Maren Morris, remember that name.

She and her band played at the 30th annual International Festival here in Lawton on Saturday night.

Even with some issues concerning the sound system you can tell this girl is one to watch.

She isn’t one to put on “airs”. She did her entire hour and a half set in flip flops and shorts.

But if you happen on to her playing at a local club or event you won’t even pay much attention to what she is wearing. You will be focusing all your attention on her vocal ability and the great blend between her vocals and her acoustic Gibson. Her work with the band is not half bad either.

Her song writing is first rate and the blend of country, pop and blues is refreshing. Her true calling though is exposed when she sings a cover of T- Bone Walker's blues standard "Call It Stormy Monday".  This girl is soulful…

Maren, you really should work up some more blues, you are a natural.

 

 

 

 

Here are a few links to her sites on the net.

Maren's Website

Her My Space

Maren On You Tube

Visit her, encourage her and buy her music.

Which guy?

Well, the guy that sprays black paint on Shakira so it looks like she is wearing clothes.

 

 

 

 

How else do those pants stay up in the back? Has to be paint... gotta be.  It reminds me of Playboy Femlin that was in most issues of Playboy years ago when I would sneak a peek at the magazine stand at Gilbert Woods Pharmacy in Cache Road Square.

 

 

my, my, my... After Shakira's song I didn't even care who won America's Got Talent. Sorry Kevin "Chicken Catcher" Skinner, you were my pick to win but hey... I'm just sayin'.

I wonder if there's any chance of talking Taylor Swift into wearing Shakira's outfit?

I think what I'll do is open two windows. One with the above video, the volume muted, and the following video minimized and the audio playing normal. That is about a close to Taylor in that outfit as we will ever get.

  

Let's set the scene.

Kanye West: 32 year old man

Taylor Swift:  19 year old girl

Location: MTV Video Awards

Miss Swift wins Best Female Video and is making her acceptance speech and thanking friends and family.

Kanye West struts up and pulls the microphone from her hands and begins complaining that Beyonce who was also nominated for that award has the best video of all times indicating I suppose that Tayor should not have won.

For that Kanye should receive the "Punk Ass Bitch" award.

Too bad we don't run in the same circles, I'd kick his inside the building-sunglasses wearin'-drunk ass.

Note to Toby Keith.... I saw a video of you roughing up a fan in the stands...

Toby, you and  Kanye probably run into each other once in a while. How about you show us how big a man you really are and kick Kanye's ass... that is if you can.... or maybe you could just write a song about how you can kick his ass.... .

 

Maybe it's time Kanye pulled a Buddy Holly --- wait my bad.... it's only good musicians that die in plane crashes... Kanye is safe...

Went to see the little Punk on Monday. He is so sweet.... but if you tell him so he strikes a pose just like his mom did/does. Except instead of just smiling real big he leans his head over on one shoulder, sucks his lower lip in and puts on the Doe eyes.

Sweet little punk.

RIP

For Dream Girl

Dream Girl and I actually found a parking space at the “Mayor’s Blues Ball” in Medicine Park to start the Labor Day weekend off right. Shortly after our arrival though we noted that in the future we need to bring chairs. So we loaded up for a trip through the Wichita Mountains Wildlife Refuge. (Note to Keith… Dream Girl says to let her know the next time you guys have a gig where there are chairs and climate control because the band sounded great and we really want to hear an entire gig. It was great fun.)

You know the one... the old guy in front of you at the supermarket with three inch hairs growing out of the inside of his ears. I'm currently keeping my ears trimmed and tweezed but I know the day is coming (soon) when I simply say screw it.

I'm sleeping more in a chair than I am in a bed.

I'm thinking about hanging out at one of the local VFW clubs, and I'm not even a veteran.

I saw a picture of an old high school friend on the Internet the other day and I thought it was his dad. But his dad has been dead for 5 years. If he is that old I must be old. It's kind of a cosmic rule.

