THOUGHTS AT THREE A.M.

A PERSONS THOUGHTS WHEN ACCUSED OF DOING SOMETHING WRONG!

Well, ideally, when I have done something wrong, I am the first one to own up to it. Life is too short to go around with guilt,unconfessed. I say, I did it, I am sorry, this is why,and offer my apologies,and/or reparations. If I know I did it, I don't wait to be accused. However, on the other hand, when I am accused of something of which I am not guilty, I try to explain the mix-up or misunderstanding,which is all it usually is. Sometimes this is all that is necessary, but not always. I can recall instances when I was caught in a situation that looked, or sounded really bad, and I thought, my Goodness! I didn't mean it that way! How do I explain my point of view? I spend a lot of time, looking at the whole situation from different perspectives,and try to think of ways to help that accuser to see it from  my point of view. This can get really sticky, particularly if the person doing the accusing is the only other person who was in a position to have actually done the deed themselves! If the person is like me,and thinks on several different levels at the same time,then at the same time they are being logical and reasoning it out to find an adequate explanation, they might also be thinking, how can someone think that of me? If they know me at all, then they have to know that I would never intentionally try to hurt someones feelings, or try to do damage to them! At the same time, I am distracted, on another level, thinking, what are my family and friends going to think if they hear about this? Will they believe me,and stand by me, or will they turn their back on me,and take the other persons side?

I believe it is this multi-level reaction that causes persons accused of something to be confused. So many thoughts coursing through one's brain has a tendency to make them go into "shock " and it takes a while for the human brain to sort out all of the emotional  response, from the true facts of the case,so that there can be an intelligible,effective statement made of their part in the whole affair. This is why sometimes you will hear of someone accused of a crime, let's say, who has nothing to say! They have been stunned into silence! And little wonder! When you go from, "Who took the last pecan Sandie?" to "Did you shoot your wife?" there is a whole lot more at stake,and therefore, a whole lot more going on in their heads, with far greater ramifications,should they be guilty of the former, but not of the latter, they have to be careful not to blurt out " I did it!" meaning the cookie, when being asked about the wife! Which brings me back to my original point. Should the man be constantly hiding little secrets, which translate into large guilt, then who knows what is going to fly out of his mouth when there is so much piled up on his conscience? So, it is best to unburden yourself as soon as possible when you do make a mistake, than to clog up your faculties with unconfessed no-no's. That leaves a whole lot more room in your thought processes to deal with serious problems, and also relieves some of the confusion one experiences when dealing with unfounded accusations.

Last of all, Panic. Everyone goes through Panic to a certain degree when they are accused of anything, regardless of whether it is true or not, depending on how serious the charge. This can be a persons undoing. Panic makes everything, no matter how insignificant, blow up out of proportion. Now, I have to correct myself here, because it isn't just panic, it's flight-panic. This is an instinctive reaction to a threat, which, if the person has little self-control, and a tendency to over-react,will be a persons first response to any emergency,but only because it is  triggered by absence of thought. Whether or not the person will follow that instinct, is determined by how quickly they are able to haul back on that urge to run, in favor of calm determination of how serious the situation is, and what can be done about their defense, and if it is necessary. Sometimes, the charge is so ludicrous, as to put doubt into others minds as to the innocence of the person, because they were too quick to defend themselves! The truth is, sometimes the best defense against an unfair accusation is, nothing at all.

OUI?

PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!

