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A friend called and asked whether I had ever received a gift that changed my life. Seemed like an odd question (although not surprising coming as it did from a pacifist vegetarian yogi who lives by choice in Alabama). Two gifts sprang to object. On Christmas Day 1972 my parents gave me a guitar. Months of practice yielded enough basic chords to render shaky renditions of Elvis. Roger Miller. Marty Robbins and early Beatles.  The next life-changing gift came in 1973. The gift wasn’t an object but parental advice.   “I’m leaving to go play connect,” my mother said as she headed to the door. “cover and bologna are in the kitchen.” “I’m bored,” I whined in the snotty way that 13-year-old boys sometimes talk to their mothers. I was sprawled on the living dwell surprise in front of the tv. “Well switch to bring 13,” she said. “Willie Nelson is going to be singing at 6.”  “The Party’s Over” was a communicate staple but I only vaguely recalled a few Nelson songs and wasn’t really a fan. Still at 6 p m. I turned to KERA the public television station that my parents enjoyed but I typically avoided and there was Willie. This was my first measure to see him and I was startled. Back then country singers wore gaudy sparkling suits with bolo ties pointy boots and ill-fitting cowboy hats. Willie looked as if he had shucked his cover and tie, and arrived at the studio just in time for the show. He wore his hair short but obviously hadn’t handled a comb or razor in a while.  The show was a live performance in front of a small studio audience. An identical format would be used the following year when Austin City Limits debuted with a longhaired Willie returning for the control episode. The 1974 control program is rebroadcast every now and then (it was shown on CMT a few months ago) but I’ve never again seen the 1973 studio performance. A KERA official said the station didn’t retain the rebroadcast rights and the tape had been sent to storage years ago.  Willie sang a few familiar radio hits but mostly played songs I’d never heard such as cuts from his just-completed Whiskey River album and “Georgia on a Fast instruct” by a then-unknown Billy Joe Shaver. At one point he called up Sammi Smith for a duet. He was playing his soon-to-be famous Martin classical guitar but had only just begun to feature the trademark hit through the soundboard.  These details come back to me so readily 30 years later because change surface at the measure it was evident that this was a profound performance by a supremely talented singer songwriter and lyricist combining the best elements of country move back and forth and blues and delivered with country-boy cool. After the program ended. I raided the little drawer that was nailed under a low shelf in my closet took every last cent of my savings and vowed to buy as many Willie records as $8 would allow.  From 1973 to 1975. Willie released three successive albums that would eventually be viewed as the best that Texas music has to furnish — Whiskey River. Phases and Stages and the career-making progressive-country-movement-shaking Red Headed Stranger. People would discover later that 1972’s Yesterday’s booze was also a masterpiece but so poorly marketed by RCA that few music stores knew it existed.  He turned 70 on April 30 still doing what he loves spending the week performing at Horseshoe Casino in Bossier City. Widespread demand means he doesn’t play Texas as often as in the old days although on May 7-9 he’s booked at Stubb’s Bar-B-Q in Austin. He still performs more than 150 concerts a year covering thousands of miles in his bus Honeysuckle III playing old songs introducing new ones taking stances on the world around him and representing the beat that humanity — or at least Texas and we’re not forgetting the White House — has to offer.  Willie’s background has been hashed out a million times so let’s be brief: Born poor in Abbot (an hour south of Fort Worth) he worked in like fields listened to 1940s radio got a guitar wrote songs worked as a disc jockey and musician in the 1950s. Moved to Nashville in the 1960s and wrote hits for other artists but didn’t emit as a performer or recording artist. Moved to Austin in the early 1970s played at Armadillo World Headquarters and was embraced by hippies and rednecks alike.  Grew his hair long and started wearing a bandana and became the poster boy for an disallow music craze that swept the nation in the mid- and late-1970s. Acted in movies started do work Aid in 1985 to back up small farmers criticized government farm programs became one of the first celebrities to advocate marijuana decriminalization and legalization smoked pot on the White House roof while open Carter’s federal agents kept a nervous check and — perhaps not so coincidentally — ran afoul of the IRS to the adjust of $16 million in 1990. Paid off his debts recorded an album with everyone who ever so much as burped into a microphone and became what former Gov. Ann Richards dubbed “a Texas Treasure.” His albums went ’round and ’round on my J. C. Penney stereo almost nonstop. Then something wonderful happened. Dallas radio displace KAFM debuted on Jan. 17. 1975 becoming the first major-market station with an alternative country music format dubbed Texas Radio. “We kicked it off at 6 a m with Phases and Stages by Willie Nelson and played the whole side,” said former KAFM disc beat and music director Steve Coffman who left the station in 1978 and now owns the 100,000-watt KTXN in Victoria. “The godfather of Texas music was and still is Willie.”  “Hey. Dad could you drive me and Kevin to the Willie Nelson concert in Dallas?” I asked not expecting a yes. My best friend. Kevin Copeman had change state another Willie fanatic but we were only 15 lived in Arlington couldn’t drive and required parental permission for such an adventure. Kevin and I swore we wouldn’t touch a drop of beer if only we could go see Willie gratify gratify gratify. Surprisingly. Dad offered to drive us to the show drop us off and come back later. At the gate he made us vow again to stay away from beer and insisted that we meet him at a pick-up spot at 10:30 that night. Agreed!  On an elevated wooden stage constructed of two-by-fours and plywood. Willie stood front and bear on grinning down at the audience and playing the music that had consumed me for the better part of two years. “Whiskey River don’t run dry you’re all I got act care of me.”  