All-Star Guitar Jam — The Game of Thrones Theme Like You’ve Never Heard It

If you’re a Game Of Thrones fan.. you’ll love this… around the 2:00 mark is when the song starts… and they all do individual solos… imo… I like Brad’s solo the best… they are all great tho… and Tom is always awesome… his style is unique… one of a kind… who do you like best?

🎸 Guitarists & Players in the Video… from right to left…

Ramin Djawadi – Composer of the original Game of Thrones score (also appears and plays)

Scott Ian – Guitarist from the thrash metal band Anthrax…

Tom Morello – Legendary guitarist known for Rage Against the Machine and Audioslave…

Nuno Bettencourt – Lead guitarist of Extreme…

Brad Paisley – Country music star and highly respected guitarist…

D.B. Weiss (Dan Weiss) – Game of Thrones co-creator/showrunner; he joins in playing as well…

………♚🎸→(GoT)→~⚔~→|M|+|N|+|S|+|B….R…→=ALL☆JAM→⚡🎼⚡→[INST]→▶→ROCK⇄COUNTRY’…..🏰🎸→🎼→👑🎸→🤘Tom→🎸Nuno→🎸Scott→🎸Brad→🎼Ramin→⭐🤝→🔥🎸→🎵(Instrumental)→🎬→🎸🤘⇄🤠’

Outlaw Roots — The Hank Jr Legacy (Week 1)

Hank Jr 🎶 My Name Is Bocephus 🎶 Paying On Time…

Hey yall… welcome to my world
The time has come — let’s kick this series off right

Country music
Hank Williams Jr
Where do I even begin…

He’s a living legend
For me — he stands alone

He’s my strongest musical influence
His songs shaped me… made me the artist I am today
I’ve been listening since I was a young boy

He’s a mix of country… rock… blues…
He’s outlaw country
He’s art and poetry — in the form of sound

And with so many songs…
it was hard deciding where to start

So I chose these two

• “My Name Is Bocephus” (1986)
• “Paying On Time” (1979)

I hope you enjoy…
and thank you for listening

I hope yall have a great weekend…

Introduction 👇

….HWJr→★→†→1/1→//♪//→{art}→~pure~→”poetry”‘…….◎~♭~◎→|legend|→1of1→♪→◈→~ `’.,°~

Some of us are born with it… some of us don’t ever ever get it…

© 2026 Bryan H. All rights reserved.

`’.,°~

Saltwater and Second Chances

The Day Me and My Friend Almost Drowned…

It was the summer of 1996…
I had it all figured out—
  until I didn’t…
I thought I could—
  until I couldn’t…

Life shows up at times…
 and will straight wreck your ship—
it’s a beast…
 a leviathan…

You can’t just ebb with the tide…
 if you don’t lead it—
  it will lure you…

Drowning is not an option…
Swim like your life depends on it—
  because it does…

Me…
my friend Terrell…
and his girlfriend Helen
decided to go to Panama City.. Florida
for the weekend…

It was about a six hour drive from Atlanta…
I was really spontaneous back then—
 so were my friends…

We would do crazy stuff on a whim…
 without thinking much about it…
it was Helen’s idea—
 T and me just looked at each other
  and smiled…

Within half an hour…
we were in the car and on the road—
 the highway was our runway…
 we didn’t have a flight plan…

After watching my life race by
like highway lines…
for what felt like eternity—
we finally made it…

That’s a notorious drive…
 it always feels double the time it takes…

So we found our rooms…
 chilled for a short time…
bought beer—
 and headed to the beach…

I didn’t know this but
T brought a funnel…
and he knew I had never done it before—
 so I tried it…
  about choked myself…

No bro…
it’s cool…
thanks anyway…

I like to actually taste
and enjoy a beer—
not shoot it like a rocket…
Down my throat…
to my brain
and insides…

So after a day of brutal heat
and alcohol…
I could hear the Gulf
calling my name—

Deep calls to deep…
 like a favorite song…

The two of us traded
the safety of the sand…
 for liquid turquoise…
oh.. how good it felt
on my body…

Such a beautiful and strange thing—
 is water…
It gives life…
 it can take it too…

We both were excellent swimmers…
 loved it so…
spent a lot of time in the water together—
 we ventured out pretty far…

I started to get a little tired…
Told T we should head back to shore—
 he agreed…
I could tell he was tiring too…

We hit a sandbar…
finally able to stand…
feel the bottom again…

I could feel the alcohol
hitting me more…
 creeping up on me…
  my head was spinning…

As I was bobbing…
 fighting waves…
an undercurrent picked up slightly—
 pulled us off the sandbar…

We could no longer stand…
It was back to treading…

T wasn’t looking good—
 he had way too much to drink…
This was a bad idea…
 things were about to get real…

