tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-369772952011-07-30T15:46:10.671-06:00For the literally tens of followers of the ramblings of Rick Trice, a guitar slinger / preacher, in his ongoing quest to "wake up" and "Flee the Matrix"...Tunesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05102745943304010292noreply@blogger.comBlogger101100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36977295.post-44320276600590356562010-06-11T14:01:00.002-06:002010-06-11T14:13:12.400-06:00

It will soon be ten years that my father, Calvin Rudolph Trice, passed from this world. I thought I would share some of my favorite sayings of his that illuminate (at least for me) the person that he was. (I don't know how many of these were "original" to him, but they are still good ones):"Better to keep your mouth shut and be thought a fool, than to open it and remove all doubt.""If I rest, I

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Hall of MirrorsThe World’s A Dim-Lit Hall Of Mirrors With No End In SightI’m Shocked At What I See, I Am Deformed It Don’t Look RightI Stumble Blindly Through This Darkness, I Can See No LightI Cannot Comprehend Or Understand What I’ve BecomeI Do Not Recognize This Old Man’s Face, My Years Are GoneI Cannot Move As I Once Did, Though I Still Turn And RunI Was The One Who Let Them Drive The Nails

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“Why? Oh, why did he have to do this to himself?” the anguished cry came sobbing through hands covering the woman’s face, beseeching no one in particular…indeed, no one had the answer.The experience had begun 45 minutes earlier. I had just arrived home for a quick lunch, and was just about to sit down to eat, when the phone rang. It was a friend of mine, an officer with the state police. “I

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(The Fireballs - 8/21/08; l to r: Ron Cardenas, George Tomsco, Rick Trice, Stan Lark) What a Party! Had a blast subbing for the Fireballs' drummer when they played a concert at the Roosevelt County Fair (Portales, NM). Played a two hour set with them. Probably the most focused and intense drumming I've ever done, playing with these long time pros! I was sweating bullets. Great learning

Tunesmithhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05102745943304010292noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-36977295.post-22575627531398849792008-07-25T11:03:00.000-06:002008-07-29T21:28:29.873-06:00

Okay, so I know it's been a terribly long time since I've added to the blog-o-sphere. So wag your fingers and cluck your tongues, if you will, but I'm back to try it again. And I suppose any excuse will do. I think I've maybe grown just a little ambivalent toward this whole "blog thing." At worst it's a little presumptuous to think anyone else really cares what I think; and at best, I suppose

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Here's a gig I did outside the Enhanted Grounds coffee shop in Raton, owned by some friends of ours. They graciously asked me to come play some of my songs, which I did. You can see for yourself how everyone has to be a little critical, even if you're the performer's granddaughter. (The other one is my daughter Jillian, who was helping me with a couple of harmonies.) And last, but not least, my

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Here's a better photo of my son Nathan and his wife, Mindy. They are both school teachers and totally devoted to each other. We've always thought it would take one real special person to lasso Nathan, and we were correct.

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Last week, a few of the clan met in Hobbs, NM, for a long -awaited family reunion. It was nice to see my Dad's remaining brother and sister (out of seven originally), and a few cousins I hadn't seen in years (not to mention oodles and scads of great nieces and nephews, or whatever the orrect nomenclature is for the little urchins). And as you can see, whenever my brother and sister and I are

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Today I called in sick. Just to. I work in an office all week long, middle management stuff, and then work at home on the weekends on recording projects, music, sermons, preaching, plus trying to maintain the semblance of a relationship with my dear wife. Sometimes I need a "down" day, just to totally unplug and do nothing.Today was such a day. Sounds decadent, doesn't it? I'm not proud of it.

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Good Evening! Welcome to my new blog. I've never done this before, so bear with me. I am the TuneSmith, and am in awe of the Creation, the Creator, and the Creative ability that leaks out of us at times. As this is somewhat of a test of my new blog, I will cut it short for now, and play around with this thing awhile. S'more later.TS

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