Well, it’s been a few weeks, and there hasn’t been much to write about until recently… except for the small fact that recording is DONE!!! Wooohoo, and I can’t wait for you guys to hear it. Although I do fear that once in a while I get little-league-parent syndrome. You know, like those parents who are so proud of their little kid and love them so much that they will never actually come to grips with the fact that when their child strikes out for the seventh time in a row, or drops yet another pop fly, that maybe they just aren’t good at baseball. Instead they blame the bat, or the mit, or the coach, or the umpire. I wonder if I ever feel that about the songs… about the record. Well, if you listen to the CD, and you quickly realize that I do have that very same syndrome, then I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t tell me. Thankyou. That is all about that.
Other than finishing up recording there hasn’t been much going until quite recently. After we finished I took a little time off to be home in San Diego, and I literally did nothing. Well, not completely nothing but close to nothing, and I loved it. But still the excitement of the road beckoned and I heeded it’s call. Now I’m back out on the road, actually I’m back in the air to be perfectly honest. Today marks the fourth day of traveling/playing, and I just arrived in Austin, Texas to be apart of a worship conference out here. Yesterday, I played in Boston, the day before I was in Detroit, and tomorrow it’s off to Washington. Needless to say it’s been busy. I must say though that I now have another favorite city on my list of favorite cities. I have been to Boston before, but I didn’t have any time on my previous visit to begin to experience what it really is or what it really has to offer to those who take some time to search it’s old and beautiful streets. I don’t know if it was the weather, or the buildings, or the culture, or the food, or all of the above, I just know that the memory of that day, walking through those streets, will stick with me for quite some time. Maybe forever. My only complaint, and this isn’t for all of you Bostonians, is that you need to lighten up a little bit. No offense, but you guys seemed a little uptight, on edge, or something lke that, and maybe you could just take some time to relax, thats all I’m saying.
Anyways, gotta go get a soundcheck now. Until next time,
-phil

C= I miss you all, but I really wanted my next post to include a little studio video that me and my buddy Brody put together (actually it was mostly Brody), but I have yet to be stationary for a long enough period of time to upload the quirky little thing on youtube.
“Lame excuse,” you say back to me. Well, lame or not it’s true. With all the airports, houses, and hotels I’ve been in over the past week and a half there has yet to be any internet for my blog-happy computer to log onto. Or, if there has been, it’s been in short five to ten minute increments, barely long enough to watch bloopers of the office on youtube let alone upload an action packed studio vid myself.
So sorry for the feeling of neglect I have inspired in your kind little hearts. It has not been purposeful whatsoever. I feel like a soldier who’s been away on the battlefield writing back to his most beloved family. Speaking of battlefields… and war… and… countries…and freedom… and independence…and stuff. Today is…
THE 4TH OF JULY!!!! YAY!
Fireworks, flags, fun, and red sunglasses.

I hope yours is as fun as mine.

P.S. If you have no idea what that “C=…” thing means at the beginning of this blog then read the comments on the last blog called “Home”.
I love you
-phil

HOME

Come riding on a rushing wind
Blow through our hair and touch our skin
I want to feel you now like I felt you then

Strip away my calloused heart
Set your arrow hit your mark
Bring me back to where love starts
Bring me back to where you are

Father I am running Father I’m coming home
cuz I cannot go on
Your child is running, your child is coming home
Back where I belong

I know you’ve heard this all before
When I’m down and crying on the floor
Saying I want you and nothing more

But I’m breaking in my heart tonight
I’ve tried to stand I’ve tried to fight
But cannot see without your light
No cannot breathe without you

Father I am running Father I’m coming home
cuz I cannot go on
Your child is running, your child is coming home
Back where I belong

When I saw you I was ashamed
You were pure and I was stained
But you ran to me and you called my name
There were tears of joy upon your face

Father I am running Father I’m coming home
cuz I cannot go on
Your child is running, your child is coming home
Back where I belong

Check out the story behind the song below.

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On the outskirts of downtown Nashville, where Lafayette, Ewing, and 6th come to a head, there is a small bit of earth and grass upon which lies a church that is older than my Father, and his Father before him, and even his Father before him. For well over a century the good people of Nashtown have heard the Sunday bells ring as they swing from their perch inside this very church’s high, humble tower. Only the good Lord knows how many faithful hearts have passed in and out of that stone doorway, how many tired knees have knelt upon that hard ground, how many thankful lips have welcomed the elements of communion.
But presently, Wednesday at 1:17 pm to be exact, the gates are closed and it is empty. Today I would like to draw your attention to just around the corner. Nestled up closely to the south end of the grassy lot there is a white house, with a red roof, and aqua windows that is most definitely not empty at the moment. There is a line of people bursting out of the front door who’s eye’s are so focused and jaws so clenched that any on-looker could see that they want whatever is inside that aqua door. See, this house is not just any house, it’s a dog house… a hot dog house, hot DIGGITY dog house, and right now it’s the lunch hour.

So I jump out of my car and join the hungry ranks. I can’t wait to place my order. I can’t wait to taste that dog. Before I even have a chance to enter I am welcomed with a happy sight. A cowboy hot dog and a cowgirl hot dog with lovely dark hair are having the time of their lives doing some kind of square dance in the sign above. They look happy, they must of had a bite of themselves already.

Though the line was long I got my food fast, and in a few minutes it was gone, and I was satisfied. I was more than satisfied, I was happy. I felt like putting a cowboy hat on as well and doing a little jig myself. I would have for another one of those dogs. Now, I hesitate to describe the actual hot dog to you because I feel I would fail in the attempt. Let me just say that I’m not much of a hot dog lover, but these hot dogs were good, and I’ll leave it at that.
While exiting this high class establishment the owner, manager, mustard sauce applicater, and over all hot dog socialite yelled to me and my band of friends, “TELL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT US, TELL EVERYONE YOU KNOW.”
When I heard her say this my mind started to reel. I immediately thought about this blog. I thought about you my readers… my friends. So before I left I grabbed a quick picture with the staff just so I could prove to all of you reading this that the hot diggity dog is hot diggity legit.

Until next time,
your friend,
-phil

P.S. If you’re in a band and looking for a good bass player the one who’s rocking the horn sign says she has a hot Gibson bass and is not afraid to wield it.

P.S.S. I hadn’t realized my V-neck was so deep. I’l remember to button up next time.