Suddenly—
we were like two kites
with broken strings…

He started to struggle hard…
 fell below the surface…
  then up again…
   then down once more…

Oh no…
 oh no…

He cried out for me—
 help me…
  then he went under…

I went down after him…
with what strength I had left—
 got him back up…

But he was in survival mode…
 total panic…

He clung to me—
 I couldn’t move
  my arms
  or legs…

Next thing I know…
I was under water…
 he was on top of me…

Stepping all over me—
 his feet pushing me further down
as he fought for his life…
 to stay afloat…

I sank below…

Under water…
 out of strength…
  out of breath…
   far from home…

Fear spun over me
like a dreaded whirlwind—

I thought about the ones I loved…
 my life…
  how I should have done better…

I tried to fight some more—
 but I just had nothing left…
  zero breath…

I noticed the sun above…
 its beams shooting through the water
  all around me…

The fear left…
I was ok now…

I said a prayer…
 then from beneath the ocean…
  I said my goodbyes…

I gave up and breathed in saltwater…

Then—
unexpectedly…

I felt sand under my feet…
With new-found strength—
 I pushed off and up…

My head shot above water…
I found myself again
on the elusive sandbar…

I instantly started coughing…
 spitting out water from my lungs…

I breathed in—
 it was air this time…

I slowly walked
the narrow sandbar
back to shallower water…

I made it back to the beach…

My waterlogged body—
 collapsing…
  surrendering to sleep…

Later that evening…
close to sunset…

I woke…
 I remembered…
  I was so thankful…
   grateful…
    happy to be alive…

But oh my Lord—
 where was T…
  was he ok…

Then—
down the beach…

I saw him
and Helen…

The same thing had happened to him…
He somehow made it to shore…
 passed out…
  and slept…

He had just woken up
the same time I did…

This was all just so unreal…
How blessed
and fortunate
we were to have made it out…

I learned major lessons that day…
 I’m always learning stuff…

My friend T survived the ocean that day…
Only to be shot and killed years later—

Murdered…
 gunned down…
  in cold blood…

Like he was nothing…

over nothing…

He made it out of the water…
 but not the world…

And I’m still out here…

trying to make sense
  of the waves

that never stop coming…

Psalm 42:7 (NIV)


“Deep calls to deep in the roar of your waterfalls…
all your waves and breakers have swept over me…”

© 2026 Bryan H. All rights reserved.

`’.,°~

Before the World Knew

Sungha Jung 🎶 Extreme 🎶 More Than Words… (guitar covers)

…….” “→∅→❤️?→✋→🤝→( )→~touch~→†→real…….()→∅→<3→( )→~ ~→|→†→real…….🗣️→🚫→❤️❓→👋→🤲→🫂→✝️→✅…….()→∅→<3→( )→~ ~→|→†→real

More Than Words…

Hidden Gems From The B-Side.. Life Side (Week 9)

Tonic 🎶 Head On Straight 🎶 Lemon Parade…

Hey yall… so I have two more great songs from Tonic for you…

“Head on Straight”
• Album: Head on Straight
• Year: 2o02

“Lemon Parade”
• Album: Lemon Parade
• Year: 1996

And here’s some cool facts about the band…

• The name “Tonic” comes from music theory — the tonic is the home note of a scale.. They chose it because they wanted their songs to feel grounded.. centered.. and real…

• “If You Could Only See” became one of the most-played rock songs of the late ’90s.. but the band actually thought deeper tracks like “Lemon Parade” better represented who they really were…

• Emerson Hart (lead singer) wrote many of their songs while dealing with personal struggles — addiction.. recovery.. and relationships — which is why their lyrics hit with that raw… honest edge….

• They turned down being over-polished… Labels wanted them slicker… but Tonic pushed to keep their sound emotional and imperfect — part of why they connect so well with listeners who love real feeling over radio gloss…

• They reunited after a long break because fans never stopped asking for them — and when they came back… they kept the same heart instead of chasing modern trends…

I hope you enjoy 😉 `.°~

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

Billboard Wisdom

If you had a freeway billboard, what would it say?

this will help keep stupid people
off the interstate during rush hour…
it’ll work…
trust your boy… 😎 `’.,°~

✈️🚪⏳⚡ 💵→🙅‍♂️👔😊 🐎😂 👢🎩 ✋👔 💵❌ 👖🤝 🇺🇸🔥’🤷‍♂️🧔🎩🇺🇸🫵👊🤌🤠 SOOEY! 🐖💩…

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

Outlaw Roots — A Hank Jr. Series

Where My Sound Began…

Hey yall…
if you check my blog out at all… you already know how much music means to me…

