What can I say that has not already been said? What can I do that has not already been done? Not a lot. But I press forward. Forward to greatness.

I tell stories. I weave dreams. Have these stories been told before? Sometimes. But I won’t forget. I don’t want to let the tradition of dreamspeak and folk tale die. So I perpetuate them.

Tell your stories. Tell your dreams. Inspire people. Move forward. Evolution is not just a physical theory, but a spiritual and mental fact. We must strive to evolve our minds and souls towards that highest goal.

Jack
I Listen.

Basic Ideology 101

Battle #4
Dreamspeak, Storywalk

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Jack was down. Real down. Deep down. Jack had the blues.

You see, Jack’s wife had died recently, he had lost his job just days ago, when his sadness had started to affect his work. Jack was homeless(again), he had only enough spare change for a beer at the pub, and only enough sense to finally do it.

Things had gone too far this time. This was as low as it could get. Jack knew he had to end it. He could no longer stand the depression that sat on him every day. He went to the railroad tracks, a few miles walk from the pub. There was an odd crossing there, and he knew his wait wouldn’t be long.

Jack stood on that odd cross roads, and cursed life. He cursed himself. He cursed his wife for leaving him. And finally, as he saw the train light in the distance, he cursed God.

Jack closed his eyes as the train bore down on him, and cried. He could hear the trains engines getting closer. And then. Nothing.

He heard in the new silence of the night, a match strike. Jack opened his eyes to see a tall, slender man lighting a cigarette from the match he had heard so clearly. The man wore a dark coat, and possibly a tie, with a short brimmed fedora on his head. Jack knew from the fire in his eyes and words that he was The Devil.

The Devil let out a large exhale of smoke, and said, “Jack, I hear it’s bad down at the factory. Let 20 more go today. Your wife’s recent passing is unfortunate indeed.”

Jack tried to speak, but could not. He had stopped crying. Now his teeth were grinding.

“I can make things better, Jack. It’s what I do. I know what you’d do above all things. If anything could ever have made you happy, it would have been to sing. To sing with soul. To sing like the legends. To sing the blues.”

“The drink has taken my wits..” Jack finally managed to murmur.

“Jack, I can save your life. I can give you the life you always wanted. I can make you a legend. And you can do it for all eternity. You haven’t lived a good life, Jack. If you take my offer, I get your soul. If that train hits you, I still get your soul.”

No one knows if Jack took the offer. But everyone knows he died that night.

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-Jack.
I Listen.
I Travel.

I traditionally vote democrat. I think many “democrats” could get behind Ron Paul’s idea of “Constitutionalists.”

EDIT – 1.07.08 – Update – Ron Paul lost the last primary to Mike Huckabee. Who is for some reason wanting to follow my twitter…. Rally up when your state comes about in these primaries!)

Loki.
Campaign Trail ’08.

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-Loki.
Developmental Theology 089
Lesson #25

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Jack was a mean old blacksmith in this small town, in the Smokie Mountains. This was a different time, mind you, when people still rode horses mostly, and blacksmiths were really important.

Jack was the meanest man anyone had every met. He hated the men, women, and children of the town. And they were scared of him. The only time anyone ever talked to Jack, it was to buy horse shoes, or plows, or the like.

Jack was so mean, if children ran into his shop, he’d throw hot coals at them. Yeah, he was that mean.

So one day Jack was hammering away at a horse shoe, or a plow, he really wasn’t that sure, and he up and died.

So mean-old Jack floating up, towards Heaven. And there he saw the pearly gates of Heaven, and Saint Peter holding a book.

“Hmmmm…. Jack! Oh, my no!” says Saint Peter. “You were much too mean. Just wait here.”

So Saint Peter calls his old buddy Lucifer, and tells him he’s got the meanest, baddest man that ever lived just waiting right here at the Gates.

Lucifer gets very excited. He calls up his two eldest, strongest, meanest sons, and tells them they have to go to the Gates of Heaven and get old Jack for him.

A few days later, Lucifer has not seen his sons or Jack. There’s a knocking at the Gates of Hell. Lucifer hears all kinds of crazy noise outside, I mean all of Hell was breaking loose!

So he runs outside, and about that time, Jack is walking up the steps to his castle.

Jack had beaten the devil’s sons and then crashed down the Gates, madder and meaner than ever.

No one much knows what happened after that, there’s a few different endings, some say Jack beat the devil and left. Other’s say that Lucifer had to chase Jack out of Hell with a hickory switch!

All we really know is that Jack was hammering horse shoes in that village again in just a day or two. Some say Jack is still in that place, hammering away, and since he’s so mean, and no one talks to him, and they all know Heaven wouldn’t take him, no one knows how long it’s been.

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- Loki

(Jack and the Devil, a Folk Tale, as told by me, in the tradition of Jack Tales)

Where was I? Why, how nice of you to ask.

The wife and I headed over to The Local Performance Hall to celebrate with a lot of friends. My great friends, The Molly Maguires, were playing the party that night.

This was sort of a big deal for the Mollys, it marked the release of their second EP, A Quick Pint. What follows is a review of first the EP, and then the concert.

The Molly Maguires
A Quick Pint
Release Date : March 17, 2007
5 Song EP
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Rating : A-

Excellent work by the Molly Maguires. Their 2nd EP also features many traditional songs. Including crowd favorites “Johnny Go Easy” and “The Molly Maguires.” Both songs are very true to the live performances. Michael Walters’ mandolin style is truly an inspiration. Marc Michael’s vocals are haunting on the song “Paddy’s Excuse.” Marc Michael informs me that my idea of “Paddy’s Excuse” being haunting is hardly what it really is. He emphasizes the humor of the song. It may be that I am a little jaded. The content is definitely comedy, but the vocals offer an eerie juxtaposition. It’s worth your time, no doubt about that. Drop by the site, and order a copy, or come to a show, get a CD, a t-shirt, and hear the real Mollys’ experience.

The Molly Maguires
Date : 3/17/07
Venue : The Local Performance Hall, Chattanooga, TN
Live Show
Rating : A+

This show was excellent. This was everything a Mollys’ show should be. All of the crowd favorites, a lot of the band’s favorites, Guiness and whiskey abound. The true Mollys’ experience is the live show. This is where they really shine. I’ve been going to their shows for around a year now, and have never been dissatisfied. Live. That’s the Molly Way.

In summation, new EP and Saint Patrick’s Day performance both scored A’s in my book. The Mollys’ always make sure to put on their best, and this past Saturday was no exception.

Check them out. You won’t regret it.

- Loki