As I mentioned before I'm now all about yelling at kids in the neighborhood to stay out of my yard. They hadn't actually been in my yard but I somehow felt driven to warn them away just the same. And what would have been the harm if they had been in my yard? Were they gong to kick the dirt into the street? There sure isn't any grass there any more, since water is so expensive and all... .... the other day I caught myself thinking, "What good is grass? You can't eat it and if you water it you just have to mow it." And again if I do have to venture into the front yard, I will surely wear Jesus sandals with tire tread soles and black knee socks while I rearrange the dirt with my mower.

Dream Girl and I enclosed the garage (We removed the door and built a wall and then put up siding.) It took two days, sun up to sun down, and it still isn't painted. I will admit that some of that time was eaten up by my wandering around Lowe's in a lumber yard trance. But the point is that ten years ago it would have taken me maybe six hours. I could have even cooked some hotdogs while I was building it and then played tackle football in the street on Sunday morning. But noooooooo....  I felt like I had survived a plane crash on Monday morning. Everything I have hurt, even my earlobes.

I have some friends that have a Blues band, I may have mentioned it. Their band is called BLUEPRINT and back in the day I would have showed up at dawn, helped them load and unload equipment at a gig, drink beer and hang with them all day and night and then help load up and transport home. Today Dream Girl asked if we were going to be going to listen to them play at the Mayor's Blues Ball this weekend in Medicine Park, Oklahoma and the first thought to cross my mind was, "I wonder how hot it will be?" and the second was, "How far away will we have to park?" and finally "Will there be ample restrooms?".

Getting old sucks.

I have accepted that the persistent demands from AARP that I join their stupid little club will never end until I capitulate, yet I'm holding out on principal. What principal, I don't know but I'm holding out none the less.

The final straw was two weeks ago when I received this invitation from Playboy to subscribe to their magazine.

There was a time when I would have jumped at the chance to receive hundreds of glossy photos of sexy, naked, smoking hot ladies a large collection of in depth articles concerning world happenings and events enhanced by a few lovely ladies every month for only $1. I would have taken one look at the photo on the card and wondered, "How could a guy fall into a bucket full of her?".

But no.... my very first thought, before anything else was:

"That's really inappropriate to be sent through the mail....."

I'm REALLY old.

As a side note... My name and address is all over the Internet and I doesn't really bother me but I did blur out my address on this card to make it a little harder for the casket and funeral home people to find me, that's all I need.

Just in case Albert “THE PUNISHER” Onolunose wakes up today or tomorrow and wonders where the rest of the weekend went... Here's a hint... Grady Brewer, family and friends were celebrating and Albert's manager was at the embroidery shop having the back of his robe and trunk waistband changed to read "THE PUNISHED".

After having his original opponent, Anthony "The Messenger" Thompson (now known as Anthony "Just Leave A Message And I Might Get Back To You" Thompson) retire rather than enter the ring, Grady put his months of training to use by ending Albert's untarnished winning record. Not only did Grady hand Onolunose his first loss but he also gifted him with his first KO loss.

The thirty-eight year old Brewer spent the first round testing the youngsters reach, offensive abilities and most importantly his defenses. When the the second round started and Onolunose attempted to put together a combination, Grady "Bad Boy" Brewer provided the Canadian with a boxing lesson.

Onolunose, a 28 year old Nigerian born fighter, made two mistakes. The first was when, in the course of the combination, he dropped his left hand and Brewer landed a right that connected squarely with Onolunose's jaw, dropping him to the canvas.

The second mistake that Albert made was getting up off the canvas. When Onolunose regained his feet and the referee continued the bout, Brewer stepped in and began pounding on his opponent with body shots and big left hands to the head. Early in the second round Brewer delivered the fight ending uppercut and Onolunose was out before he crumpled to the canvas.

Grady "Bad Boy" Brewer (now 26-11, 15 KOs) takes home the IBC junior middleweight world title and the comfort of knowing that youth, speed and power are not always a match for experience, maturity and real talent.

The most talented boxer went home with the belt.. THAT is certain.

Brewer and his wife operate a gym "Bad Boy's Boxing And Fitness" in Lawton and are passing on the art of pugilism and new ways to stay fit to a new generation.

Yes the photo is appropriated from the web because I haven't seen Grady since the fight.