Hidden Gems from the B-Side — ⛽️ Fuel (Week 23)

Innocent 🎵 Daniel (Elton John cover)

So today is Fuel again…

—but I’m not really here to talk about them.

We’ll let the music handle that.

I want to talk about Elton John.

When I was a kid…
I wore Superman underwear—
’cause he was my hero… 🦸‍♂️

Then I got older—
and found out Superman wears Chuck Norris underwear 😄

But here’s one most people don’t know…

Many of your favorite artists—
across every genre—

they’re secretly wearing Elton John underwear.

I’ve been a fan of Elton since I first picked up a guitar as a teenager…
and over time—I started noticing something…

the greats…
they all love him too.

I saw an interview with Axl Rose once—
they asked what he listens to…
no pause— he says “Elton John.”

Then one night… I was watching one of the late night shows…
I believe it was Letterman…

Dave Grohl walks out solo with an acoustic guitar…

starts playing “Tiny Dancer”…
He gets the audience to sing along…

one of those moments you don’t forget.

And later… I found out Dave Grohl loves him some Elton.

So I started paying attention…
and it’s everywhere. Across all genres… many have Elton in common.

His music is loved… admired… and listened to by his peers…

Fuel’s no different.
Brett and Carl… they feel the same.

Elton… bruh… you’re the man! 🙌…

So today—

I’ve got two for you.

🎵 Innocent
Something Like Human — 2oO0

🎵 Daniel (Elton John cover)
Something Like Human — 2oO0

I love this cover of Daniel… it’s great…
and it holds a deep place for me… I sang it on my guitar earlier tonight

But back in 2o12… I was hanging out with my friend Nathan…
We were roommates… he was younger than me… like my little brother…
so anyway… this song started playing…

Nathan told me how much it meant to him…
said it reminded him of his older brother, Daniel…
who had passed a few years earlier from a drug overdose…

Well… in 2o14… I lost Nathan…
also to drugs…

I knew his brother too…

So now… when I hear this song…
I don’t just hear it—

I remember them both…

Also “Innocent” is one of my all-time favorite songs…
I’m not sure what it is about it… but it just gets better and better every time for me…
and I love when the drums kick in around the 1-minute mark…

Also I’ve included a bonus interview with Carl & Brett…
it’s really cool… I think…

Thanks for the love—
hope you enjoy 🎸`

Bernie & Elton

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Shakespeare & Me & Bob Dylan (Week 24)

Antony and Cleopatra

Willy `•.

“There is a world elsewhere.”

Bob ..^..

“Seen a shootin’ star tonight—
thought of you

You’re tryin’ to break into another world
The world I never knew”

Me `’.,°~

Spinnin’—
  the world… I knew it—
  just late to it

Jeremiah 8:20

“The harvest is past, the summer is ended, and we are not saved.”

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Hot Browns & Holy Ground

What is your favorite restaurant?

An Atlanta Chick-fil-A Story…

Growing up in Atlanta… if word got out that I answered this prompt with anything other than Chick-fil-A… I’d probably get ostracized, kicked out of church, and have my house egged in the night by a pastor dressed like a ninja…

So yeah… let’s keep the chicken-lovin’ Bible Belt Army happy-happy, as Phil from Duck Dynasty would say…

Seriously though… it’s a freakin’ amazin’ place for fast eats.
Chick-fil-A was born here in Atlanta… started by Truett Cathy… a legend in these parts. A great Christian man… a man who really cared about his employees and his customers… he built his business on biblical principles… a man who was always closed on Sunday.

I’ve even got a personal story tied to him.

My ex-girlfriend’s grandmother owned and ran a newspaper here in Atlanta for many years called The Southside Insider. She was friends with Mr. Cathy… and he actually sold her the building for that newspaper for $1. I always thought that was pretty cool.

I never got to meet him… I almost did. Missed him a few times in passing… but I’ve been blessed to hear many stories about him.