Being a musician and a singer… I love all kinds of sound…
I’ve got influences everywhere — punk… rock… outlaw country… even rap…  Christian music.. of course… and more…
Throw it all in a blender and you pretty much get me… my sound…

But if I’m being real…
it all started for me with outlaw country…
with Hank Williams Jr… aka Bocephus…

Most people know him…
but they usually only know three or four of the big songs…
What a lot of folks don’t realize is — he has hundreds of songs that go even deeper than the famous ones…

To me… his music is pure art…
straight poetry…

And here’s the part that surprises people —
for a guy known for that raw… hard sound…
Hank Jr. wrote some of the best love songs I’ve ever heard…

I learned to play guitar from his music…
I learned to sing from his music…
I honestly know every single one 😁😎…

So… I’m starting something new…

Every Friday…
I’m going to feature one Hank Jr. song —
a weekly spotlight —
to help introduce people to the side of him most never get to hear…

When I really think about it…
he’s probably had more influence on me than any other artist…

His music is special…
and to most of the world…
it’s still a secret…

😎.•-  .°~  `’.,°~

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

Shakespeare & Me & HSAS… (Week 10)

Cymbeline — Act IV.. Scene II

HSAS -;-‘.`

“And so it was later… when the Miller told this tale…”

Willy `•.

“Golden lads and girls all must,
As chimney-sweepers… come to dust…”

Me `’.,°~

“I keep with the lions of heaven…
In Christ… dust has no claim on me.”

.

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

And Out Come the Wolves

my dream last night… poem & story…

alone out there…
just meat… just prey…
I feed my two wolves… one red… one grey…
the fence a lie…
just meet… just pray…
away my two wolves…
one red… one gray…

I was in a backyard—
 fenced in…
 familiar…
 from childhood…

I felt younger…
 In a place
  that remembered me…

Still—
 I climbed the fence…

On the other side—
 the woods waited…
  too close for comfort…

Then the red wolf came—

Big…
Hungry…
 All teeth and motion…

No hesitation—
 just intent…

I barely made it back over the fence—
 It stopped there…
  snarling…
  growling…
  measuring the distance…

Then it faded…
 back into the trees…

Silence pressed in…

I climbed again—
 slower this time…
 Quieter…
 Tiptoeing…

The gray wolf appeared—

Not loud…
Not rushed…
 Focused…

It ran at me—
 closing the gap…

I reached the top of the fence—
 just in time…

It stood there—
 head tilted…
 eyes steady—
  as if I was already chosen…
  as if I was meat…

Then the red one came back—

Side by side now—
 watching…
 Thinking…

They didn’t jump…

They searched…

They found a hole—

The fence was a lie—

They were already in—

Now they were with me—
Nothing between us…

That’s when I woke myself up—

Enough…
 for tonight…

…….⟂→||→🌲…….<3?→x…….2W→(R)(G)…….|=|→≠…….→🤝→🙏…….↩︎2W…….R→G’…….🚶‍♂️🌙→🌲…….🥩→🎯…….🐺🐺→🔴⚪…….🚧→🪞❌…….🤝→🙏…….🐺🐺↩︎…….🔴→⚪’

Listened to the album… And Out Come The Wolves… by Rancid… while writing..

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.

Let Love

my dream from last night…

I was asleep…
I opened my eyes…

Where the heck am I

I was in the back seat of a car…
some goofy-looking dude beside me…
a guy driving…
a girl riding shotgun…

The car was a real crappy-looking Honda Accord—
mid-90s—beat up bad—

And wherever we were matched it—
just as crappy—
I think it was Ohio…

I didn’t know any of these people…

No one spoke…
they stared straight ahead…

Then—
all at once—
they turned—
looked at me—

Every one of them—
bright green eyes…

The driver floored it—

We were flying—
everything outside the windows
tearing past—
at the speed of sound—

Then—
we slowed—
came to a stop—

We all got out…

In front of us—
a great lake—
still—gray—endless—

A long wooden dock—
stretching out—
into the water—

At the very end of it—
a beautiful girl—

Behind her—
far in the distance—
an ivory tower—
unlike anything I’d ever seen—

No end—
just rising—
higher and higher—
until it disappeared—
into the clouds—

I walked toward her—

Her back to me—
hair moving—
slightly—
in the breeze—

As I got closer—
my heart started shaking—
like the nervous end—
of a rattlesnake—

She turned—

Faced me—

Looked into me—

She said—These words—

“Let love…”

Then—
she stepped off—
the edge of the dock—
sank—
into the gray water—

……….→|~ ~|→↓≈≈≈’
…….→|≈≈|→↓~~~’
…….→| |→↓~’
…….↑| |→↓≈≈’

Love demands immersion—
even if it drowns— `’.,°~

© 2026 Bryan H. All Rights Reserved.