Plagiarism! The very word all by itself makes me want to grind my teeth! How anybody could want to be considered a writer, and then turn around and steal another persons work, without all that goes into creating something on their own just really gets me all worked up. I don't suppose it would bother me so much, had it not happened to me already, that I know of, at least twice.The first instance was done to me by a girl I knew in collage,whom I thought was my friend. She read a poem I wrote, that came out of much anguish and pain, and angst, and a while later, she had published it in, of all places, the personals section of the paper, looking for a guy to date! I mean, at the time she read it, she said she thought it was very good, but I had no idea that meant she wanted to use it, and call it her own! Oh...that reminds me. This same girl also used my essay on the story, "The Yellow Wallpaper" for one of her classes, but it really didn't sink in at the time that she had done so. That little nugget didn't come out until the end of the year, and by that time, she had already quit school. Another of our classmates and I were wondering why she had quit, and told me how wonderful she thought this girl's essay was, and  as she went on about it, I realized the work she was talking about was mine! So, that's three times! But, of course, I didn't say or do anything about it, because by that time, my claiming the paper to me mine would have sounded like sour grapes. But that is when I became a whole lot less open about sharing my work with my friends, but I still had something to learn about submitting manuscripts. My very first full length novel was accepted for publication, and I had it and the contract locked up in my desk,and someone came along and stole the whole thing, desk and all. Fortunately, it didn't show up in book form. No. It was not published as a novel. Instead, I recognized it when it showed up on television,as a long running and very popular sit-com! Again, I won't call the name of it, because again, sour grapes, but you would recognize it if I did. So, we have to protect ourselves and be careful who we submit to, and who we share our work with. But, I guess that is one reason why I enjoy blogging so much. No body can predict what I am going to say, or steal what I have written, because  I have my work so well documented, on line. And woe to the nincompoop who tries to put their name on my work from now on. I keep copies of everything I have ever written, and every book I write, I send original copies to myself, and leave them sealed, under lock and key, just in case, these things should fall into the wrong hands again.

Thou art not dealing with a stupid Genie!...Oops!

OUI?

LYRICS TO:"THE SONG OF INDIA" AS SUNG BY MARIO LANZA

(If you hear this backed up by a full choir, doing all the, "oohhh's" and" OOOO's" following the melody, and sung with the power of Mario Lanza, I guarantee you will have goosebumps!) I have underlined the words he really belts out loudly...

And still the snowy Himalayas rise, an ancient majesty before our eyes,

Beyond the plains- above the pines.

While through the ever-never changing land, as silently as any native band-

that moves at night, the Ganges shines-

Then I hear the song that only India can sing!

Softer than the plumage on a black ravens wing-

High upon a minaret I stand-and gaze across the desert sand,

upon an old enchanted land- There's a maharajah's caravan,

unfolding like a painted fan- how small the little race of man,

See them all parade across the ages!

All these Kings and slaves,from histories pages-

played  on one of natures vastest stages-

The turbaned  sheiks and beggars line the streets-

while holy men in shadowed calm retreats- pray through the night-

and watch the stars-

A lonely plane flies off to meet the dawn-

while down below, the busy life goes on-

and women crowd the old Bazaars-

All are in the song, that only India can sing!

All: India the Jewel of the East!!

Beautiful.

OUI?

POLICE OFFICER IS PROTECTED, FROM ATTEMPTED MURDER!!

It was officer Chris Outlaw's night off,and he stopped at Wendy's  to eat, when he saw a wanted man. Sixteen year old Johnathan Owens, who was supposed to be under house arrest with an ankle bracelet, was out, without the monitor. I don't know if Officer Outlaw was aware  that this was a repeat offender, but just the fact that he knew him on sight, is a real good indication that they might have run into one another before. Anyway, Chis identified himself as a police officer,and Owens ran, and the officer gave chase. Across the street Owens ran, and into a parking lot, and then abruptly turned around, and produced a gun, pointed it at the officer,and then, squeezed the trigger,but nothing happened, so he tried it again, and again, the gun would not fire. By this time, Officer Chris Outlaw was able to take the young offender into custody. Not only for the original offence of being out without the ankle monitor while under house arrest, but now, also, for attempted murder of a police officer! The whole story beggars investigation, as to why an operational firearm, fully loaded, did not fire. Our local news reporters seem to think the whole thing boils down to one unalterable fact.  That being, Officer Chris Outlaw, is a local hero, giving of his off duty hours to mentor youths in the area schools and playground programs, to keep kids from going the same way Johnathan Owens has gone. And, that being the case, someone has been protecting him, so that he can continue all his good work.

Mr. Owens is being held  for attempted murder on a Million dollars bond.

OUI?

"BEYOND THE SEA": A MOVIE REVIEW!

Otherwise known as the " Bobby Darin story", I looked forward to seeing this movie with great anticipation. Not only because I enjoyed his music and singing, and I thought he was cute,but because as a couple Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee were so cute together. On their own, they both had very wonderful careers, but when they did a movie together, it was an event for all of their fans, myself included, because when they were on screen together, the chemistry between them was so strong, you knew they were in love.Both of them looked at  each other in that very special way that can't be faked for long. Actors and Actresses may be able to give the proper emphasis to certain lines, but the look in the eyes tells the true story.

