are sure more people that [sic] I expected in this degree. Everywhere it seems I ran into MB majors, my classes are at least 80% MB people.

I’ll be taking flute, as soon as I can get lessons arranged, with Mrs. Norma Rogers. I want to keep up my flute no matter what.

I also need to see the Financial aid people about a UDSL ’cause it looks like I’m gonna need it.

Well, I’ve got accounting and History of Commercial Music tomorrow so I better go. Unless I can talk myself out of it or it costs more than $5.00, I’ll be going to see live wrestling tomorrow night; that should be wild . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.980 [Wednesday, January 9, 1980]

Well, now I’ve been to all of my classes once except for flute and MB Seminar. Things are gonna be OK. One more night here then I’ll go home for a couple of days and I can hardly wait.

I went to see live wrestling for the first time tonight. It was funny to watch the crowd[‘]s reaction to all that was going on.

I performed my habit again tonight. One of these days I’m gonna learn to let the Lord strengthen me.

I wrote some new lyrics today; no music yet. It’s called “Once for Every Lonely Night” and with the right music it might come out pretty well. I’m thinking about calling some guys who want a lead singer for a Christian rock group. I think it might be a good experience. . . .

I sort of remember “Once for Every Lonely Night.” I’m sure I have the lyric somewhere, and I probably have a demo recording of it somewhere as well. Wrestling matches used to take place regularly at the fairgrounds in Nashville. Although I’d regularly watched wrestling on TV since the 1960s, I’d never seen a live show before this trip in January ’80.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8201.06 [Wednesday, January 6, 1982]

Another tough, tough day gone by. This morning we moved Mama Reeves to Ernie’s for a stay. She took it rather hard but she’s OK for now. The house was different when I came back here and I’m very worried as to how Mom is going to take that difference when she gets back from Jerry’s.

I had one break from the toughness of the day when I went downtown in Asheville. First I went up to the Pack Squire Magazine story and rummaged through them and finally bought a Rolling Stone. From there I went around a couple of corners to Woolworth’s and stopped at the lunch counter for a greasy burger and french fries while I read my magazine. Then I went to the Glass Company and got my flute out of repair for a mere $90 (it had been there since 8107.31 [Friday, July 31, 1981]). From there it was down hill. When I got to Ron’s office I found out that Earl’s check bounced and we can’t get hold of him. We can’t find out what the deal is or if the deal is. I am prepared for the whole thing to fall through but I don’t know what I’ll do if it does. It’s just that so many would be let down besides me. Anyway, I feel that the music I am writing is very good and that it’s something people will accept as many already have. The only thing I know is to leave it in the hands of my LORD and allow His will to be done.

Getting back to today, I called Jerry at work to see what, if anything he had gotten out of Mom and Dad, turned out to be nothing, and also tell him Mama Reeves was moved up on the hill.

Tonight I listened to music, watched some TV, played guitar, ate Chinese food, and finishe[d] a song called “Marie”. It may not be on e of my best but it was something to write. I have the house to myself so I don’t know if I’ll stay here tomorrow or hit A-ville again. . . .

If I’m not mistaken, my flute was in the shop for so long because of the repair it needed after I sat on it. Yes, I sat on it. I’d been playing in my bedroom one night in July 1981 (I’m guessing about this general date). I had the lights off while I improvised melodies. At some point, I put the flute down on one of the beds and left the room for something. I came back in without turning on the lights and sat down on the bed exactly where the flute lay. What a sickening feeling!

My family — Dad, Mom, Jerry, and I — had moved into the Reeves homeplace in Walnut after Papa Reeves walked on in June 1968. So, I grew up in the same house Mom grew up in. But living with my grandmother, Mama Reeves, took its toll on Mom, who had a difficult time transitioning from daughter to being herself as wife and mother. Never terribly strong emotionally — at least according to her — Mom had a kind of breakdown at this time, and she and Dad left to stay with Jerry in Statesville, expecting the rest of the family to sort out Mama Reeves. That’s how she ended up at my aunt Ernie’s for a period of time before going to a nursing home in Shelby, where my uncle Mack was a Methodist minister. Mama Reeves eventually walked on from there.

By January of 1985, I’d been living in Nashville for 2-3 of years. I shared a love of Bruce Springsteen’s music with friends Noel Hudson and T. Michael Scalf. When the Boss was touring, we’d jump in the car and drive to places like Greensboro, NC, and Lexington, KY, to catch shows with tickets purchased from scalpers. When Springsteen came to the Nashville area (Murfreesboro), I slept overnight in a sleeping bag on a winter sidewalk to buy tickets for the gang.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8501.03 [Thursday, January 3, 1985]

Today it rained and was cold. I did very little besides work. Things at the store were pretty slow because of the weather, and I slowly developed a headache. I called John Johnson in Greensboro tonight to make sure he had me [a] ticket to the Boss’ 8501.19 show in that city. He does and I’m going. . . .

Check out this video clip from an old 20/20 episode, in which Hugh Downs did a segment on Springsteen’s support of local food banks. At around the two-minute mark, a woman from the Greensboro food bank is featured and right about 2:20, Noel and T. Michael step in to give donations. Noel is in the blue jean jacket and what looks like a UCLA shirt, and T. Michael comes right behind him in the black leather jacket.

More from my old Writing Life blog:

• Thursday, January 4, 2007
• Friday, January 5, 2007
• Wednesday, January 9, 2008
• Sunday, January 4, 2009
• Tuesday, January 6, 2009
• Saturday, January 7, 2012

The approach to and experience of any given January 1 is a time of reflection, of looking both backward and forward. My journals show this, so a long post of entries follows, beginning with the last week of 1977 and first days of 1978. I was 19 years old.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 122.777 (Tuesday, December 27, 1977)

Today passed much like the rest have done since I’ve been out of school. I laid [sic] around the house all day and went out very little. I got my ring and book on “STAR TREK II.” The book was really good and I’m looking forward to seeing the new series. The ring is made of good metal but it has a cheap finish so I’m gonna take it to a jewelers in Asheville and have it gold plated; I hope I can find someone to do it.

I went to Leesa’s tonight to get my haircut. Ya know after all that fuss I logged about her, I realize that we could never make it as a pair simply because we walk two completely different paths. There’s still quite a physical attraction, but I don’t think either of us would want to get into that sort of thing.

It’s late and JWJ will be here tomorrow so I’ll take off. . . .

The cheap gold-plating that came on the Star Trek ring flaked off. Even though I described the metal as “good,” it wasn’t good enough to withstand the heat of gold-plating, so no one could do it. My uncle JD took it and used it as a model to create a solid (dental) gold, one-piece ring that I believe he gave me the following Christmas in boxes inside of boxes. He was a terrific uncle! . . . The interesting mention of Leesa seems rather insightful to me, lo, these many years later. . . . JWJ is John Witherspoon Johnson.

Captain’s Log: Compiled Stardates 122.877 – 123.177 (Wednesday – Saturday, December 28-31, 1977)

These last few days have been great. George and Betty have been here and so has John Johnson. I’ve had a really great time.

Wednesday, John got here and we went to Asheville that night, stayed tall, and saw “The World’s Greatest Lover.”

Thursday, we lounged around, went to Asheville, got small, and saw “The Gauntlet.”

Friday, we messed around in “A” town in the afternoon, came home and got so small I thought I was gonna disappear.

Today we went to John Kelly’s and watched the slides of our week with the Minnesota group. It made us more determined to see them again than we were the day they left. I hope we get up there. Mr. Moore and John also planted in my mind the desire to go off and work at a summer camp this coming summer. I also need to call Mack and see what he can dig up on some camps for me. George and Betty and I had a good time in Asheville tonight as we brought in the New Year on our way home.

