The Thrift Store Poets

Country music straight from the heart – Thrift Store Poets Album Reviews Nov 23, 2018 59a5989cb6333444d56c9f0e04b4f5895686 Hailing from Oklahoma, Christopher Ledgerwood is a songwriter and music producer who recently sent us his latest record with Thrift Store Poets. Consisting of just five tracks, the release is the perfect soundtrack for cruising the empty streets of your city at night and contemplating over your life choices but with a smile on your face and not regret. Music-wise Thrift Store Poets are playing rock-influenced country with a strong blues feel. Their music is neither too dramatic nor too positive. It comfortably sits somewhere in between making your time with it always exciting and enjoyable. The tracks here are mostly mid-tempo paced, with opener ‘Devil’s Game’ our total favorite of the bunch for the cool dialogue between the guitar and the piano. If you’re in the mood for a heart-breaking country anthem then follower “Least of These” is definitely your jam with its absolutely beautiful and touching lyrics. Its intimate acoustic guitars are almost left to sing their sad tunes in the background of the mix… and that harmonica in the end perfectly crafted sound and composition. Not sure if we dig the violin-driven instrumental track in the record too much but maybe its more chaotic feel was on purpose as the piece is called ‘Orchestrated Noise’. Anyhow it still makes for a cool prelude to the closing ‘Something Better’. That’s the most uplifting track on the release, both in terms of lyrics and music. To have it actually at the end of it all was a top choice as it leaves you wanting for more from Thrift Store Poets. Let’s see where they will take us next time. Share this: Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Google+ (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)

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ILLUSIONS IN GRAY

I was looking through some of my old notebooks for a story a friend of mine had requested I send to her when I ran across some old pieces of poetry I had written over the years. So I thought why not share a few of these old poems with you. The first one I want to share is Illusions In Grey. I wrote this piece several years ago and had the privilege of reading it at a poetry slam held at the Paducah Market House Theater some years ago. Illusions In Gray A simple life, yet woven thread by thread Blending into the tapestry of life's illusions Each experience colored by shades of gray Distinguished by one's own perceptions Judgments, yea right, wrong, good, evil Truth's, still unknown, concealed alike nuggets Buried, awaiting one's precipitant discovery The light ceases to shine, but doth it really? No wait, there, it cascades it's beacon outward Twas only obscured potential masked by clouds Which contain doubts, fears, and a restless unknowingness Light shines through, where doth the darkness burrow? Thru the mist of gray it's rays burst forth With many a sliver of radiant beauty Distant, afar at first glance, tho it be It caresses tenderly those colors of gray Transforming the hues to reds, yellows Blues, greens, all color that lies between I see a tint of green, you say blue Whose dream is this? Mine or yours? I say mine, so green it must surely be It makes no difference that I can discern For all the shades, the tints, the ambiguous hues From the One Source they all did arrive So make your dream one colored in blue, that's alright This One Source I speak of, make it your heart's delight For that's all you really have, believe it or not! This Source, this Light, it possesses no judgments It awaits your call, tis your humble servant It has only to offer an unconditional love It serves each one equally, there are no favorites If I want red, it pours down red If you choose yellow, then yellow it is I speak of colors, tho not the only illusion Each path chosen to be trod upon by each one I imagine twill be filled with many a winding turn Taking one here, one there, one everywhere What is it you choose? Where would you love to go? What is it you would love to have manifest? Tis all up to you, I hope you can plainly see What color journey does your soul desire? Which illusions to disrobe? Which ones to retain? Whichever the road, what ere the dream Walk proud each step, know you are never alone Remember teh Light, the One Source of all It dwells within, awaiting your beckoning call Try heeding it's tranquil summons to unconditional love Enjoy your illusions, your colors, your dreams Allow others theirs no matter how they seem Take freely from life, but be quick to share Be the color you choose, and do it with passion After the greatest illusion you've shattered The soul is allowed to return to it's Source Then you will know, you're at long last Home Where all is One and One is all Go swiftly my friend, I'll someday meet you there. I leave all of you folks with thoughts of pure love, joy, peace and Oneness. Be good to yourselves and even better to others. Let your Light shine brightly!