So, when Yon son brought me the DVD, I was ecstatic,and immediately popped it into the player. I liked the music very much. Kevin Spacey did a wonderful job of capturing Bobby's style and even managed to sound a lot like Bobby, but I knew it wasn't Bobby Darin singing, so I was disappointed over that. I was also vastly annoyed that the make-up department saw fit to go overboard on making Kevin's nose more like Bobby's,and then did nothing to gloss over the lines in his face that Darin didn't have. Don't get me wrong, there is nothing wrong with Kevin Spacey's face,as a rule, but when you are trying so hard to become someone else, a glaring flaw like that should not be overlooked. Yet, according to the critics, Kevin did a wonderful job of being the dazzling Mr. Darin! So much so, that he was a golden globe award nominee for best actor. And yet, when it came time to introduce Sandra Dee, who turned out to be the love of his life,the casting director chose Kate Bosworth to represent her. They didn't bother to even try to find a young lady whose look and ways were even close to Sandra Dee. Instead, they chose a blonde girl who could stand there and say the lines. To be fair, she did an adequate job of doing just that, but I kept watching in fascination, hoping that somewhere along the way, this girl would blossom,and it just didn't happen. Her hair was all wrong, it was too brassy and too long, and yes, those are just superficial differences, but come on, they could easily have changed those things! But, her delivery and voice were all wrong, and in the first few seconds of her exchange with Bobby on the screen, all I could do was say, that is not Sandra Dee! No way, shape or form of her could possibly be construed as Sandra Dee. I already mentioned the hair, but barring that, this girl was too big to be Sandra.Too tall, too big boned, with a huge mouth, and great big square teeth, which she displayed often in open mouthed smiles,and underneath that mouth, dead center, was a mole that they couldn't cover up. Altogether, this told me they had no intention of even creating the illusion that this girl was Sandra Dee. Sandra Dee, was and is, tiny, with a delicate ethereal look about her, whose smile, tho sweet, was generally a closed mouth smile,and usually accompanied by shy downcast eyes,and a fluttering of lids. Her voice was soft and had a naturally sweet timber to it, that, had this girl spent just one day studying her, she would have played the part, with any luck at all, completely differently. But to me, the worst part of all was that when it came time to mention the two movies Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee did together, which should have been a very happy point in their lives together, and at least a glimpse of the amusing work they did in tandem, it was glossed over with just a voice over of Kevin Spacey, saying that they did two movies together, and they weren't much. Weren't much? HUH? They were very popular with their fans! We loved them,and wanted more!

In closing, all I can say is, Kevin Spacey did an adequate job of recreating Bobby Darin, and obviously worked hard to do justice to the soundtrack. He sang "Splish-splash","Beyond the sea", and "Mack the knife" very well,but I thought they put "Dream lover" in there just as an afterthought, so all in all, If you're a fan, you will enjoy most of the music,as well as the big production number for "Beyond the Sea" Which I have to admit was very well done! And, if you have never seen or heard of Bobby Darin and Sandra Dee before, then this is almost a good introduction to them and to Bobby's music. But, if my review has made you curious about Sandra Dee, then go out and find a copy of " If a Man Answers"...You'll love it!

OUI?

OUT OF THE ABUNDANCE OF THE HEART, THE MOUTH SPEAKS!

Oh! It has been a day! My, my, my, where to begin? Praise and Worship to the Lamb forever! My heart just sings still, and I know this grin will be on my face for a while,and I can see the glory on each dear face, and still hear the rush of angels wings,even though church ended over an hour ago! It was amazing to sit under a preacher who is advanced in age,and yet, can righteously preach of one of the great prophets of old,and bring him to life before your very eyes,and make those words you have read so many times reverberate in your mind,and that's just when he's getting started! He preached for over an hour,and it just flowed, like a river out of his soul! Without notes, or cue cards,using only the bible on the pulpit, or carrying it around with him, he takes us on a journey back over 2000 years,and thousands of miles, quoting the apt scripture just at the right time, word for word, without fumbling around looking for it, or using a bookmark to read it to us....but giving us chapter and verse, so we can look it up later. He spoke today of Elijah,Elisha, and God and the double portion. We laughed, we shouted, we thrilled as our preacher instructed the musicians to duplicate the striking of the arrows on the ground,  with their instruments! And then he says, Well, you say, why are you doing that? And immediately he responds, I'm doing that because...and he's off again, making yet another point,weaving an intricate fabric in your heart and mind of a tapestry so beautiful,that once he has again tied it to the cross of Christ, there is no need of an altar call, yet he makes that call anyway, as people come streaming down the aisles,half of which are falling at the feet of the world's redeemer,and the other half are on their feet, with their hands in the air, worshiping and praising God,and the fire falls!...and we went out singing "he set me free, yes he set me free,Glory to God he set me free!"