So from its humble beginnings here in my city… Chick-fil-A is now everywhere. But it’s different here in Atlanta. Different than anywhere else.

Here… we’ve got the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill.

If yall can fit through the door… then by all means… come on in and have a seat 😎

These places aren’t just fast food joints… they feel like actual restaurants. You can sit down… be waited on… and get menu items folks in other places have probably never even heard of.

One of them is found only at the Dwarf Houses and Truett’s Grill…

Ladies and gentlemen… I present to you… The Hot Brown.

Man…

Let me describe this thing!

It’s like a casserole-style dish with white meat chicken in a rich cream-style gravy like thick sauce… but it’s not a gravy, really, I don’t think… and it’s covered in melted cheddar… topped with strips of bacon… and served with toast.

You’re just gonna have to trust me on this one.

I wouldn’t lie to you.
my taste buds are elite.

I wish I had one right now.

And their sweet iced tea? elite too.

When I’m not goin’ with the Hot Brown… my next favorite is the spicy chicken sandwich with pepper jack and waffle fries. The mac ’n’ cheese is worth fightin’ for… and the cheesecake is straight-up badass.

So if you’re ever in the Atlanta area… now you know what you need to do.

I might just see you there.

Lunch is on me.

And in me.

Bawk! 🐔…

Comedian Tim Hawkins-songs about Chick-fil-A

The Hot Brown
My lunch from last month

📖 Colossians 3:23–24 (NIV)

“Whatever you do, work at it with all your heart, as working for the Lord, not for human masters…”

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Canary Yellow Night

Where do you see yourself in 10 years?

Sittin’ beside my one-of-a-kind wife
in a Canary Yellow 1973 Volkswagen Super Beetle—
at a drive-in…

eatin’ popcorn…
watchin’ Creature From The Black Lagoon…

hopefully it’s in effin’ color…
—or close enough.

but I’m goin’ to be too busy stealin’ kisses…
watchin’ the movie flicker in her eyes.

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Too Aware to Play Along

Describe something you learned in high school.

There are a lot of people I know
who say high school was a waste of time…

—and I get it.

For some…
especially artists and musicians…
it never felt like a place
that knew what to do
with a fire inside—

more about obedience…
than imagination…

But for me—
it was different.

Those four years gave me something real…

I had free chorus… music classes…
adding even more
to the years I already lived in—

that’s where it happened—
I discovered my love
for writing…
for literature.

English—
that was probably my favorite…

History came close—
science right behind it…

Math…?

I could do it… sure—
but I never felt it.

I understood it—
just never connected to it.

Sports gave me another kind of education—
one built on sweat…
pressure…
timing…
and skill you had to prove…

The social side though…
I could’ve done without that.

It was the usual divide…
the cool kids…
then everyone else…

—and me…

somewhere in between…
too aware to play along—

But the teachers—
they mattered.

I had real connections there…

My building construction teacher…
he was one of the guys…

Sometimes we’d sneak behind the shed—
smoke a cigarette…
talk about life…

Other days—
we’d all jump him…
wrestle him to the ground…
leave him covered in dirt…
shirt torn up…

He’d walk into the teacher’s lounge
looking like he survived a tornado…

trying to explain what happened…

Man… we loved that guy.

But my English teacher—

she changed everything.

She introduced me to Julius Caesar…
my first taste of Shakespeare…

Lighting a path to more great literature…

And then there was music class—

where I learned something
I still tote today…

The power… of the rest.

Silence—

In music…
what isn’t played…
can speak louder
than what is.

Same with writing… 😎

So yeah…

I gained a lot from that place.

Funny thing—

earlier today…
before I even saw this prompt…

I was listening to the John Mayer Trio…
reading interviews with John…

—and in one of them he said…

“I knew school never did anything for me…
it never made sense…
I knew at 13 what I wanted—
to be a musician.”

And yeah…
I get that too.

