Vasti’s Rock

RockI believe people are placed in your path for a reason. Some inspire you. Some infuriate you. They either sink you or push you in another direction. They are the rock your life’s raft hits.  And yes, hitting that rock is sometimes painful.  I mean really, being pushed out of your comfort zone is, by definition, uncomfortable.

I interviewed blues musician Vasti Jackson yesterday on my radio show (Now You’re Talking on MPB Think Radio, Monday’s at 10 a.m.).  A brilliant singer, songwriter, producer and musician, Vasti is known as a demanding guy to play for. Not because he is a bad guy —  just the opposite. He has high standards.  I asked him how he got those standards.  He told me the story about his early years as a musician. His family was musical – -he had natural talent. A guitar was always around.  He played up until he was in his mid-teens.  And then one day he was in a recording session with an instructor.  Vasti played well, but didn’t know all the notes.  The instructor stopped the session and told him that until he learned how to read music, he would have to get out.

The instructor was the rock that Vasti hit.

He could have sank Vasti’s musical dreams. But instead Vasti got serious about his craft. He learned it and his musicianship was carried to a whole new level. He became a professional and set exacting and high standards for himself and those who he hired. He explained why he demands so much from a drummer for example. “They are the floor. They are the base of the whole song — so they have to get it right,” he said. A friend told me that there was no rehearsal with Vasti. You know the music coming in or you don’t. Vasti explained that if he is paying a musician $100 to play a song with 100 notes, he or she can’t come in and hit 75.”

That is import to all of us. How many of us only hit 75% of our notes every day?

Vasti then said something that really resonated with me. “A talented musician can have a terrible work ethic and attitude and not get brought back. But an average musician with an amazing work ethic will always get the call.”

How many people do you know who succeed because of their attitude?  Their work ethic?  Their professionalism? I had to look in the mirror on that one.

I was named most talented in high school.  My talent has taken me across the country and to the edge of greatness. But with the changes in the my profession, it is no longer enough.  What if I raised my standards? How high could my career soar?

Vasti’s words were an epiphany for me.  It’s time to improve my professionalism. To get the little things right.  Vasti’s instructor was a rock that sent him off in a better direction. And his story definitely inspired me to do just the same.

It’s time to learn the notes. It’s time to be a pro.

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The Adventures of Sherlock Stokes

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In honor of April

Yellow_daffodils_-_floriade_canberraAfter all the glamour and glitz of last night’s Academy Awards, I’m going to tell you about someone you probably don’t know.  She’s not a celebrity. Oh no, she’s more special than a celebrity.

April DeLoach is a mom, an educator and a wife. She has multiple friends because her personality draws people to her like a moth to a flame. I met her like many Mississippians meet: On the little league ball field. Her humor would light up the field at dusk. Her love for her family would warm everyone on a cool Spring night.  April’s life was just like yours or mine until one fateful day she noticed bruises.  Bruises that would not heal.

Bruises caused leukemia.

She is young. I don’t give out ladies’ ages but I will say she is much younger than I am. Cancer struck her during the prime of her life.

It’s not fair. But cancer never is.

Her ability to write brought her struggles and triumphs to all her friends who followed her on Facebook. We’d cheer. We’d fear. But mainly we prayed. And prayed a lot.  Life was a roller coaster for her and her family. And we were in the car with her.

We prayed for her to get well. For her doctors’ to find a cure. For a stem-cell match. For safe operations. For strength for her amazing husband Trey. Trey and April have two great kids. It’s not fair for a kid to have to face what they have.

As I write this, she’s facing grave odds. Her soul is strong but her body is tired. She’s on the cusp of eternal glory.

It’s not fair. But cancer never is.

April is one of my cancer heroes. She lived. Really lived. She loved her family and practiced her faith. And inspired us all in the processes.

April is the month when the world springs back to life.  So on this cold, gray Monday, may we honor April DeLoach by springing back to life and truly living, too.

Note: April Heath DeLoach passed away at 4:42 a.m. on March 4, 2013. She courageously battled leukemia and the side effects of the stem cell transplant with heart and faith and was an inspiration to us all. God bless her and her family. 

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MRBA Free-For-All

Yesterday Summer. Today Spring. Welcome to the bipolar South.

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 27, 2014

treadmillWe started with running a giant nipple drill (not as sensual as it sounds), then we ran ladders, sprints and the Gauntlet. We jumped on the treadmill (8 minutes at 7.5 mph) and then finished with a bear-crawl drill in one of the aerobic rooms. It was a heart-pumping, lung burning workout.

Most people think of workouts as just a physical activity. But there is a real mental component to it also.  Fatigue makes you mentally weak. It allows things to get inside your head.  We are like oranges — you can tell what’s inside of us when we are squeezed.

