Thursday, November 29, 2018

Them That Don't Know



Them That Don’t Know

              For almost two decades I worked for and with a fellow named Rick Hall. Rick was a larger than life music business character who, over the period of 60 years or so in the music business, was a part of some of the music that became a piece of the soundtracks to most or our lives. If you aren’t aware of him I highly recommend the Muscle Shoals documentary to get to know about him and the history of music in our little area.
              As his engineer, a songwriter, publishing company manager, studio manager and just about every other job we could work together on I got to know him in ways that very few people other than his immediate family knew him. The two of us spent thousands of hours working together and during so many poignant moments he would tell me stories I cherish. My favorite thing about Rick was his country colloquialisms that summed up his view of the world. One that everyone who worked with Rick remembers is “Them that don’t know don’t know they don’t know”. It was such an accurate observation about most of the people who think they are the next great thing in the music business. In truth, they often have no idea how far away from working as hard as you have to in order to be competitive they really are.
              As I have gotten older, I’ve realized this saying applies to the simplest of beauties and pleasures in the world, as well. As a young man I believed that success would afford me the opportunity to see, feel, taste and experience the very greatest things in life that the poor and downtrodden would just never get to experience. But I’ve come to know there is no beauty like the beauty of simple things.
              Until you have taken the Orient Express from London under the English Channel to Paris you do not know that you’re better off just taking a plane over. If, that is, you have any good reason to even go to Paris. When you finally eat caviar you discover that grits taste better. It only takes tasting expensive champagne to know that nothing is better than your fist sip of coffee on a cold morning (and I mean coffee, not a double shot pumpkin spice latte with whipped cream).
              I am much more comfortable traveling in my pickup truck than I ever was in any of the sports cars that I have owned. I have never had a $10,000 Rolex watch but I do know that my cellphone keeps perfect time and automatically changes when I go to a new time zone. And there could be no more comfortable footwear than broken in Roper boots.
              I remember listening to a symphony in a fancy concert hall in Vienna playing Mozart thinking that I would rather hear twin fiddles play western swing Bob Wills style. Could there be a better smell than the simple smell of bacon in the morning or fresh cut grass?
              The glory of touring the Vatican and walking into St. Peter’s Basilica is impossible to describe- so much gold and precious artwork everywhere. But God does not feel any closer there than He did in a small country church in my childhood with an alto singing too loud (and a little bit flat) two rows behind me while a country preacher brought a sermon to the rhythm of every sister in the small church trying to keep from passing out from the summer heat by furiously fanning with a songbook or church bulletin.
              I’ve gotten to see and do a lot of fancy stuff in my time. Don’t misunderstand me- I’m glad I got to experience those things. But at the end of the day, the real beauty is in the simplest things. After you stand in line for a few hours to see famous paintings at The Louvre or The British Museum you will forever know that you’d rather have one of your grand kids’ school drawings hanging on your refrigerator any day. I wish I could tell twenty somethings not to waste their time and money chasing that fancy life their idols sing about. But you know the deal: them that don’t know don’t know they don’t know.

"One day me, my mom and my grandfather went to 6 Flags. We got to get splashed on the log ride! It was the best day of my life!" Jackson Hillin

Friday, November 16, 2018

Thanksgiving Thoughts


So, about 20 years ago after having had so many upper respiratory things like bronchitis, pneumonia and sinusitis over and over a smart doctor thought I should see a hematologist to try to figure out why. He figured out I had a fairly rare condition called Common Variable Immune Deficiency (CVID). Basically, my body just doesn’t make all the immunoglobulins that a normal person has. So I get a lot of weird infections.
The good news is that people can get infusions of those gamma globulins extracted from donated blood and stand a lot better chance of living a somewhat normal life. So, I go to Vanderbilt Hospital once a month and get a product called Gammunex infused into my blood. It is a simple IV, doesn’t hurt and doesn’t affect me as far as how I feel. It just takes most of one of my days once a month. A small price to pay!
The infusions take place at Vanderbilt in the same suites where I got chemotherapy years ago when I had lymphoma. Every month when I go I sit in the waiting area with patients who are very sick. Some are probably getting some of the last treatment they will ever get. Some are doing clinical trials, having tried conventional chemo and/or radiation and not gotten better. They are often bald, wearing surgical masks to help prevent infections and have dark circles around their hollow eyes. I hurt for them.
To be honest, my reaction is always the same: I feel survivor’s guilt. I secretly don’t want them to know that I made it through what they are fighting and was spared. I want them to think I am one of them, just beginning the journey and not yet to the place where I lost my hair and struggled to find the energy to get up some days.
I not only remember how the chemo poison made me feel. I remember, most of all, wondering if I was getting better or worse. That’s one of the insidious aspects of cancer. It acts so silently.  That’s why you hear about people who have no idea they even have it until they are only a few weeks away from the end.
Today I am very thankful to have gotten better. I am thankful for the medicine I am getting as opposed to what I have gotten here before. I hope many of the lives and families represented in all the rooms around me have much to be thankful for when we all celebrate Thanksgiving.
If you or anyone that really matters to you is fighting that fight now you should know three things: 1) 1 out of 4 people will have cancer in their lifetime now so you are not alone 2) The medicines available are improving every day 3) I am a living testament to the fact that you can get well!
Happy Thanksgiving and I hope everyone eats too much and falls asleep watching a football game along with me.

Tuesday, November 6, 2018

The Book of Nicholas


The Book of Nicholas

In that year was the fullness and the fullness was made known. And the Lord spake and it was so and all did hear His voice and quake at His fury. And the Lord looked down upon His people of crimson and said “Ye have become a haughty people, full of pride and I shall remind ye of who is boss”. And so it was that He raised up those who always wore orange in the north from the hill known as Knox and those in the south who wore orange who lived upon the Plains and especially those in the east who wore red and black in the regions of Athens and He did smite the people of Crimson, for His wrath was great. And their enemies struck down the warrior named Tua Somethingnobodycanpronounce and the others.
And the people of Crimson did cry out with a great voice “Lord! Have we not been thy people and are we not the chosen ones?” And the Lord said “Thy pride hath made thee arrogant and I shall move my will upon Nicholas the Great and cause him to retire”. And the people cried “How? Why would the Great One retire with so many more battles to win and foes to vanquish?” And the Lord said “I shall offer him a lifetime supply of Little Debbies and it shall be so”.
And the Great One did retire and the warriors of crimson were become like empty sheaves and were vanquished by all- even those from the house that Vander built. And their anquish was known far and wide and celebrated by those who opposed them. And the region of their great battlefield did run red with the blood of their warriors. And the Lord saith “Never again must you think you are greater than me!”
And in Heaven at His right hand his beloved one, St. Paul Bear did say “Praise be to You, Lord. He almost made them forget about me”.  So saith the word of the Book of Nicholas and so it is and shall be. And the people said AMEN.