The notion of “getting small” is a euphemism for getting stoned on marijuana; that of “staying tall,” of course, is not getting stoned. . . . I have no memory of John Kelly. . . . The “Minnesota group” – some of whom were Wheaton College students, as I recall – came to work at Glory Ridge for a week in the summer of 1977. One night before the end of their stay, John, Joey, and I made out with three girls from the group in one of the tents. We never got “up there” to see them again.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 010.178 (Sunday, January 1, 1978)

Well, here we go again. Like Mike [Tweed] said in his sermon this morning, I have no idea what the coming year will bring me. Yet, I know ultimately where I’ll wind up, good or bad, come what may, with the Lord Jesus Christ in Heaven.

I took G——— to see the “Good-bye Girl.” She really liked it and I think it set the mood for the evening. We sat in the car at her house and got close for about an hour-and-a-half. It was a very nice time and I’m thankful for it.

I’m sleepy so I’ll log some goals tomorrow night. . . .

Captain’s Compiled Log: Stardates 010.278 – 010.378 (Monday – Tuesday, January 2-3, 1978)

Yesterday was very much like any other New Year holiday; 4 football games on TV and dinner at the Plemmons’. Joe and I went up to Mike’s to watch some of the evening games and had a pretty good time. Last night I wrote my first gospel song. I haven’t got a title for it yet but I really like the words. I hope God is pleased with them.

Today I was just easy all day long. The only thing I did was, this evening, I went with Jobie to help Freddie and Martha move into their apartment in Weaverville. It’s a nice place and he’s got a real nice wife.

I’m gonna write down some of my goals for the new year and forget about trying any resolutions. I’m better at resolutions when I just wait til the urge to change hits me so I don’t have to force myself into it. Anyway, back to my goals; 1) to really advance on my flute and piano 2) to work in a Christian camp this summer 3) to possibly find a steady girl 4) to go to Minnesota in August.

These are just a few. There are others that I either can’t remember or shall not log at this time. . . .

I guess I did as well as I could with the flute and piano, but by the fall semester of 1979, I’d realized I didn’t have the dexterity to be great at either instrument. . . . As for the other goals, I didn’t get a steady girl or go on a trip to Minnesota. I did, however, land a job at a Christian camp (although that might have been the summer of ’79), but I ended up having to back out of it for some reason. I remember standing at the hall telephone in Spilman (dormitory) and hearing the camp director say that I could never apply to his camp again. Very Christian, right?

The scene shifts to Nashville, Tennessee. The year was 1984, and I was 25 years old.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8401.01 (Sunday, January 1, 1984)

The year is new and the slate is wiped clean, time for new beginnings. It is hard to say what ’84 will bring my way but I’m very anxious to see. Whatever comes, I know it will be according to the plan. With today things have started off very well. I spent a great day with my family and a great evening with G——— . Hopefully this will set the general tone for the next 365 days. During this year I hope to see the release of my first and second albums, some prominent artists recording my songs, a band of my own and a successful college tour in the fall, and a good batch of new material. I would also like to see things straighten out for Earl, leaving him free to be the creative, energetic person he is. I know I have written about a lot of girls in these logs but, if she’s willing, G——— could have serious potential as the winner of this kid’s heart. We’ve known each other for a long time but this was our first date. I’ll try not to get too excited ’til at least the second date but it was all so natural tonight I don’t know how I can. The worst thing that can happen would be that it just stopped after tonight without exploration or explanation. As for me, I don’t think I’ll just let it go like I’ve done so many times before. . . .

I don’t think I saw G___ again until years later (maybe 1997 or 2002 or 2007), when Leesa and I met her and her husband at a Class of ’77 reunion. . . Earl was Earl Richards, who signed me to publishing and recording/production contracts in 1981.

And just like that the year was gone and another begun and I was 26 years old.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8501.01 (Tuesday, January 1, 1985)

I have really got to start doing better at keeping this up-to-date. Still, very little changes to report so maybe I don’t need to write more. I’ve been sitting here reading the front entries and it is both funny and sad. It’s funny that I just bounced around between everything as I still do, and it’s sad that nothing has really changes. I’m still alone in my life though I have a great group of friends here in Nashville; my much lauded recording career is still lost in the doldrums of Earl’s mind; and I still worry about my relationship with God. I keep thinking that I’m so much more grown-up now than then but I’m not. Maybe I’m a little more realistic and no so fatalistic (“If this record doesn’t go to #1 I’ll just die!”) but aside from that there has been no real progress within or without. Could it be that’s why my writing seems sluggish? I sometimes don’t really live here, I just exist. These days I do have more of a plan B and C than I used to have, I won’t “just die”. These plans are going into action on Feb. 14 (8502.14) and I’ll give it ’til my contracts here are up. If nothing comes of any of my struggles* I’ll just head for Appalachian State U. and get my teachers certificate for English and do that. There is no giving up involved in this there’s just a seeing of the way things are, have been and will be. Until that time though, I’ll do all I can to see things work because I still believe this is where I fit into God’s plan.

Speaking of God, I’ve found a “fantastic” church to go to in the Goodlettsville Cumberland Presbyterian Church. I feel quite “comfy” there.

I now work as a clerk at Cat’s Records, 2620 Gallatin Rd. It’s a good little job and I’m learning a lot about black people. The people I work with are great too, especially John Williamson and P———. John and I have much the same sense of humor and I have a “thing” for P———. Cat’s fill most of my time these days in one way or another.

So, ’85 is a spark of hope that flashes through my mind now and then. There are possibilities that I shall not mention now but just inform this book of as they happen or fall through. I must try to keep in mind that hope is a duty, not a luxury. As a Christian I must hope and believe that God will use me to the fullest of my ability for His plans.

As for my plans:

Plan A: To release records and work toward becoming a Star Writer/performer/singer, helping my family, friends and the world at large as much as possible.

Plan B: To make a living here in Nashville as a writer, not just for Nashville but for all music, again doing what I can to help, probably on a more local level.

Plan C: To go back to school and finish my degree in English, then begin teaching, helpin [sic] raise kids to be the best they can be, maybe in the meantime over the years writing a novel.

So, there you have my plans . . .

Except for the bit about Appalachian State University, I’m living Plan C, and it’s a good life.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8501.02 (Wednesday, January 2, 1985)

This is a very strange life I am living and I have very strange feelings about it these days. The career that I’ve come into, or stand on the brink of, has seemed to go on so long and so uneventfully now that my soul seems numb. It is not a feeling of giving up I think but of having no expectations. Things are out of my hands and all I see to do is write with no expectations of it going any further than that. It doesn’t seem as if there is no hope[;] it just seems that this is all there is. I feel very strange. God must have a plan in all of this but I’ve lost sight of what it was or what I thought it was. The gift is from Him but it seems I am or someone is wasting it, though, as I said, I’ve lost sight of what it was for. There are so many places this could take me but I don’t know which to strive toward. It is a very strange and empty, lost feeling. Am I doing something wrong? I really don’t know anymore. I’m just floating through my circumstances, getting very little direction from my heart anymore. Though still writing, it is at times, or at once, fulfilling and without purpose. I guess trying to draw myself closer to God is my only course of action. Perhaps He is directing and I’m looking the other way, not listening. The only place I see myself wanting to go is into love. I am so very tired of being alone, but how on Earth do I give myself to someone else when I don’t know what it is I’m giving? How can I expect there to be someone to join their life with mine when it’s kind of like buying a car, sight-unseen? It’s such a puzzle and again I feel my only course of action is to pray and try to be open to guidance, or open to whatever lesson I’m supposed to be learning from all of this. Is it blind faith that should motivate me? It must be for I can see nothing ahead of me. . . .