I’ve been squeezed a lot the past three years.  I have a lot more work to do.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fat Blog: February 26, 2014

Live for something bigger than yourself and set lofty goals. That will help you keep perspective on the bad days.

I was there today and worked my butt off. Other than that, I have nothing else to say.

 

 

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CARTOON: Mayor Lumumba 1947-2014

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Mayor Frank Melton’s death on election night was terrible. But I never would have predicted that current Jackson Mayor Chokwe Lumumba would pass away less than a year into his first term. It’s just shocking. And sad.

Prayers go out to his family. And to all in the city of Jackson.

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Make the Undertaker Sorry

1743665_10153875647655721_141113459_nWhen I heard that my former coworker and Clarion-Ledger columnist Orley Hood died, a wave of sorrow crashed over me.  I thought of all the group lunches we had enjoyed at the Thai House. I remembered Orley’s stories. I felt blessed to have worked with him.  I thought about how much I enjoyed reading his columns.  Now, I wish I could read more of them. I really crave an Orley novel. That would have been amazing.

Harold Ramis died yesterday.  His creative legacy is long and distinguished.  If a movie made you laugh in the 1980’s and 90’s, Ramis probably had something to do with it. Animal House, Caddyshack, Stripes, Ghostbusters, Groundhog Day and those are just a few of the great motion pictures he was a part of.  Selfishly, I’d love to see one more Harold Ramis comedy.

Because when creative people die, it tears at the world’s fabric.

I was honored last Saturday at the Cancer Gala. A very nice woman came up and told me the story of her brother’s melanoma recurrence. He had a melanoma like mine and within four years, it had roared back. He’s now Stage IV and is in a brutal fight for his life. I listened and breathed as deeply as I could.  Anxiety crept in and clutched my soul.  I know I am a ticking time bomb.  I know my melanoma could come back at any time. I have a sword hanging over my head. I could die from a recurrence. But I also could live to 100. Or I could die tomorrow crossing the street. We all can.

But it got me thinking. What am I doing to create a legacy? How am I spending my time on Earth? What lessons can I learn?

These are a few of them:

Make the most of every single moment.

Leave no talent’s stone unturned.

Bring joy to those around you.

Craft a creative legacy.

Shuck procrastination and embrace urgency.

Live your life like Mark Twain said: “Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.”

Yes, that’s it. Make the undertaker sorry.

Because Orley Hood and Harold Ramis sure did.

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 25, 2014

My legs cramped yesterday.  Lactic acid burned both of them and I felt the cloak of exhaustion battering me.  Like the tide that refused to go out, fatigue overwhelmed me, flooding me with sleepiness. I poured all the ice from the ice maker into the the cold water in the tub.  And then I sat down in the icy bath.

HOLY #$%#!  IT WAS FREEZING!!!!!!!!

If I had been a turtle, I’d still be in my shell.

A late work night and tired legs (I ran 13.5 miles last weekend after a five-day workout without a break), meant I needed a rest.  I took a day off today and will take another ice bath again.

Tomorrow I’ll hit the workout hard. This time with fresher legs.

 

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Fit2Fat2Fit Blog: February 24, 2014

straight_grip_hand_stand_pushups_startingIt’s Monday. Normally, I would have slept in (until 6) but we’re making up another snow/ice/rain day today. So I was blessed with another opportunity to work out.

See what I just did?

I could have complained that I had to get up. I could have whined that I was tired and didn’t want to work out. I could have mentioned my legs are pretty much shot from running over the weekend.

And yes, my legs are tired.

But I decided that I would embrace today’s workout with my whole heart.  And surprisingly, my attitude pulled my tired body through the day.

It was an upper-body workout today. Even Leonard’s station was geared more toward it.  I ran with a bar over my head. I threw a medicine ball as my friend and I shuffled down the court. Sure, my legs got a workout, too — I kept moving the whole time. But I could tell the day would be geared toward the waist up.

We did an inside four-corner drills (run the Gauntlet and then do pushups, sit-ups, burpees and squats along the course.) Then we went to Clark who had us doing unnatural things with a 25-lb. pound weight.  My favorite is the wall stands.  When I was in college, I used to do pushups while standing on my hands. That was a long, long time ago.  From there we went to the treadmill, where I did an incline of 15%, then ran 6.0, 6.5, 7.0 and 8.0 mph.  I could feel the lactic acid in my legs gurgling and cursing my very being.  After six minutes, we went into the bike room and rode the bike. That actually felt good.

I ran a 5K race Saturday and a 10-mile run yesterday.  We have another five-day training schedule this week.  I’m just thankful I have so many opportunities to improve my health and live a better life for my family.

But right now, I’m taking a nap. I’m positive about it.

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