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JUST ANOTHER STORM

Back on September 11th of last year and then again on June 12th of this year I wrote about the two trees that sit in my front lawn. Ironically in the one on June 11th of this year I talked about how the one tree had survived a lot of trauma in it's time but that it was still standing tall. I also made mention that maybe one day a storm would come along and completely destroy the tree. Well, a couple of days ago another storm rolled through. One moment I was talking on the phone with an old friend and the next minute the storm raged quickly down the street I live on. The winds, according to our local weather people, were between 60 and 70 miles per hour. The phone went dead, the lights and all the power went completely out, and the storm kept on raging. I heard a loud thump and when I opened the front door I saw a large part of my tree lying in the front ditch. As I walked out on the front porch the wind was blowing so hard I was having trouble just standing still. I watched for as long as I could until the rain began to fall so hard I was quickly getting drenched. I went back inside and stood by the window(yeah, I know you ain't supposed to stand by a window during a storm but I ain't the smartest person on earth) watching the wind and rain remain a torrent. The storm passed fairly quickly and then again, things were calm as could be. Upon inspection of my beloved tree I had all kinds of thoughts running through my mind. But the one that said the most to me was that God I love this tree and if I have to cut it completely down then it has endured it's last storm. About half of the tree is now lying on the ground and I'm not in too big a hurry to chop it up throw it away. If I lived out in the country somewhere instead of a subdivision I may just let it stay in the yard and decompose naturally. But I know I'm gonna have to get it removed soon. I have learned so many lessons about life just by loving and listening to this tree since the year of 2006. Now if I do have to cut this one down I will still have one left and I will wait and see what kind of lessons it will teach me. I would just like to remind everyone of how quickly the things and most importantly the people we love can be taken from us in a split second. We all know that, but yet it seems we continue to take for granted those we love. We continue to argue, disrespect, and at times even hate our brothers and our sisters, our husbands and wives, our friends and so on. Personally I have seen so many people I love just quickly disappear from my life for one reason or the other. So I tell myself often to never take for granted anything I love because like my storm damaged tree it can be there one moment and gone the next. And just in case I haven't told you lately that I love you, then I say it now. May your life be blessed with lots of love, inner peace, and joy! Be good to yourselves and even better to others if you can.

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MAN, I LOVE THESE TWO TREES

I've written before about one of the two Bradford pear trees which sit in my front lawn. The one that was damaged by an ice storm in 2009 I think it was. Now it remains a little bent but also tall and strong as ever. At the moment I'm sitting on the front porch watching a thunderstorm in the making. As the winds pick up and blow harder and harder I silently watch these two trees dance with whatever life happens to throw at them.And after each storm passes both trees continue to be true to what they are. Which is a perfect expression of just Being. After this storm today I'm sure tomorrow will be a hot and humid day here in Paducah Kentucky. But I'm sure these two trees will stand tall and just bask in whatever life throws their way. And even if one day,a storm manages to seemingly destroy one or both of these trees they have taught me well. Just love the moment, no matter what life is handing you. Be strong and take tomorrow for what it may be. In this so called reality there really is no such thing as tomorrow anyway. Just proudly be who you are and let your LIGHT brightly shine. Be good to yourself and even better to others. For they are you as you are them. Love, Peace,a nd Blessings to all of you wonderful folks.

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THE OCEAN IS ORANGE

There once was two men and a lady friend of theirs who were taking a stroll down by the ocean. As they silently walked along the white sandy beach each of them were filled with a sense of peace and even awe at the majestic ocean that stretched out before them. As they stopped to rest one of the men stated,"Isn't the ocean just so beautiful with the blue water that it contains?" "Yes, it is beautiful" stated the other fellow, "but the water is not blue, it is green." The woman chimed in with " I agree that this ocean is so beautiful but both of you are wrong, the water is actually aqua marine colored!" As the three of them continued their debate as to what color the water actually was an old blind man happened upon the argument. As he stopped and listened to the debate he just smiled to himself and then introduced himself to his new "friends" he had just met. "Please pardon my intrusion into your friendly debate as to what color the ocean is. Would you folks care to hear my opinion?" After being warmly greeted and told that they would love to hear what he had to say the old blind man stated, "This ocean is orange." His 3 new friends chuckled and thought he was just trying to be funny. "Why would you say that", they inquired of him, and then the old man began his story. "Well, it's like this, a long time ago I was where you are now. I carried my perceptions of things high up in my mind thinking I really knew what I was talking about. If I saw something that seemed so true to me then I would be quick to argue my point and try to disprove anyone else's point of view. I was just so convinced that I was "right" about things and others were oft times wrong if they did not see things as I perceived them. But then everything changed. Literally overnight! I totally lost my eyesight. I was a young man who could no longer "see". I was at first in deep despair and could not figure out why my eyesight had been taken from me. But after accepting things as they were I began to realize that even though I was now "blind" I could still learn to really "SEE". "I won't go into all the details of my journey but I will tell you why I say the ocean is orange. You see, before I "lost" my eyesight orange was my favorite color. I never was sure why but I just loved orange! So now, as I stand here on this warm sandy beach looking out over this majestic ocean I see it filled with vibrant orange colors. That is why I say the ocean is orange! "But after all, does the color really matter? You see green, you see blue, you see Aqua, I see orange, so what? You know that really doesn't change the ocean one bit. It is all only our own particular perception of color and color is only an illusion. A bending of light in some way I will never fully understand!" The other 3 listened intently to this old blind man as he spoke and then decided he was probably right. It didn't really matter that they had different opinions as to the waters color. They could instead just enjoy their perception, their beauty of the ocean, while at the same time allowing others to do the same even if the perceptions were different. Just imagine a world where everyone could be free to express their "Truth" without having to defend it, or to convince anyone else of it's merits. Back to the characters in this little story, which one would you care to say is "right" or "wrong"? Personally I'd have to say all of them are right! So I leave you with hopes that you can and will color your "oceans" of life any damned color you wish too! And as you do please try to remember to allow everyone else to do the same. There is plenty of room for all "Truths" and a blank canvas for us to use to color our world as we see fit. Be good to yourself and even better to others my friends. I leave you with thoughts of love, peace, and oneness for all.