Road Dog

Wednesday, 20 April 2011

Life Begins @ Thirty

I will never forget my 30th; we were playing a six-night stand at The Yale Hotel on Granville St. in Vancouver, BC. It was a Tuesday - January 28, 1992. Back then the Bloodhounds were as tight as a 2nd coat of paint and in those days, we were one of the few local bands that had the honour of playing the prestigious Yale regularly. You see, at that time, it was mostly American touring acts that played every Monday through Saturday, except for bands like Powder Blues, Jim Byrnes, The R"n"B Allstars, Long John Baldry, and us.

 Anyway, here I am shouting out with great conviction "LIFE BEGINS AT 30" throughout the night. In those days, the staff were like family, and so we were having some late night cocktails (the band and the staff) when one of the older waitresses piked out at me. "Harpdog, I have a bone to pick with you".  I was all ears as she explained how all night long she had to listen to me spoutin' off about how life begins at 30 blah blah blah"......I said, "'s your point?"  She smiled and said, "well, you're see life actually begins at 40, the dress rehearsal starts at 30."  I can't tell you how much I loved that! I instantly began thinking how, in our first 20 years on earth, we pretty well go through all our physical growth. Then for the next decade we pretty well have the opportunity to experience more intellectual growth, spiritual growth, as well as character and personality development, if you will.
So I figure, if we haven't gotten locked in to a particular way of life before we hit 30, the 30's become our "dress rehearsal" - a time of growth that should lead us to know what we like to do; and chances are, we are somewhat gifted at it. Now is the time when life actually begins.....The Big Four-O.  hahaha now you're playing with your own money on the table. Personally, it took the better part of my 40's for me to catch on to what the universe had planned for me to do. Funny how it seems that it has always been clear; however, I couldn't see the forest for the trees. Maybe that's the main lesson here....never to try and rush through life, take your time and pay attention to the writings on the walls of life. Then and only then will you find your Holy Grail, the meaning of life, your true place and purpose. Remember, the first one to the red light gets to stop. So, slow down, enjoy the ride, and find your place in life.

Harpdog Brown
edited by Melodie Collins

Monday, 18 April 2011

I Love My Life.

Today I enter the world of blogging...I just finished a 19-day tour through British Columbia with Graham Guest, truly a master of the piano and the road. We have been doing a lot of work in the past 14 months, including recording and releasing two albums. Sometimes I think this universe really loves me.  Since the first recording, we have toured to Ontario and back twice, out west to the coast and back a few times, through The Kootenays twice, and loads of local and regional stuff and it's all been such a sweet ride. Musically, working with Graham has been awesome, and I find that traveling with him is a pleasure as well. Truly a combination you don't find easily in this racket, trust me!
So today we wake up in Prince George and get the van loaded with our gear and start our journey home. We got about two hours down the road when the van decided to take a nap. Now usually you would react like   %$#&*(#&^@!!! , but I decided it was a great day for a breakdown.....if there ever was one! The sun was shining and the sky was blue with very few white clouds floating by as I waited with the ship while Graham jumped a ride into the nearest town with the first guy that was going our way.
I had a few cigarettes and enjoyed the day looking through my open window...then I grabbed my Chromonica 64 and played a little blues to myself.....then I remembered a book I was given by a close friend of mine, and tried to read some of it but it just wasn't my kinda book. I must admit, I've never been much of a reader, and to some degree I wish I was, as I know I would have a far more interesting vocabulary - let alone better grammar...I have said more than once in my life, " If I knew what I was gonna do with my life, I would have paid more attention in school".
So, Graham - bless him - has a CAA card, and let me use it for a free tow to the nearest town, McBride.
We left it in front of the shop located right next door to the Sandman Inn...I checked into a smoking room and walked down to the local Asian, you gotta love the fact that every little town in Canada seems to have an Asian restaurant with decent food. The trick is to know how to find what it is you know you'll like on the menu. Now, while all this is happening, Graham has found out that The Grey Dog comes through here on the way to Edmonton around 11pm. I decided to cover that cost for him while I stay with the ship and hopefully get it back on the road home sometime tomorrow. Then I decided to take a stroll across to the Husky for some supplies and found Graham grabbing some of his stuff out of the van. It seems he met a trucker with a load of lumber headed for Edmonton, so off he goes headed for his bed sometime soon. There really is no need for two of us waiting to see how much it's gonna be to get back on the road. So, here I sit in my motel room...was on Facebook earlier, chatting with a friend in Toronto; we got to talking about stuff and she pretty well convinced me I should start blogging.
 The thing I embrace the most today is how the timing couldn't have been better - this all happened around 2:30pm and I was in my motel by 5:00....nothing ventured, nothing gained huh! So when life throws you a little slap in the face it isn't always for the worse....things could always be worse, and always remember all things are temporary.
I truly do love my life!


Harpdog Brown

edited by Melodie Collins