That seems like a fairly dark place to be. In a song called “Everything’s Gonna Be All Right,” I wrote, “All my bridges have burned / And left me here without a light.” But, hey, another year passes, and life changes as it does.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8601.01 (Wednesday, January 1, 1986)

Well, here it is New Year’s Day 1986. I’m feeling good about it too. Last night was a good party with John, Marc and Vernon at Cat’s then Cindy, Noel, JB, Katie, T Michael and Charles at the Exit In. I’m reeling a little today. My thoughts on 1985 are that it yielded some good writing but career-wise I haven’t moved an inch near as I can tell. I don’t see how the coming year could do less for me professionally than the leaving year. So last night at midnight my production contract with Earl ran out. My plans are to hang on to him for the hope he’ll get something done but with the help of my friends I will cut some new demoes. With those I will try to get some record company interest on my own. I also think it’s time I put together a band and started trying to work some. This could be a great year for me and I hope it will. I’m going to commit myself to doing all I can to make it so. I want to become more involved with everything. Maybe I’ll even find a girl this year. Who knows? I’m going to write and write and write. I have nothing to stop me and it’s time to live life to the fullest. I also plan to become more involved spiritually and with the church of my choice which is West End United Methodist Church. This leads me to becoming more involved in humanity. I’ve got a lot of clothes I don’t need so I’ll try not to be such a pack rat [and] give them away. Here’s a prayer that 1986 will bring good things to all people but I wish mostly for peace for us all. I personally as for wisdom for myself as with that comes all things good. . . .

When these early days of 1986 came around, I was 27 years old.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8601.02 (Thursday, January 2, 1986)

Once again I’m going to try to be more consistent with this log of my life. I realize at times there seems to be nothing going on but I do feel things every day and these feeling should be here.

I start off another New Year as usual wondering what it might hold in store, reminding myself of the potential of 365 days. A lot can happen. A pen can begin to run dry for instance and drive me crazy. [Throughout the above portion of the paragraph, the ink is fading; the next sentence is in red.] Could the year be more exciting if I wrote it all up in red, kind of a “red letter year” idea?

My writing seems to be off to a decent start I must say. Nothing is finished yet but there are three pretty exciting works in progress, namely “Finger On The Pulse” (with Karen Pell), “Leesa Listen” and Everybod[y] Samba”. I hope to make this a strong year for writing.

The goal of this year is to become more committed, more involved in all aspects of my life. I want to get closer to my church and my chosen Faith, really living it. I need to take better care of myself as I am not getting any younger, try to quit smoking and get down to maybe 180-185 pounds. In music it will hopefully be an all-out effort to do all I can to write more and better, perform more and sing better than ever. I should do the Writer’s Night at the Bluebird and elsewhere as much as I can and I should put some kind of band together and really make a run at this scene. In other areas I hope to keep my friends happy to be with me. I want to read more and maybe I should watch TV and even listen to music a little less. Last but not least I would enjoy the change and challenge of being in love. Of course that doesn’t depend solely on any one thing I can do. She’s out there somewhere tonight and waiting for me. So there you have it.

In the news it is rumoured that the Kenny Rogers organization is interested in buying half of my publishing. Still, rumours have abounded in these last years so I can’t put too much into it. I need to find out some terms of whatever might happen there though so I can know where I’ll be standing if this does happen. Also, it is rumoured, Atlantic Records in interested in that old dusty project. That would be exciting to no end but again I am cautious of what I put my trust in. I know I can only trust in God to deliver the goods on what He has planned for my life and the gift He has given me.

Mom has to go to the doctor soon to have a lump in her breast checked out. I pray it is nothing serious. I don’t know what I’d do if she was not around. She has been a boost to me, along with Dad, my whole life through! They are both talented people but their lives have been dedicated to each other and me and my brother. I hope they are happy.

Well, I’ll leave the red pen and this book by my bed and try to keep it up . . .

I remember being excited by what Karen Pell and I wrote for “Finger on the Pulse,” but I remember only the hook and a bit of the rhythm. I finished “Leesa, Listen,” and it appears on my album Wonderful Life. I have no memory at all of a piece called “Everybody Samba.”

My journal notebook at this point has a blue divider page on which I wrote the following in blue ink:

Hello,

Nothing happening here on 8601.01. How about there? Are you truly committed to your life?

Michael the Younger

Then, below this in red a year and a half later:

Well I don’t know how committed I am to my life but there is something happening here June 7, 1987. I got out of my Earl deal, spent a summer loose and met Cathi [King] & Gary [Morris] in the Fall, got a Glen Campbell cut, a Margaret Becker cut, finally met Ashley Cleveland and became her friend, did a bunch of demos, met David Hungate and he wants to produce me, met Steve Nathan in Muscle Shoals and he wanted to but I let it go, spent a wonderful month out West, and yes I feel I may be a little more committed to my life—

So that I don’t lose track of it, I’ll include here a similar exchange on the opposite side of the blue divider page:

Howdy,

Have you been any better at keeping this current than you have been up today (Sunday June 7, 1987)? Any more cuts beyond Campbell & Becker? How is your writing? The band? Did a record deal ever come about? How is Ashley? Jan? Margaret? Anyone else? Where are you living? Are you committed to your walk?

Michael the Younger

The above was in red ink, followed by the following in blue (but not in this format):

Michael the Older—On Tuesday, December 15, 1987

Cuts: “WALK THROUGH WALLS” by Geoff Moore; Writing: On a hike since August or September; Band: Sounding good but has given me much grief in letting go Dale and Lang; Ashley: Fine; Jan: Fine; Margaret: Haven’t seen her – fine I guess; Anyone else: No one else; Living: 100 Wellington (closet with bathroom); Committed: Trying harder, struggling more.

More from my old Writing Life blog:

• Wednesday, December 27, 2006
• Friday, December 29, 2006
• Sunday, December 31, 2006
• Monday, January 1, 2007
• Thursday, December 27, 2007
• Saturday, December 29, 2007
• Monday, December 31, 2007
• Monday, December 31, 2007
• Tuesday, January 1, 2008
• Wednesday, January 2, 2008
• Saturday, December 27, 2008
• Wednesday, December 31, 2008
• Thursday, January 1, 2009
• Tuesday, December 29, 2009
• Friday, January 1, 2010
• Saturday, January 1, 2011
• Saturday, December 31, 2011
• Sunday, January 1, 2012

Before I dig into past journal entries made over the years during this timeframe, December 20-26, I’m going to take a moment and go back to an event that made me if not possible then legitimate. Sixty-five years ago today, on 26 December 1954, Plumer Jean Cody and Dorothy Lee Reeves drove from Madison County down to Greenville, South Carolina, were married (by a Justice of the Peace, I’m assuming), and drove back home as Plumer and Dorothy Cody. They were both twenty-three years old. I think they headed out fairly quickly for Dad’s military posting in Utah. In ten months, my Robert Gerald “Jerry” Cody was born, and in another three years, I was born. Although Dad walked on in November 1996 and Mom is doing a slow fade in a nursing home, today, 12/26, is still their wedding anniversary.

Now, back to my journals. I continue first through the end of 1977, when I was nineteen years old and finishing my first semester as a flute major at Mars Hill College.

Captain’s Log: Stardates 122.077 – 122.477 [Tuesday-Saturday, December 20-24, 1977]

These last few days have pretty well passed uneventfully, all bringing us closer to the special day in this holiday season. I’ve done very little in the way of activity except that Wednesday we played basketball with Tweed and some guys at Reynolds [High School]. We had our get-together with the Plemmons family 122.377 [Friday, December 23] PM. Tonight we ate with the Wallin fam. I went to exchange gifts with George and Betty tonight.

Tomorrow is the day. Nearly 2000 earth-years ago, God gave to man His son, Jesus, who was conceived by God in the womb of a virgin. Jesus, God’s Son made flesh, finally at the age of 33, died on the cross and three days later he arose and lived again. He still lives and he’s building a home for us in Heaven. It all sounds like a story but every word is true. As bad as sin is, Jesus bore the weight of the sins of everyone who has ever lived and he did it to give us a chance to accept him as Savior and Lord and live with him throughout eternity. Sounds pretty wierd [sic] doesn’t it? Yet, I believe every word of it because it’s true. Though it seems my very nature to sin, I know God loves me and will accept my repentance. . . .

