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The Grindstone Can Become Red Hot At Times
By joseexist in Musings On Muses
May 19, 2010

The grindstone can become red hot at times. Such hypothetical radiation keeps us on our toes. Customers come at us from many different angles with many different problems and they all seem to need something as early as yesterday. It’s not unusual for the phone to start ringing long before sunrise. It’s equally not unusual for the phone to keep ringing long after sunset. Into each task we throw our combined years of expertise. We are the ‘team’ to beat. Few have found the resources to match our level of service and commitment.

We are proud of the people we have worked with, and have had the honor of working with, over the years. There are more than a handful of heroes who have left their marks of wisdom on us. Many are gone from this earth but will never be forgotten.

The oil and gas industry lends momentum to many aspects of the tireless engine that we call America. Despite pitfalls and bloodied noses, the products elicited from the earth are still the fodder for the relentless march of progress. Successes, and failures alike, pave the roads of history with individuals of extremely unique character and unmatched fortitude and unwavering resolve.

When it’s time, (and trust me, it rarely is ever time), for me to come up for air, life, love, and music are the things I first breath in. Sitting on the couch or walking thru a mall with Glenda is always time well spent. She has her favorite shows and they always seem to grow on me. She has her favorite stores and I like to watch her shop. I got the life part down I think. The love part falls into place because of the life part, and rather easily. A smile a day makes life worth the effort.

Music is a free range across which my spirit longs to take flight. With music my soul can gallop across infinite plains. With music I can fly to any time or place in the universe. Wherever music takes me, I will always take as much of ‘me’ as I can along. Whatever fits into the mental baggage is always allowed. Life and love compliment the carry-on very well.

There is a feeling of being kindred in the world of music. Whether you’re a super-world-class-act, or a humble near-silent-do-it-yourself-er, music binds people together across race, gender, beliefs, morals, and time. The hallowed halls of super-stardom rang hollow recently with the passing of Ronnie James Dio. In his wake are timeless treasures of music. His fantasy styled lyrics and uniquely powerful voice will live on forever. No one before him ever shook the firmament the way he could with a scream. My breath of music that day was bittersweet. My CD collection has a few good memorial spins waiting my next breath of ‘music’. My focus is sharp. I know exactly where to start. There are ‘muses’ there too.