But thinking about it…

school did do something for him.

it showed him
what he refused to let go of.

And that’s the lesson— 😎

They love to tell you
Stay inside the lines.

But something’s better
On the other side.

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OutKasted — Then Gone With The Wind — Atlanta Nights

There was a bar on the Southside of Atlanta—
named after Scarlett O’Hara.

A name that still means something—here.

The owner was a big fan of the movie—
you could feel it in the name… the vibe… the whole place.

A fiery, drunken piece of history.

Like it had been there longer than it hadn’t.

Margaret Mitchell still lived in the bones of that place.
Her city.
Her story.
Her shadow.

And in the mid 90’s.

O’Hara’s was the spot.

Packed most nights—
the kind of place that had its own pull.

Lights low
Laughs loud
Song and dance soaked in whiskey—
beer… and sweet drinks of every color.

A place where stories were made—
not told.
This one included.

Me and two of my good buddies—
grew up together…
went to school together—
now doing grown man stuff together.

We spent most weekends here.

But there was this guy…
his mind was set—
he wanted trouble with my boy…
and he just wasn’t gonna quit.

All night—
on us…
pressing…
running his mouth.

Alright though…
was just words.

We left it alone…
stayed cool…
tried to anyway.

I even tried to squash it—
real calm… real respectful.

To him… that was weak.

And some… they read silence wrong.

On our way to the car…
it wasn’t looking good…

dude right behind us.

Words turned into steps—
steps about to turn to hands.

I knew what was coming…

and yep… he did it—
put his hands on my friend.

I was hoping—for him—he’d choose bigger.

That was all I needed.

I locked on him—

threw him over the hood—

let my hands go.

Fast.
Clean.
Final.

And just like that—
it was done.

He slid off the hood…
out cold.

I didn’t leave him—
I don’t roll like that.

We picked him up—
got him off the pavement…
laid him in the grass—
made sure he was alright.

Checked his breathing…
made sure he was with us.

Then we went back in—
let the people working there know what happened.

Stayed put till he came to.

But just between you and me…

frankly…

back then…

I just didn’t give a damn.

Then…
we were gone—

with the wind.

The Original Eminem… Atlantas Own… Margaret Mitchell
Rear view of the MM house from Crescent Avenue

You can plan a pretty picnic…

but you can’t predict the weather.

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War — A Poem (From Bethlehem)

A video poem by Paul Calvert…

Hey yall…

This is from my friend Paul—
a Christian radio journalist…
Middle East commentator…
and a really good poet—
living in Bethlehem, Israel.

Lived stuff…

He’s also got books available on Amazon.

Check him out… I love his poems

It’s a video poem 👇 of him speaking it

https://rumble.com/v788nxi-war-a-poem.html

Also here’s a link to Paul’s books on Amazon 👇

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✦ Shakespeare & Me & Zach Bryan (Week 23)

The Winter’s Tale

Willy `•.

“There is a fire in mine ears.”

Zach Bryan :::

“So let me go down the line…
Let me feel it all…
Joy, Pain, and Sky.”

Me `’.,°~

Mine.
Hers.
PyroHearts.

Jeremiah 20:9 (NIV)
“But if I say, ‘I will not mention His Word
or speak anymore in His name,’
His Word is in my heart like a fire,
a fire shut up in my bones

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bryanforchrist on YouTube

Lish Victory 🎼 Menuchah מְנוּחָה

https://youtube.com/shorts/p00qAvy9oRs?si=AYSlTDQGCk0blN2J 👈 the song short

Click on thumbnail inside text for full song… and if you enjoy Lish Victory Music then SUBSCRIBE to her channel…

LISHVICTORY ON YOUTUBE

“He tends his flock like a shepherd…
He gathers the lambs in his arms
and carries them close to his heart…”
— Isaiah 40:11 ✝️

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Going for Gold

What Olympic sports do you enjoy watching the most?

Poo diving.

Gold goes to…
this guy 🏅

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