The Plemmons family is Mom’s younger sister Ernestine (“Ernie), her husband Cloice Plemmons, and their sons Joey and Mark. The Wallin family is Dad’s younger sister Pansy, her husband Edison Wallin, and their daughter Donna.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 122.577 [Sunday, December 25, 1977]

Well, another Christmas come and gone. It’s been a very good day. Our church service went quite well today[. T]his afternoon and evening have been just great. George, Betty, and I saw the most fantastic movie tonight. It was Richard Dreyfuss in “The Goodbye Girl“, [sic] it was great. I guess I’ll have to fall in love one of these days and find out what it’s really like.

I was going to say some things, but there’s too much so I’ll just pray about and sleep on them. . . .

Captain’s Log: Stardate 122.677 [Monday, December 26, 1977]

Well, another good day gone! I really had a fine time today. I went up to Mike’s at about noon and played basketball, then stayed the rest of the day. Dallas beat Chicago today 37-7 and they were awesome.

I feel so alone at times. I know God is with me but I’m at an age where it would seem natural and very good to have a steady girl. Yet, the Lord hasn’t shown me anyone to take up a relationship with or maybe I missed His cue. Oh well. . . .

Now we skip from 1977 to 1981, when I had just turned twenty-three years old, which, given what I wrote above, was the same age Mom and Dad were when they married. As for me at twenty-three, I was making my first contacts and contracts with Nashville.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8112.21 [Monday, December 21, 1981]

Well, it’s a little more than tomorrow for the news, almost a week I guess. Anyway, here it is. We hit Earl’s office around 10:30 AM and talked over some plans for the album. We then signed papers and papers and picked up our money ($1500 for me!). Before leaving for home, we stopped at Red Lobster for a pig session. The ride home was a lot of fun and since then I’ve been here at the house trying to write some and in Asheville trying to get my Christmas shopping done. . . .

This is a follow-up to last week’s Throwback Thursday, in which the entry for December 15, 1981, read, “Today was the day of the signing! However, we had a long, hard ride back home, so I’ll get sleep first and give details tomorrow. . . .”

Leap forward with me to December 1984. I was twenty-six years old, and I’d been living in Nashville for over two years. I’d recorded a couple of albums with Earl, as per the contracts mentioned above. The titles of these album projects were Fiesta, recorded in 1981 and ’82 (I think), and Waiting for the Night, recorded in 1984. But Earl’s $500/month advance arrangement wasn’t enough to live on, so I’d gone out to get a job with Cat’s Records, a retail chain that was based in Nashville but had stores in Knoxville and other places.

The entry below is from Christmas Eve in ’84.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8412.24 [Monday, December 24, 1984]

I’ll recap the year a little later. Now I want to deal with the immediate present. It is Christmas Eve 1984 and the first in my life I have spent away from my family and the first (hopefully the last) to be spent alone. Suffice to say, I work at Cat’s Records and there is also a girl there by the name of P——— who I have been spending a small amount of extra-curricular time with lately and as usual have felt the potential for that illusive [sic] relationship I seek. Anyway, I was to leave Nashville at 2pm for home but we were very busy and the weather was bad and Pyra and I were getting along well so I kept staying. Finally 6pm came and I was tired and she had seemed to drop small hints all day that I was wanted to stay. Closing time came and I told her that I didn’t feel like driving 5 hours in bad weather and I asked what she was doing. She said “nothing”, so told her that if we could spend the evening together I would stay. Agreed. So I called Mom, told her the story and was to get a call from P——— when she had gone home and changed. Needless to say, she called and said she had changed her mind and that she was going to ride to Knoxville with her roommates. Still she asked me not to go tonight but rest and go tomorrow. The way I felt I had no choice at that point. I (was/am) pissed. I went out and ate alone at Red Lobster and am now trying to sleep early so I can get home to NC at an early hour. Might this be a turning point in my life? I can’t help but wonder how next Christmas Eve will find me. . . .

P___ and I remained friends until we lost track of each other sometime after I — and maybe she — no longer worked at Cat’s Records. Eventually she became part of the composite that makes up Yvonne Moon in GABRIEL’S SONGBOOK. As might be expected in this day and age, P___ and I are friends on FACEBOOK. . . . I’d forgotten this Christmas Eve situation until I reread this journal entry. But what I never forgot was the drive home to North Carolina. I left Nashville at some ridiculous time — like two or three o’clock in the morning — and headed east on I-40. I remember how lonely and beautiful were the wee hours of Christmas morning as I traveled across Tennessee. And I remember pulling into the driveway in early morning light — home for Christmas.

The next entry to fall within the December 20-26 time frame is not until 1989. I was thirty-one years old and three and a half months married to the love of my life.

Captain’s Log Saturday December 23, 1989

It is my first Christmas as a family man. I don’t know if it is this or my age of 31, but I’ve thought little about what I might get for Christmas. I seem to be waiting for Leesa’s reaction to what I give her and Lane’s reaction to what Leesa and I give him. It’s a good feeling. Still it has all been so hectic, I’ve not had enough time to focus on the meaning of Christmas. No time enough to think on the wonder of the Christ child being born again into this world and my life.

But into this world, in this season, it is not a silent night. Christmas will hear celebration and mourning. There will be celebration in East Germany where the wall has come down! Communism has fallen there, in Poland, in Hungary, and in Czechoslovakia. In most of these places, a socialist/democratic society will replace the former governments. This wonderful event in Eastern Europe was brought about by the Soviet’s opening up. Gorbachev is fighting the old line Communist history and is trying to begin a new era in that part of the world. It has been an amazing time of change since October and it continues. Celebration and mourning mix today in Rumania. The people there have risen up against their Dracula-type leader and they have finally broken the government, although not without a great deal of bloodshed. Most of the other countries accomplished their victories without killing, but in Rumania thousands have died, most of them killed by their former leader’s private police.

Closer to home, four days ago President Bush sent several thousand of our armed forces to invade Panama. An American serviceman was killed last week and so Bush retaliated with this. The main objective was to capture dictator Noriega and place a democratic government in power. The latter was shakily accomplished but seems to be getting its legs under it. Panamanians are not excited about what has happened and probably will not be until N. is captured. I know Bush’s idea was to take the American serviceman’s death as an opportunity to kick Panama’s dictator out, but after all the uplifting progress in Eastern Europe, the Panamanian incident seems ill-timed and a slap in the face of the world spirit.* I realize there is little human-made peace here on earth but I can’t help wondering what is the harm in hope.

On the home front, uncle June, Amos Kenneth Reeves, died in Michigan on Thursday December 14. He had problems over the last couple of years but still, the death was sudden. Ernie spoke with him Monday 12/11 and all was well. Mom spoke with him Wednesday evening 12/13 and he sounded fine but for a little short of breath. He ate breakfast Thursday morning with Eileen and great-granddaughter, Lisa, then laid [sic] down on the couch and soon began gasping for breath. First Eileen, then the paramedics worked on him before he got to the hospital. He was mostly dead all day and had a very unconscious struggle. Mom and Dad, JD, Mac[k], and Ernie left midday on Friday 12/15 and had bad weather and traffic all the way and didn’t arrive in Port Huron until mid-afternoon Sunday. Jerry and I left around 7am from Walnut and got to Ken’s house in Marysville around 8pm. Ken had been taking his father’s death pretty hard but Jerry’s presence seemed to calm him quite a bit. I didn’t want to make the trip at first, having a strong dislike for funerals, but I’m glad I went and I think the family was glad I was there. I will always remember June as laughing and singing and telling stories. I have a wonderful remembrance of him. A few months ago he sent me a tape of himself singing some old gospel and western and Appalachian tunes.