Whew! I am still so excited, I can't hardly wait until tonight to be in the evening service...and yet,I have got to get some sleep. But I'm not worried about it. I am sure that almost as soon as my head hits that pillow, I will be sound asleep,and wake up in plenty of time to do all that must be done, and be in church on time. I just give it to God,and he takes care of those things for me. After all. That's the kind of God that I serve!

It is much later now. The evening service is over, so I thought I would do a follow-up. The Lord did indeed do just as I expected. I fell asleep fast,and woke in plenty of time for church,which was also a little bit of heaven, preached by another man, who is also spirit led,and filled, and has a heavy anointing,and it was a great blessing to me,and also to Yon son...but I felt there was more needed to be said about this morning's experience, so that you understand that my statement of how I would trust in the Lord to see to it that I would get some sleep,and wake in plenty of time for the evening service wasn't a prediction, nor was it presumptuousness. No, it was based on the precept that what God has done for us in the past, he will do again. I shall briefly explain. Yesterday was just so strange, that for a variety of reasons, I did not get my evening nap,and yet stayed up all night long, having lost track of time until I heard Yon son coming through the door. It was at that moment, I realized I had set myself up for difficulty. I am no longer young, strong, and healthy enough to stay up all night,and make it through morning church services. If I have any wisdom at all, it begins with knowing my own limitations. I know that once I have my breakfast,and take my morning medications, and I have been awake for 12 hours, I won't be making it much past 13,and 14 hours would be really pushing it. However, I also know something else about myself. With the water pills I am taking, I rarely sleep more than three hours, before I have to get up, at least long enough to visit Mrs. Murphy. So, I knew if I had a very abbreviated breakfast, and chugged my pills and coffee, I could be in bed by eight, which would put me back up around 11,just in time to tune in, to see  and hear Jimmy preach...and that is exactly what happened! Praise the Lord!

OUI?

A PERSONAL REVELATION: WHY I HAVE NO GRANDCHILDREN...

Few know this about me, but I am about to reveal it now. I have always looked forward with great anticipation for the day, when I would be blessed with a grandchild. Yon son knows this, and he too, wants more than anything to be a father.Not just to please me, but because he loves children, and has no way to interact with children, in the present day climate.It is a grief that we rarely speak of, since it is so strong. For years, I have sought the Lord on this, and there seemed to be no answer,until one night, I was given a dream.I cannot recount the dream, exactly, but at the ending of it, the Lord dropped this into my heart." The more children you love, the more woes you will endure." I wondered about this for a long while,and then, accepted what the Lord had said, even yet, still wanting those grandbabies. And, frankly, I haven't thought about the dream, or the Father's words for a long time, until tonight.That said, I have this friend. She is a wonderful,loving person, and she has a daughter who has had no problem producing a lovely healthy family. She has six children, and was the sweetest, nicest little wife and mother that you ever saw. Her home was always clean and well ordered, her children clean and well fed. That lovely young woman could do it all, and I was so happy for my friend that she was so blessed.It was never any surprise to me that every get-together and phone conversation was well peppered with references to her daughter,and the delights of the growth and achievements of her grandchildren. I expected to hear about how big they were getting, how clever they were, and smart and pretty and wonderful...and how grand it all was to have a big family Christmas with everybody there at my friend's house...and if I allowed myself to go there, on occasion, very briefly, I experienced pangs of envy. I would sit in my nice quiet kitchen, watching the snow fall outside my window, alone on Christmas day,(for of course Yon son always has to work on every holiday) thinking of times past with my own family, with all the uproar and confusion, and singing and gift giving,the colorful packages and the fun of trimming a big tree, and wonder why. What went wrong that I had no big surging family to spoil? I never said anything to anyone about it, for it would only hurt Yon son, who always spoiled me rotten on every holiday, and still does. And, I certainly would never let a word pass  my lips to my friend of how I felt, because that would only inhibit her joyful expressions of a wonderful life. Why shouldn't she brag and go on and on about her family? In her place, I probably would do the same thing...unless I knew how another person might hurt over it. So, I bit my lip, and swallowed my envious thoughts,and forgot about it. Over the years, our trees have gotten smaller, and our decorations for Christmas have become less festive, but we always kept the day as best we could, exchanged presents,and sang carols,and watched all the movies, baked cookies, and cooked a wonderful dinner, and ignored the fact that there were no little tots to enjoy the day with. No curly haired babies to tuck in and read stories to, no Lionel trains or pretty dolls under the tree.

