Closer and closer!

Hello to all! Thanks for being so patient. (notice how I write this blog as though thousands of people are just chompin' at the bit to read my every word!) I'm getting closer and closer to releasing my next CD, entitled, "Castaway". I'm expecting to have it finished and duplicated by May, so keep your fingers crossed! I've got my "myspace" page up and running now, so check it out at myspace.com/davenicar and drop me a line to tell me what you think. I should have my website up in the next month with song clips loaded for you all to hear. Other than that, nothing else is going on, life is good. I'm hanging out with Abi, my daughter tonight, so I'm gonna end with this. I'm not feeling very introspective lately, and that's a good thing for me. I'm running the Little Rock half marathon on Sunday. This race boasts of having the largest finishers medal in the world, cool huh? I'll write a blog about it next week with a picture of the medal. Check ya later! Dave

Poor little guy, never knew what hit him!

I was sans "significant other" this year on Valentine's day, and that's okay with me. Although I can vividly remember a few years back, when I was with my soul-mate,now affectionately referred to by my daughter and me as "Who?". In the beginning, when our love was new, and the world was still no match for our sense of connection, our bond, our "soul-mated-ness", we would accrue little treasures for each other beginning well before February,and V-day. We found things that we had in common, things that so beautifully reeked of "US", often times finding the same little items for each other, without any suggestion or hint. Then after the kids were down for the night, we'd exchange gift bags, and marvel at how in love, and compatible we were.We were spectacular together, We were "Love Story" without the cancer, "The Notebook", without the Alzheimer's, The Ying WITH the Yang, The Captain WITH Tenille. But things change, as do people, and sometimes things don't go as we hope they will. Oft times people move on, and unfortunately sometimes one person moves on without telling the other one. Me bitter? nah, disillusioned is probably a better word. And on that note, I can just say that I hope that my ex-girlfriend and her new girlfriend are completely miserable for a long time, and I only mean that in the most positive, christian love. Poor little guy, he never knew what hit him.

Nitey Nite, special angel...

You are slowly slipping away from me. A little more every day, you get smaller and smaller, like the image of a childhood friend, shrinking in the rear window of our car as we, packed and loaded, wave goodbye for the last time. Though I am the one who is leaving, going on to a better place, a place of growth, and fullness. And you are staying right where I left you, but only because you chose to, sadly. I don't remember how good I felt with you much anymore, and I don't remember how good you felt. Thankfully, I don't hurt much anymore either, and sometimes I only remember that I'd hurt, and not how bad it felt. And though I do miss knowing you so completely, I don't miss feeling so completely betrayed. I think you may have been only a dream anyway, as I dreamt of you for a lifetime before I knew you. Please go, and take the curse of loving you, with you. You are slowly slipping away from me, a little more, every time my heart beats.

Writer's block

Hello there. I feel like I've neglected my blog for the last few days, but not really, I've thought alot about it, but I just couldn't seem to come up with anything relevant to write about. So I tried to pretend that I was a paid columnist, and that I was getting a check for writing a daily article. I wanted to see if that would jar me into reality, and motivate me to spew forth words of some eternal value. I also thought that if I just got started, that some real creativity would begin to flow, but it isn't happening. I guess that's okay though, sometimes life is like that. It can't just "Rock" all the time. There's up time and down time. So I write this on my laptop, in my secluded little hotel room in Columbia, Tennessee, just outside of Nashville. It's kinda weird to think that just a few miles from where I am, possibly hundreds of very well known musicians are right now, doing some very ordinary things. Reading junk mail, maybe eating a TV dinner, maybe working crossword puzzles, or sleeping. Ponderous, very ponderous.