Mac[k] had a prayer at the funeral but said some wonderful things before he prayed. It was a picture of the Reeves boys with June in the center, having the most likeness of character to Papa who begat them all. I sometimes wonder how Mac[k] can do things like that without faltering. Is it strength? Distance? Practice? Showmanship? Sheer talent? I am hoping is it a combination of the first and last. Jerry and I could neither do such a chore, being emotional and choked-up almost to a fault. I cry easily at stupid things and find more strength for worthwhile things. I don’t know that Jerry falters at the stupid, but he chokes completely when the situation is intensely touching. Why are we like that, the both of us?

I saw many relatives on the trip. Dan is not so very square but square enough. Darwin is well and has a beautiful daughter named Dawn. I was extremely surprised to see so many kids I remember as babies, all grown up now. My biggest dread was not so much arriving in Michigan to the sorrow caused by June’s death, but rather knowing that I could not leave without going to see Rod, my older cousin with MS. He’s had the disease for eight years and it has progressed rapidly. He has no use of his legs, vision is bad, speech slurred, head, arms, and hands shake uncontrollably at times. My fear of seeing him was not so much in the disease as in the difference. I last saw him when he was whole and had his family in Walnut. His wife, Diane, sat on the porch with Rod and me until very late. We talked of so many things and established a bond that was never formed when he used to chase and catch and torture me. Still, seeing him was not what I had figured it to be. Beyond all the disease has done to him, he is still the same personality and it wasn’t very long before we laughed and I felt more at ease. I will see him again without so much dread.+

Married life is great. The career has its moments. I will write of these tomorrow perhaps, or at least within the next week.^ It is 2:28am on a busy Christmas Eve and I need to get some sleep. . . .

*Also, the world turned its eyes from the life and death struggle in Rumania to watch the fiasco in Panama, just at the time Rumanians needed world support. I admire those people for pushing their cause through in spite of P. Bush. . . . + I don’t believe I ever saw my cousin Rod alive again after this trip. . . . ^ I didn’t write again until April 26, 1990.

More from my old Writing Life blog:

• Tuesday, December 23, 2014
• Sunday, December 25, 2011
• Saturday, December 26, 2009
• Thursday, December 24, 2009
• Wednesday, December 23, 2009
• Tuesday, December 23, 2008
• Wednesday, December 26, 2007
• Monday, December 25, 2006
• Sunday, December 24, 2006
• Saturday, December 23, 2006
• Thursday, December 21, 2006
• Wednesday, December 20, 2006

It’s the morning after Christmas 2019, and Leesa and I are at home in Tennessee. We had a great Christmas Eve and Christmas Day — tiring, of course, and emotionally ranging from joy to sorrow and back again. But ultimately, we lived a good Yuletide, humanity and its frailty notwithstanding.

Tuesday: After a bit of typical Christmas Eve “running about and dancing behavior,” I picked up friend and singer Myra and headed to Cokesbury Church — Johnson City for “Candlelight & Carols.” I play in the band there, and we (the band) handled the carols portion of the evening, starting with our own version of the Barenaked Ladies’ mash-up of “God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen” and “We Three Kings.” We call ours “O Merry Kings.” Other songs we sang for the evening: “Angels We Have Heard on High,” “O Holy Night,” “Joy to the World (Unspeakable Joy),” “Emmanuel (Hallowed Manger Ground),” “Make Room,” and “Silent Night.”

After the candlelight service, Leesa and I returned home and were soon joined by Raleigh, Lacy, and favorite dog Ruby for our traditional Christmas Eve dinner of scrambled eggs and sausage, delicious brown gravy (like I grew up with), cheese biscuits, and semi-sweet chocolate gravy. The latter two items are from Leesa’s family in eastern North Carolina and were a treasured part of her growing-up visits to her daddy’s hometown of Ahoskie, North Carolina. Some cubes of sharp and extra-sharp cheese are folded into the biscuit dough and then baked as if they were your normal, everyday biscuits. Certainly Leesa’s Grandmama Harrell is revered for the making of these, but I like the granddaughter’s better, as she’s added the fluffiness of my mom’s to the taste sensation of her grandmother’s. I like to cover the eggs-and-sausage and a biscuit or two with the brown gravy, then put another biscuit or two in a bowl and cover them with chocolate. (We eat like this only once or twice a year, thank goodness.)

Afterwards, we did some giving of gifts, some listening to music, and a lot of laughing.

Wednesday: With no children in the house and gifts given the night before, Christmas morning was relaxed and relatively quiet. Then we left — Leesa and I — for a day visiting our mothers over in North Carolina. We had lunch with Katy, my mother-in-law, in Mars Hill. The buffet was actually pretty good, and we enjoyed it with Walda and Wayne and Ricky, Susan, and Alaina. After lunch we retired to Katy’s room and sang some Christmas songs. It was touching to hear everybody singing, and some folks came in from the hallway to listen.

In Weaverville, we visited with Mom, and I sang some songs for her. Her roommate, Patricia, sang a quiet but beautiful alto to “Silent Night.” Usually this would have been Mom’s part, but she’s often asleep or nearly so these days. My brother Jerry and sister-in-law Cathy came by, so we visited with them and exchanged some gifts.

Leesa and I were on our way back home by half past three o’clock, but we felt the need to counteract the good eating of Christmas Eve and Christmas lunch with a walk, so we stopped to hit the Erwin Linear Trail for an hour. In spite of all our sitting, we still got in our 10,000 steps! Then we came home to leftovers of eggs and biscuits and chocolate as well as a few pieces of sushi from the eve of Christmas Eve.

After the leftovers, I sat watching The Brokenwood Mysteries (Season 4, Episode 1) and typing this blog post; Leesa watched, too, while sleeping on the couch. We saw Christmas end (by the clock) and stumbled off to bed.

This first batch comes from 1977, when I’d just wrapped up my first semester as a flute major at Mars Hill College. I was 19 years old.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 121.377

I’m at home, in bed, with a cold Mountain Dew. This is the life! I took my theory test today and just came on home. Unless I was carless [sic] in what I was doing, I think I did OK, I can recall only two places where she may count me wrong. Anyway I came home, unloaded the car and went to Joey’s ballgame. They played well and won 80-64, it was great.

I’m really not out of school yet. Thursday I’ll have to take some critiques to George, pay a bill at the bookstore, and get the rest of my clothes. We’re going to do our cantata tomorrow night for the Presbyterian Church in Marshall. Lord willing it will bless us and the congregation and lift up the name of God as much as it did last Sunday. Jobie’s gonna come record the ceremony if it’s all right with everyone . . . Well it’s been a long day.

Joey = Joey Plemmons, first cousin. George = Dr. George Peery, political science professor at Mars Hill College; how I came to call him George instead of Dr. Peery, I don’t know. Jobie = Jobie Sprinkle, friend from high school and Whitewater Band days, as well as a career engineer in radio (mostly public radio). . . . Recently I heard a friend of mine say that her Christian faith grows stronger as she grows older. As I read back through these journals, I see that the opposite seems to be the case with me.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 121.477

Well I don’t write much on a day like today but I sure love to live them like this. I stayed in bed till noon, wrote some critiques, went to Marshall, watched Mark’s ball game, and went to church. The Youth Group sang over at the Marshall Presbyterian this evening. We didn’t sound [as] good as we did last Sunday, but there are several possible reasons why: 1) different accoustics [sic], 2) it was very hot, 3) we had just finished eating 4) nearly all of us had a cold. The main reason I guess was that we did as well as the good Lord wanted us to, and the people seemed to enjoy it. Tomorrow I have a lot so do so I’ll get some sleep . . . . Peace

Mark = Mark Plemmons (I’m assuming), first cousin and Joey’s baby brother.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 121.577

I love being at home! It’s not that I sleep all the time, just that there’s no pressure on the old mind. I went up to school tonight, or rather today, to pay a bill and hand in some papers. Tonight, Tom and I went to Asheville to Christmas shop a bit. I’m almost done!

