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Hi there! I’m a bike messenger by day, aspiring actor by night, and this is my website. I live in Los Angeles, have a great dog named Jack, and I like piña coladas. (And gettin’ caught in the rain.)

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The XYZ Doohickey Company was founded in 1971, and has been providing quality doohickeys to the public ever since. Located in Gotham City, XYZ employs over 2,000 people and does all kinds of awesome things for the Gotham community.

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48 YEARS AFTER MEL STREET PASSED AWAY, THE WORLD STILL CAN’T EXPLAIN HOW A MAN DIED ON HIS BIRTHDAY — AND A SONG CALLED “JUST HANGIN’ ON” ENTERED THE CHARTS ON THE EXACT SAME DAY. October 21, 1978. Mel Street’s birthday. He was supposed to walk into the studio that morning and finish his first Mercury Records album. The contract that was going to change everything. He never made it. That same day, Billboard’s country chart updated. A new entry appeared: “Just Hangin’ On” — by Mel Street. Nobody at the label planned that title. Nobody picked that date. The music industry doesn’t schedule irony. It just happens. Four more singles charted after he was gone. One climbed to number 17. His greatest hits album sold 400,000 copies. And when they held his funeral, the man who walked to the mic and sang “Amazing Grace” was George Jones — the very voice Mel had spent his whole life trying to be worthy of. The charts moved on. Nashville moved on. But that date never moved. October 21st — the day country music received a voice, released a song, and lost them both. Some titles are chosen. Some are given. And some arrive on the worst possible day, saying the one thing nobody had the courage to say out loud.

17 YEARS AFTER VERN GOSDIN PASSED AWAY, THE VOICE THAT STARTED IN A SMALL ALABAMA CHURCH IS STILL THE ONE NASHVILLE CAN’T REPLACE — AND STILL HASN’T FULLY HONORED. Bethel East Baptist Church. Woodland, Alabama. A boy sang gospel while his mother played piano on a wooden bench. No microphone. No stage lights. Just a voice learning how to make people feel every word. That voice grew up to be called “The Voice.” Tammy Wynette said he was the only country singer who could stand beside George Jones. Emmylou Harris sang harmony on his records. Josh Turner later placed him among his country heroes. Vern Gosdin didn’t just sing country music. He made every lyric sound lived in. He gave country 19 Top 10 solo hits. He won CMA Song of the Year in 1989 with “Chiseled in Stone.” And he shaped singers who understood that pain, when sung honestly, doesn’t need to be loud. But here is what should still bother Nashville. Nashville Songwriters Hall of Fame? Yes, in 2017. Country Music Hall of Fame? Still nothing. The same town that keeps calling him “The Voice” still hasn’t put his name on the wall. Some legacies are chiseled in stone. This one is still waiting for the chisel.

6 YEARS AFTER CHARLEY PRIDE PASSED AWAY, HIS GREATEST INHERITANCE WASN’T WRITTEN IN A WILL — IT WAS HIDDEN IN DION’S HANDS. December 12, 2020. COVID-19 complications. Charley Pride was gone at 86. One month earlier, he stood on the CMA Awards stage and sang “Kiss an Angel Good Mornin'” for the last time. Lifetime Achievement Award in hand. The whole room on their feet. Nobody knew they were watching a goodbye. He left behind 3 Grammys. 29 number ones. A Country Music Hall of Fame plaque. The title of being the first Black superstar in country music — in an era when some radio stations refused to show his photo so audiences wouldn’t know his skin color. But none of that is what Dion inherited. Dion Pride picked up a guitar at 5. Piano at 8. Drums at 10. Bass at 12. By 14, he was on stage. He didn’t learn music in a classroom — he learned it by standing next to his father for over two decades, playing lead guitar and keyboards in the Pridesman band, opening shows, touring the world. He co-wrote “I Miss My Home” — good enough for Charley to record it on his 2011 album Choices. He performed for American troops on USO tours in Panama, Honduras, Guantanamo Bay. He didn’t just carry the name. He carried the instruments, the stage, the setlist, the crowd. “I never got tired of hearing my dad’s voice,” Dion once said. “Never got tired of hearing his voice.” After Charley died, Dion’s first show back nearly broke him. He spent the first three songs crying on stage. But by the second show that night, something shifted. It became a celebration — not a funeral. Now Dion tours with “A Tribute to Charley Pride” — singing “Kiss an Angel Good Mornin’,” “Is Anybody Goin’ to San Antonio,” and “Mountain of Love” on the same Grand Ole Opry stage where his father once owned Dressing Room #1 — the room reserved only for country music royalty. Some people told him he should sound more like his dad. He refused. “I think I would be doing a disservice to him and it would not be honest to try to duplicate what he’s done. There is only one Charley Pride.” He’s not a copy. He’s a continuation. The trophies collect dust. The plaques hang still. But those hands — the ones that learned guitar, piano, drums, and bass just by standing close enough to greatness — they’re still playing. Some fathers leave fortunes. Charley Pride left frequencies — and a son who still tunes in every night. If you could only leave ONE thing for your children — a million dollars or your passion — which would you choose?

IN APRIL 2009, A MAN IN A WHEELCHAIR WROTE FOUR SONGS HE’D NEVER GET TO SING. He was Vern Gosdin. They called him The Voice. Tammy Wynette said he was the only singer who could hold a candle to George Jones. Nashville called him a legend, then forgot him. Twice. He’d survived a heart attack. Two strokes. Two labels collapsing under him. Years cutting glass in Georgia while his guitar sat in the truck. He came back anyway. Nineteen top-ten hits. CMA Song of the Year. Then Nashville forgot him again. In December 2008, at seventy-four, barely able to speak, he released a 101-song box set. Started rebuilding his tour bus. Booked a spot at CMA Festival that June. Sat down with a young songwriter named Joe Sins and finished four new songs at a kitchen table. Three weeks later, the final stroke came. The four songs were never recorded. The bus sat in the driveway — engine ready, seats cleaned, going nowhere. Some men retire when the body says stop. Vern Gosdin kept writing. The road just stopped first.