Guitars and music on my mind.
I’m not really a big John Mayer fan but he knows his way around a guitar and this song can get stuck in your head. In this clip, he teams up with another guy with pretty good skills, Keith Urban.
Laid back and bluesy.
An afternoon in a café
a drink on the scarred wooden table
watching the life on the sidewalk
laugh and whisper
and glance with that look.
Copyright Joseph Bird, 2015
“Although the fig tree shall not blossom,
neither shall fruit be in the vines;
the labor of the olive shall fail,
and the fields shall yield no meat;
the flock shall be cut off from the fold,
and there shall be no herd in the stalls.”
Do you hear me? Do you understand? There will be bad times, brother.
In my eighty-one years, you better believe I’ve had them.
Three years ago I lost Nita.
We’re supposed to get wiser as we get older, and I guess I have.
Even so, loss is hard and lonely.
Here’s what I know.
Listen, now.
“Yet I will rejoice in the Lord, I will joy in the God of my salvation.
The Lord God is my strength and he will make my feet like hinds’ feet,
and he will make me walk upon mine high places.
To the chief singer on my stringed instruments.”
I didn’t always know that.
When you’re young, you think the fig will always bloom.
You think there will always be fruit and cattle in the stalls.
Now don’t be dense. You know what I mean. Even if you’re young, you know what I’m saying.
But this isn’t my story. It’s Trevor’s.
Trevor for sure didn’t know.
To this day, I don’t know if he’s taken hold of the truth.
It’s not profitable for a man to express his faith in these days and when you’re young like Trevor, you’re not inclined to go against everything the world says is right.
One has to be tried, tested, and hardened by fire.
That boy.
He’s a remarkable boy.
Joseph E Bird 