I got a card from Joey Brady today. He’s in Florida and doing fine. I also got one from John Johnson. He’ll be up for a couple of days on the 28th. George and Betty will be home on the 23rd.

I saw some nice recorders in Dunham’s tonight. The tenors I’m interested in were especially nice. One was a dark wood and 65.00 and a light colored one, which was just beautiful, was 114.00 It would be nice if Mom and Dad got that one for me, but I guess they had already spent too much on me before I even asked for the recorder. I think I’ll do some reading. . . . . Live Long and Prosper Brothers and Sisters

Tom = Tom DuVall, high school friend. Joey Brady was a high school friend and basketball teammate from Hot Springs, NC. John Johnson was a friend met during a summer working on Glory Ridge; he’s now the minister at Bethany Presbyterian Church in Graham, NC. George and Betty Waters were a young married couple; they are no longer married, but both are friends on Facebook. Dunham’s Music was the go-to music store in Asheville, which is where my lovely old Guild lived before coming to live with me, Christmas 1975.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 121.677

Well, there goes another easy vacation day, yet, I’ve still got lots more. There’s really not much to say about these days. I’m really looking forward to Christmas, I think this’ll be a good one; maybe it’ll even be white.

I saw Harrell Wood at the ballgame tonight. It’s good to see an old friend like him. I saw Leesa too, but I didn’t get to talk to her much. Tomorrow Jobie and I are going in to “A”ville to run around a bit so I guess I’ll catch some z’s . . . .

Harrell Wood graduated from Madison High School in 1976, a year before I did. He was at UNC-Chapel Hill, I think, maybe studying to be a pharmacist.

Captain’s Log: Compiled Stardate 121.777-121.877

Yesterday, Jobie and I went into Asheville and spent the day shopping. I finished my Christmas shopping and also bought a book of songs for the Youth Group. It’s really good!

Last night I just stayed home and really did nothing at all.

Today the Youth Group sang our cantata for the last time at the Marshall Methodist Church. There was quite a crowd and everyone seemed to enjoy it. We did well and really got a blessing!

Tonight we had a Christmas party for the Group and just had a super time. Ernie bought gifts for all of us and we ate sandwiches and such. Then we spent the next hour or two singing. We spoofed half of our cantata by switching parts with the girls but then finished it right. . . .

I have no memory of the songbook bought for the Youth Group, the performance at the Marshall Methodist, or the Christmas party. That’s kind of sad, I think.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 121.977

Another vacation day gone by and I’ve loved it! I got up this morning and went to Asheville with Joey. Apart from that I’ve just laid around the house and run a couple of errands.

Tonight Carolina had the Liberty Bowl won and the blew it; that’s all you can say about what they did. I got back into my late night exercise bit tonight.

I forgot to log that I saw Penny Moss Meadows yesterday at WMMH. She’s letting her hair grow and it was kind of unkept but she looked good. There was something about her different that I can’t quite put my finger on.

Tomorrow night we’ll be taking our gifts to Tweed and his family. We’ll probably drop by after the Owen ballgame. Wednesday I think we’re gonna go up and play some basketball at the Salvation Army or somewhere. . . . God rest ye merry gentlemen

Penny Moss was a good friend from high school days. We’re still friends. The Tweeds were Mike — possibly my best friend in those days, although a good bit older — and his wife Bobbie, as well as their sons Brian and Scott.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8112.15 [a Tuesday]

Today was the day of the signing! However, we had a long, hard ride back home, so I’ll get sleep first and give details tomorrow.

I didn’t give details the next day, so I’ll add just a few here. I signed a production deal with Nashville entrepreneur Earl Richards, and I think I signed a publishing deal at the same time. Earl would go on to produce two unreleased albums of my songs and ultimately cheat me — intentionally or not — out of early progress in Nashville.

Jump forward to six years later. I was living in Nashville — writing songs (or not), playing with the Cody band, enjoying great friendships, etc. The post below is from Tuesday, December 15, 1987. My previous entry had been on my 29th birthday, November 25, ’87, so I hadn’t let too much time pass. So, as Christmas that year approached, here’s what I was thinking . . .

Captain’s Log Tuesday, December 15, 1987

I’ve been since November 23, 1987 without cigarettes and I’m doing OK with it. My time at home over Thanksgiving was good and I came back to see one of the best concerts I’ve ever been to. It was U2 on 11/28/87 down in Murfreesboro. It was so good my reaction was like it always is in the face of something like that. I wanted to quit making music. I don’t feel that bad about it right now but I am concerned about my writing which has been non-existant [sic]. I blame it on this little place I live in but I can’t prove that to be the only answer. I come up with bits of lyric well enough but musically there is often slim pickin’s. The band has a gig in two nights and I’m hoping that will pick my spirits up. I rarely write from Thanksgiving through New Year’s but at the same time I rarely go from August to year’s end with only one song done. I’d best be praying it comes back or I’ll be needing a career change. Enough about that now, please! I testified at the trial for the bank robbery get-away I was witness to in July of ’86. I spent a couple of days last week at the courthouse, finally being called in to tell what I saw. There was only on[e] defendant that I saw in the courtroom. There were three men involved in July ’86. I could not identify any of them then or now. Anyway I did my bit during which I got to hear the defense attny say, “Objection, your Honor, prosecution is leading the witness!” to which the judge said, “Objection sustained.” I got a call today from Susan Mooreland at the Witness and Victim Service saying the jury had returned a guilty verdict, my help was appreciated and that I should have a nice Christmas. I’m not sure how I feel about that whole statement taken together at one time. As long as the man was truly guilty I guess I can let him go up the river or wherever and have my nice Christmas in good conscience. I read this book Mark and Becky gave me for my birthday. It is called This Present Darkness and it deals with the spirit world which it sees as all around us, all the time. Though the writing was not outstanding the book really sets a Christian to thinking about angels and demons and, more importantly, the power of prayer. I haven’t become a prayer warrior, unfortunately, but I’m a little more aware of my need to be. Hopefully I will learn to pray someday and will really be able to touch my Maker, my God. I have my problems with not realizing how worthy of my praise God is. I have my problems with not realizing how unworthy of God’s light and love I am. I guess I live on grace! Thanks you Father for grace!

Christmas is very soon and I’m in a bad mood for it. I plan on getting out of town here a bit early this year to try to slow down and see the coming of Christ, feel it as real in my life.

The “little place” was a one-room + bath space that I lived in on West End Avenue, where I had room for my bed and space to walk alongside it to the toilet/shower. But it was free, located on the first floor of Cathi King’s apartment/condo building near the intersection of West End and White Bridge Road. . . . As for the scene in the courtroom, in July 1986, I had walked from my place on 16th Avenue to check my mail at the Post Office in Hillsborough Village, which I think was on Acklen Avenue. As I was either going in or coming out of the PO, a vehicle caught my attention as it pulled in to the little parking lot across 20th Ave S from the PO lot. Three men burst out of the vehicle and jumped into another vehicle and sped away. I thought it odd and remembered it when that evening–or sometime soon after–Noel Hudson told me that a nearby branch of Commerce Union Bank had been robbed. (Noel worked for Commerce Union at the time, not at the branch that was robbed but the big corporate office downtown in Nashville.)