But, over the years, other changes have come about, with my friend too. Her daughter has changed husbands...three times. She got jobs and hired babysitters,and found reasons to be away from home,and suddenly, the house wasn't so clean, and neither were the children. Holidays have come and gone, and several of them, my friend has spent wondering where her daughter,and her grandchildren were. Why her daughter wasn't calling her, or coming around. My friend has a heart condition now,and can no longer maintain her own house, so there is no room for big trees, and no room for the whole family to gather there, either. Every birthday of one of her grandchildren that comes up, she wonders why she can't see that little tyke.

While on the phone with my friend tonight, she told me of her anxiousness over her grand kids, and how the doctor has warned her not to keep stressing over these things, because it just makes her heart condition worse. What she really can't understand is the way her daughter has given custody of all six children to their fathers,and is currently off running the streets in another state, doing God knows what, with God knows who,and the two step-mothers of my friends grand kids say they want her involved in the children's lives, but when the time comes for them to pick her up so she can be at the birthday party, or just a nice family dinner, they leave her hanging,and don't even pick up the phone and tell her they changed their minds, or can't come or whatever has changed the plans.Obviously, there isn't anything I can really do to help my friend's situation. All I can do, is listen, and sympathize, and try to give her what little support and solace there is in that.But, as I told her how sorry I was that she had been dropped on being with that dear little one on her birthday, it hit me. This is what God was trying to tell me, all those years ago. Now that I have gone on, and put my energies in other things, and gotten closer to the Lord....Now that Yon son is happy with his wife and his life as it is, and has the garden and his singing, and his job,and has also experienced spiritual growth,it is now clear to me that the Lord, in his wisdom, knew what might have happened....what was going to happen to my friend,and that I might very well have been in the same position,and how much worse it would be for me to be torn apart by not being able to see my grandchildren, just as my friend is being torn apart. Imagine having six little precious treasures out there, living with people you barely know, who are part of you,and you have absolutely nothing to say or do about what happens to them.

I grieve for my friend. I grieve for my friend's daughter, who will wake up some day and realize what she has thrown away, and want back, and there will be no way she can get them back.

But most of all, I thank God that he spared me, and Yon son that almost unbearable pain,and that he saw fit to give me that word so long ago, to let me know he was not withholding a blessing,but that the withholding, was a blessing in itself.

Praise be the name of the Lord.

OUI?

SOME PEOPLE JUST CHOOSE TO MISUNDERSTAND...

Was it ever thus? I don't know. With some, no matter what you come out with, they seem to totally be on the same wavelength,and get the picture completely when you have a skewed perception,or just a wild eye,and can instantly set you straight on things. Others can't seem to see beyond their own viewpoint,and no matter what you say, once they allow that you have been offensive,will ride that dead horse right down into the ground. Or, perhaps it is just as simple as some people have read my blogs for quite some time,and know that I am a loving, but opinionated Christian who pulls no punches, and if you ask me, I will tell you the honest to God truth as I see it, in the nicest way possible. And others, just coming into my site just lately, don't know me from a hill of beans,and choose to make assumptions based on very little acquaintance, and assume too much. They somehow make the leap that when I get on my soapbox, or go off on a rant, that this is the way I am all the time,when in actuality, nothing could be further from the truth. And yet, these are the same individuals who would no more leave a comment on my blog than they would think of flying to the moon. No. They would rather send me an email, berating me, than allow me to defend myself,or to set them straight on their misinterpretation of my words. See, they don't know, nor do they care, that I used to be an explosive person, easily angered,and would set you straight instantly,not caring if you took offense or not,but through it all, I rarely ever used profanity or vulgarity. Not never, but rarely. However. Since I have been saved,I am truly a new creature, thank God, and in the years since then, I can number on the fingers of one hand the number of times I have lost my temper! Until, someone pushes my buttons. Even then, praise the Lord, I still manage to maintain a sense of dignity and decorum, that is all of HIM, and none of me. I am not given to sarcasm, or divisiveness,generally, even when I feel I have been set up, or backed into a corner. And, sometimes, I may revert to that old explosive nature, very briefly, until the high sheriff of heaven taps me on the shoulder, and says," Now, just a durn minute here...!" And reminds me that God loves them, just as much as he loves me...and I repent,and forgive,and forgive,and forgive.But. There is one thing I shall always take exception to, and it is this. When some preacher/pastor/Reverend/,supposedly under the anointing of the Holy Spirit says to me, not every Christian meeting has to culminate in an altar call, WHEEDLING sinners into saying the sinners prayer! Since when is an altar call, allowing the convicting power of the Holy Spirit to bring a lost soul from darkness into light, Wheedling? Now, this is a pastor! Well, if the purpose of the meeting isn't  to bring you closer to the lord, then what in the round world are you doing there then? If not to fill the altars and pray through, confess your sins to the Lord,and receive blessings from him, then it's just another club where you rub shoulders with other men and women, just for fellowship,and that's not a church that will see the moving and the operation of the Holy Spirit,where lives are changed, souls are saved and every time the doors are opened the congregation hurries in with praise on their lips and worship in their hearts.