More from my old Writing Life blog:

• Thursday, December 14, 2006
• Saturday, December 16, 2006*
• Monday, December 15, 2008
• Saturday, December 19, 2009

* A follow-up on a post from Wednesday, December 4, 2006

At 61, I can imagine that I might not be playing gigs too much longer. I’m aware that the Rolling Stones are still playing, as are my heroes Bruce Springsteen and Ian Anderson (of Jethro Tull fame), but these have been able to make gigging their life, which I haven’t done. Don’t get me wrong — I can play for three solid hours, just like the Boss, and as long as Leesa is listening, I’m content to do so. But if I want to continue playing for myself and the few others who listen, then I can do that at home–at mine or theirs. Anyway, I’ll start trying to commemorate the events I have left to me– descriptions of the place and the people in attendance, pictures from the staging area, set lists, etc.

The Riverside Taphouse had set up a tent that extended from its back door into the parking lot. It was a white tent, with, I think, windows that gave an impression of being in a room. Owners Michael and Cheri, formerly one of my honors students at ETSU, had set up a small but plenty-big-enough stage for me. The room had outdoorsy tables and two large heaters like umbrellas, one of which went off and stayed off, with the other joining in that state sometime near the end of the gig. While I was plenty warm doing my thing and Leesa seemed warm enough doing hers, the folks sitting throughout had to be cold!

When Leesa and I arrived, the front table was already occupied by 3-4 young couples and their children. The adults were eating and drinking, and the children, when not eating, were doing the things kids do. They weren’t as disruptive as the might have been. One boy even did a bit of the Floss (a dance) to a song of mine. These folks talked and half listened. They didn’t annoy me, and I didn’t seem to annoy them.

At other tables around the room were different groups of friends. At one table sat Teresa and Randy, good friends from Jonas Ridge, NC, who come out to hear me whenever they can. They are kind and faithful! At another table sat friends Loretta, Glenda and Tubby, Dave and Renea, and some of the latter couple’s friends. At the back table sat some of my beloved ETSU colleagues and friends: Alan and Barbara, Thomas, Theresa and Tim. And at the back, to the side, a fellow in an ETSU hoodie sold bags of a caramel popcorn-like treat that was darn tasty.

Pictures didn’t happen this time, but they will in the future. Set lists and notes are included below.

Set 1:

• Thunder & Lightning
• Landscapes
• Say the Word
• Fiesta
• There Was Always a Train —
• Heart of Gold
• The Weight — I’d never done this before, hadn’t even sung it all the way through until I was on the RT stage; I’d recently run across a video of Springsteen singing it and this video of Robbie Robertson and musicians playing/singing it around the world (simultaneously, I think)
• Wonderful Life
• The Bells of Vimperk
• Christmas Time

Set 2:

• She’s a Wild One
• Genesis Road
• Brandy
• Leesa, Listen
• Jamboree
• The Street I Live On — After my brief intro, which I don’t always do in solo performances (“Peep shows, pawn shops, Neon Rosie’s Lounge, / the Broadway Drugs & Diner, the Storefront Ministry, and the mission soup kitchen”), I mistakenly launched into the second verse first; so, I had to sing the first verse second. This wasn’t a problem for me or for listeners, as the narratives are only within verses, not across verses.
• Homecoming
• Empty Islands
• Freedom, Love, and Forgiveness (request) — sung with Leesa, of course. A couple of interesting things happened. First, a young man had come in, pulled up a chair, and sat listening through “The Street I Live On,” “Homecoming,” and “Empty Islands,” after which he got up to leave. As Leesa was coming up to the stage, Dave Smith caught the youngster and guided him back to the chair, saying, “You’re gonna want to hear this” (or some such words). Later, when Leesa and I were packing up, the caramel puffs salesman came up to tell us a story about when he and his wife were living somewhere in Illinois, I think. They once visited a local record store to attend a record release party for a Christian recording artist they’d never heard of — one Thom Shumate, who had a new album called Promise of Love. He was excited to hear us sing “Freedom, Love, and Forgiveness,” which he said was his wife’s and his favorite song on the album. When he learned that I wrote the song, he was amazed. We were all three amazed at this small-world moment. (Here’s Thom Shumate’s version of the song, with my friend Ashley Cleveland singing the female part, from an album produced by my friend Mark Chesshir.)
• Rain on the River (request)
• Complaints (request)
• Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas — This is the version by Johnny Mathis, from my favorite Christmas album when I was growing up.

I like to think that I never went back to that little church in the mountains, that I walked out on that preacher, whoever he was, just as my father had walked out on another — with all of us in tow — some years before. (A story for another time.) But my next post in the December 6-12 range, this one from a year later, in 1981, has me back there — with a new attitude.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 8112.06 [Sunday, December 6, 1981]

As seems almost usual for me on Sunday morning, I woke up ill at the world. The Lord knows how hard it is for me to get up before 11 AM. I almost decided not to go to church, like every Sunday, thinking that I got nothing from the small, country service. Then I realised, as always, that they are my people and, even though I may get nothing from the service, but seeing them and feeling their friendship, that is enough. Then I also come face-to-face with the fact that the singing I dread with such passion is for them and not for me, and that, being graciously given the gift from God, it is my duty to sing for them. It should also be my desire to do so. Well, Allen met me at the door asking if what he heard about me signing with Capitol was true and he was followed closely by Butch asking the same. I quickly gave them my practiced explanation about Townhouse but they were still pleased. When time for me to sing came around, as I was getting my guitar, Raymond spoke up about my struggles with my music and my witness for the church and my hopefully impending record deal. Then totally unexpectedly he suggested a standing ovation for me and I was overwhelmed. If it’s not the Lord’s will that all this go through all right, He sure is planning to teach me a great lesson in disappointment. Even at that, though, this morning was a great blessing and I am very thankful for all those people there.

As far as my music and career go, I am constantly trying to ask with a sincere hear that the Father’s Will be done and not my own. I could live with losing this deal but not with going against His plans for me.

Oh, in church I sang “A SONG FOR CAROLINA” and “DEAR MOTHER.”

The rest of the day was the usual big chicken dinner and lazy Sunday afternoon. I did, however, add music to and edit some lyrics I wrote last night called “DO YOU EVER MISS ME”

We practiced for the Christmas program this evening then I returned home to watch “YOUNG FRANKENSTEIN” on the tube.

As always it is quite late as I write this so I’ll sign off for now . . . MC

“A Song for Carolina” is the song mentioned in the previous post for which 600 people gave me a standing ovation. While I’m sure I have somewhere the lyrics for it and “Do You Ever Miss Me,” I remember almost nothing about them. “Dear Mother” is still with me.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8112.07 [Monday, December 7, 1981]

Today marked the 40th anniversary of the Japanese attack on Pearl Harbor beginning World War II and the eve of the first anniversary of the death of John Lennon. Despite such depressing circumstances, I had a great day. I went to Ron’s office and Royal was there. We all talked and laughed a lot then Ron decided that, us guys being the Surefire Family, we should have our Christmas party while Royal was free here in town, so plans were laid. I then went to kick around the Mall a bit and run some errands for Mom on my way home. After a short nap, I headed for Ron’s where we all celebrated with much steak and fixin’s. The evening was wild and crazy and led in these aspects by Ronnie, the boy was going crazy. Ron and Patty gave me a nice vest. I spent most of the evening sitting with Cindy, laughing as seems usual with us. I don’t really know where she and I are heading or where either wants to be heading but we seem to be drawing closer . . . Scary!

“Ron” was Ron Weathers, who was my manager and owned a booking agency called Surefire Productions. Patty was his wife and Ronnie his son by a previous marriage. “Royal” was “Little Royal” Brown, nightclub performer and half-brother of the King of Soul, James Brown. Seriously. Cindy had been my friend since the days when we were both music majors at Mars Hill College, and she worked for Ron at the Surefire office.

Captain’s Log Stardate 8112.08 [Tuesday, December 8, 1981]

Today was pretty full. After rising at 11:00 AM I drove to Asheville to see Ron and Cindy then I headed on down to Hickory to pick up the masters on “Just You and Me” and “Take Me in Your Arms”. I stayed for an hour talking and joking with Glen, Tim, and Mark. They all wish me will and in doing so they wish themselves well because I hope to someday be able to have them as part of my band. They are great guys and great musicians.