I don't know about you, but when I go to church I want to hear preaching from a man fresh from the prayer closet, and on fire for God, who will open up the word,and help me to understand it better than I can just reading it for myself. A man whose willing to go back into the Greek text, and bring out things that puts it into perspective for me, explaining things that the men who wrote them knew, that we don't have available to us today, that during their times, was a part of everyday life.The churches that say, Paul wrote to, knew these things, and he didn't have to explain them to them, but we need explained to us. This is the sort of thing that makes a preacher exciting to listen to, and makes his message thrilling to a persons soul,because you know, that this is a message just for you, from God.

I am so grateful to God that he led me to my church, because, in my search for him, I have spent way too much time in dead churches, being preached to by dead preachers, preaching dead sermons written by " professionals" who knew how to manipulate scripture, but had no clue as to the office of the Holy Spirit, or of being led by the Spirit. And, I feel led of the Lord, I believe, to say it is my prayer for everyone who reads this, that they soon find just such a church as I have found, and that they are saved,or soon will be saved.

Thank you Father!

OUI?   

LYRICS TO: FATHER,JESUS AND HOLY SPIRIT, AS SUNG BY JIMMY SWAGGART

Father! Faaaa-ther..Faaaaaa-ther...

.Jesus! Jeeee-sus. Jeeeeee-sus...

Spirit!  Oh!Holy Spiiii-rit. Spiiiiiii-rit....

Come now holy Spirit, flow over my soul. Let your living waters come and take control-

Of every situation that has troubled my mind-

take me in your loving arms and make me whole-

wipe away all doubt and fear and please, take my pride!

Hold me in your love, and keep me by your side!

Sing to the Father!

Father! Faaa-ther! Faaaaa-ther!

Jesus! Jeee-sus...Jeeee-sus!

Oh, Holy spirit!

Spirit! Spiiii-rit. Spiiiii-rit....

Let your living waters, flow over my soul.....

OUI?

AMERICAN IDOL WINNER, TAYLOR HICKS,ON JAY LENO'S SHOW!!

Thursday night, May 25th, we finally got to see who it was everyone was talking about, on the Tonight show.He came out like he's already a star, singing one of Elvis' tunes,and danced his way across the stage.What a charmer! He's got a great voice, and quite a way about him. Naturally, I was a little surprised at his look, because of his hair....it makes him look a bit older than 29...but then, with men, that doesn't really matter, does it? I was astonished how much he actually resembled Jay.The hair thing, again. It's nice to see that this American Idol is such a personable fellow. He seems very down-to-earth,with great stage presence,an all around likeable guy. I do think he will go far, with no illusions of being more than he is, but just hope he stays as nice as he seems. I understand that he has been working for his big break for a long time,and that is the sort of staying power a real performer needs,to avoid being a flash in the pan.So often, a new up and comer gets a swelled head,and begins to throw some non-existent weight around, before they are established well enough to back it up. Let's hope that he is not of that variety, because it would be too bad to see him sink into oblivion, just as quickly as he hit paydirt, only because he was his own worst enemy.

OUI?