I came home and Joe was back from school so we went Christmas shopping in Asheville and the late night was for watching TV and such. Cindy stays on my mind a lot these days. I don’t know if it’s just sparks of infatuation or if “something’s burning”. We’ve had a lot of good talks and good times since August or so but I just don’t know. It would be very nice as long as it just wasn’t for my music (or “wasn’t just for my music). A lot of girls would give me reason to believe such but not Cindy; she’s not so shallow. She’s very smart and sensitive. An excellent “catch” for a jerk like me.

Glen was a keyboard player who owned a little recording in Hickory, NC, and he was somebody that Ron knew. Glen’s guys Tim and Mark played guitar and bass, or maybe one of them played drums. My cousin Joe Plemmons was, at this time, attending UT-Knoxville.

More from my old Writing Life blog:

• Wednesday, December 6, 2006
• Saturday, December 9, 2006
• Sunday, December 10, 2006
• Friday, December 7, 2007
• Monday, December 10, 2007
• Wednesday, December 12, 2007
• Tuesday, December 9, 2008
• Monday, December 6, 2010
• Wednesday, December 8, 2010

Revisiting old journals from my Mars Hill College and Nashville lives.

These are from December, 1977, near the end of my first semester as a flute major at Mars Hill College. For those who don’t know, the “jury” I keep worrying about is like a final exam in applied music study — flute, in my case.

Captain’s Log: 120.677

It’s 8:00 AM and snowing. It really looks good. I told Phil on Saturday that it was gonna snow today. I hope to pass all of my tests and go to the ballgame tonight. At the ballgame I hope to see Madison beat Reynolds and Leesa. . . .

Phil Shuford lived across from me in Spilman Hall. And, of course, I didn’t hope to see Madison beat Leesa.

Captain’s Log: Supplimental

Today has ended rather boring, but well. I made 84 on my Math 110 test so I’m out of there with an 87.

It continued snowing and freezing the rest of the day so the games were called (I didn’t get to see Leesa). We all sat around tonight listening to music then watching “Houston, We’ve Got a Problem.”

I’m not correcting spelling or punctuation. Yes, I know it’s supplemental.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 120.777

I ain’t doing nothing but waiting and worrying about my jury on Friday. I’m usually not one to sweat but this is so important it seems dangerous not to worry. But I think I’ll stop worrying and just practice all day tomorrow and do my best. Tomorrow night is the Christmas Pageant dress rehearsal and then the pageant is Friday and Saturday.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 120.877

Today was a good’un, I really enjoyed it. Tomorrow I’ve got my jury at 10:10, work at 11:00, C&M audition at 2:00, take Phil to Asheville, Band, and finally the pageant. It will be pretty busy but I think I can handle it; after jury I know I can.

Tonight we had a rehearsal in the courthouse for the pageant. I made a new friend in Ellen Jenkins. She is a ’75 graduate of MHC and is now teaching voice here. She’s doing some solos for the choir.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 120.977

I am so relieved to have “jury” over with. I played this morning and my lip was so dry I could hardly control it. I could have played better, but I did well enough to pass so I’m not that worried. Tonight we did our first of two pageants and it went of real well, I’m really enjoying working with that bunch.

I’ve got plans for next semester; I’m gonna work on that flute ’til it starts being second nature to play.

I’ve got rehearsals all day tomorrow and the second pageant tomorrow night I’ll really be glad to get out of here.

Captain’s Compiled Log: Stardates 121.077 – 121.177

Saturday was a day to be slack. I didn’t enjoy as much slack as I had hoped though. I got up at 8:00 to get ready for flute choir at 9:30 and band at 10:30. We had youth group practice at 5:00 and then the pageant that night; a pretty musical day!

Today was about the same except all the practice became performing. This morning, in front of the four combined Walnut churches, our youth group received and gave some fantastic blessings from the mighty Lord through us. The cantata came off beautifully. Then this afternoon we had instrument concert in which I participated in the flute choir and concert band; it came off well this afternoon. I think Mom and Dad were very proud of me and that makes me feel good ’cause I’m a product of their lives together.

Captain’s Log: Stardate 121.277

It’s been an easy day here toward the end of the semester. I slept late, took Yogi to the bus station, and worked at the bookstore. I think I may have made some advances with Anita tonight. She’s a really nice girl and deserved the $5.00 I gave her for Christmas. Right now I’m sitting and watching Dallas beat San Fran and I hope they hold on. I guess I’ll get down to business and write a couple of critiques.

Yogi [?] was Phil Shuford’s roommate; I think the Anita mentioned is Anita Miller, who was my piano accompanist for solo flute lessons and performances (and $5 was a lot for a college student in 1977).

As is apparent above, I was, at first, fairly diligent in my journaling. This didn’t continue. The entry below is from December 9, 1980, and it’s one of my catch-up journal visits. My last confession prior to this was February 26 of that year. At that time, February, I was in the midst of my first sojourn to Nashville, studying as a music business major at Belmont College (Spring 1980).

Captain’s Log: Stardate 120.980

Time has not wasted itself on me. I has zoomed by, only waving as it passed, laughing. It is December on Earth and I am back in my own bed. An update follows.

I worked at Opryland for about six weeks but after a senseless day when I almost froze to death I quit. I found another job with TRIUNE MUSIC / TRIANGLE RECORDS, working in the mail room. The people there were great and I loved it while it lasted. However, after school was out all I wanted was to come home so as I usually do, I followed my heart right back to Carolina. Taylor joined the Navy so I didn’t really leave anything behind. At home I started work for Mike Tweed in his sports store . . . Joey and Charlene broke up . . . I started school at UNC-A . . . I met and began going out with Hannah Anderson . . . To regress back to the summer I had a gospel group for a time but we broke up . . . I saw Dallas Holm in concert at Opryland on July 4 . . . Back to the time table, I played Vivaldi’s Concerto in D major “Il Cardellino” at John Johnson’s long awaited wedding on Nov. 1 . . . I sang for 600 people at an awards banquet and received a standing ovation [see picture & article below] . . . I turned 22 . . . I broke up with Hannah at about the same time Dec. 8 as John Lennon was being murdered in NYC.

This all brings us to today where there’s little to report. Maybe tomorrow . . .

I sang a Larry Gatlin song as my audition to be a performer at Opryland, but halfway through a booming voice interrupted me with a second or third “Thank you.” They were looking for performers, which has never really been my thing. Anyway, I ended up working the flume (log) ride for a few weeks, until they made us work all of a cold, rainy day in March (with almost nobody in the park). As I was driving home that night, it was still raining and I was worn out. Just as the light at the corner of Edgehill and 17th Avenues turned green and I touched the gas, a jogger ran right across the intersection in front of me. I think it was Willie Nelson.

I lived in a single room (bathroom and kitchen shared with three others) in a house on 17th Avenue South. One was a pothead, whose name I don’t remember. Bob, maybe. Another was an Alabama guitar player whose name I can’t forget — Clovis Hitson. The third was the fellow mentioned above as headed for the Navy — Taylor Binkley.

As for UNCA in the fall of 1980, I made it through half a semester as an English major before I quit to work at Tweed’s sports store, to stay up late writing songs, to begin playing lounges and restaurant around the area. (I didn’t return to school until January 1991.)

John Lennon was murdered on December 8, the day before my entry, and the Sunday following, the 14th, might have been the last time I had much of anything to do with the church I (mostly) grew up in. That Sunday morning the redneck preacher got up and blasted Lennon for being an atheist (“Imagine there’s no heaven”) and a Communist (“Imagine there’s no countries”). I hope that I thought, Imagine there’s no ignorant preachers. . . . Still makes me sad and angry.

To be continued in Part Two.