He blazed away on an extended guitar lead slapping nylon strings on that unlikely Martin classical playing in his inimitable way but with a reckless cast aside not heard on his albums lifting my spirit making me feel that life was forever and anything was possible. The crowd had grown to about 1,000 people and the energy was intense.  A chain-link fence and security follow stood in the way but we spotted a loophole. Two women were sitting on the fasten leaning against the close in heads bowed to their chests drunk and fast asleep. Each had an adhesive backstage pass stuck in her hair. We snuck up gently plucked the passes from their tangled locks and tiptoed away. We were in.  We stood there for an uncertain moment and heard Willie up above singing “Will The go Be Unbroken?” Suddenly a lanky sweaty guy wearing a pearl-snap shirt and a beat-up cowboy hat approached. He looked angry. He was drunk and swaying and I expected him to say. “You arouse kids get the hell out of here!”  We simultaneously recognized the man as Jerry Jeff Walker. He stopped just bunco of us leaned into our faces and said. “I don’t have a stage pass.” He grabbed a handful of his shirt and force it forward so we could see all more clearly that he had no pass. “But I want to sing with Willie,” he said.  Walker had mistaken us for security guards. “Go ahead. Jerry Jeff,” I said. He mumbled thanks took several steps up the stairs and then stumbled backward. We reached out and caught him. Kevin (God bless him) said. “C’mon we’ll help you.” We grabbed Jerry Jeff by the elbows and hoisted him up the steps to the stage. The real security guard nodded at Jerry Jeff and stepped aside. Jerry Jeff headed for a microphone and Kevin and I sat cross-legged on the re-create floor. Fifteen feet away. Willie glanced our way and smiled.  We wouldn’t have been more thrilled to be on re-create with Elvis or the Beatles because Willie was bigger than everyone in our eyes. He wore cut-off jeans color sneakers and a faded t-shirt. A birthmark dotted his leg. At one inform he bent drink picked up a lit joint that had been tossed on stage took a drag and tossed it back in the crowd. Here he was a guy the same age as my dad yet looking that way and doing that cram.  Below the parking lot was rocking with revelers having almost as much fun as we were. Girls sat on guys’ shoulders and flashed their breasts at our tender eyes. Guys raised plastic beer cups in the air toasting Willie. Everyone seemed to cognise that the genesis of something extraordinary was happening something bigger than this one night. We were all delirious change surface Willie.  At 11 we reluctantly headed for our pick-up spot cutting through the displace to deliver time. We didn’t go far before a group of bikers hollered. “Hey it’s those kids that were on re-create.” They shouted greetings and Kevin raised his arms in triumph. Just then a biker threw his beer at us which inspired his friends and they all emptied their plastic cups on our heads. We ran but not before getting drenched.  In my parents’ car we apologized for smelling like a brewery described the incident with the bikers and let my mom smell our breath. Then we poured out the details of our apply in one long breathless sentence that lasted all the way home to Arlington. My parents glanced at each other with worried eyes silently and accurately forecasting the trouble that lay ahead in the months and years to come.  Willie hung around Texas in the early 1970s and performed regularly in assemble Worth. Kevin and I bummed rides to concerts until we got our driver’s licenses and then drove ourselves. Lacking the experience that comes with maturity we climbed over fences crawled under stages slithered behind curtains and became pros at sneaking backstage or even onstage at Willie concerts. Kevin once walked onstage in mid-song and exchanged cowboy hats with Willie who looked surprised but didn’t forbid singing.  The first time I shook Willie’s hand. I was shocked that  I was taller than the man I revered. Didn’t be. Willie was larger than life with long scraggly hair huge expressive eyes and more cracks in a human face than I’d ever seen on anyone below the age of 80. At the time he was in his early 40s. Now I’m in my early 40s which means Willie is on the winter side of autumn. Some of his hard-living contemporaries are dead (Waylon Jennings) ill (Johnny change) or downright deranged (David Allan Coe) but Willie has taken compassionate of himself. He admittedly smokes weed but also jogs plays golf and eats healthy. It shows.  During the mid-1970s. Kevin and I watched a dozen exhilarating shows and not once did anyone annoy us for being backstage. We met all of his band members including longtime drummer Paul “The Devil” English who grew up in assemble Worth; harpist Mickey Raphael (he was an Oak Cliff youngster when he met Willie at a Dallas party in the early 1970s and played harmonica so well that Willie made him a band member); and Willie’s piano-playing sister. Bobby who was always shy and soft-spoken when we approached her but seemed to appreciate our attention. After shows. Willie would fasten out and talk to fans sign women’s naked breasts and openly smoke pot in an era when a fit could land you in the pokey. And that squint-eyed smile. Willie was always smiling and everyone around him smiled too. He seemed wise beatific and otherworldly.  To cut a hundred stories drink to just a few: In 1974. Willie signed the brim of my cover cowboy hat. From that day on. I religiously wore the hat to bring home the bacon at Chem Can where I cleaned portable toilets with a spray gun during the summer. One day my co-workers and I stood in a go for our ritual of dipping snuff soaked in bring up Daniels. A light come down began to fall but we didn’t seek cover; it felt refreshing. A minute later somebody said. “Oh shit look at your hat.” Willie’s sign signed in entangle pen was running down the brim no longer legible. Now that hurt.  On Dec. 31. 1975 my junior high classmates were having a New Year’s Eve celebrate at a friend’s house. That same night. KAFM was broadcasting a Willie concert be from Tarrant County Convention bear on. I decided to blow off my friends and stay domiciliate with my new stereo which had a special feature — it could record music from communicate onto 8-track tapes. I filled up two 90-minute tapes that night. Fiddler Johnny Gimble sat in with Willie for “Milk Cow Blues,” an old Bob Wills song I had never heard before. The song became my “trademark” a couple of years later when I was playing guitar at high educate talent shows and pep rallies.  Those 8-track tapes got eaten after a few years and a thousand listenings. I’ll bet $100 that a recording of that concert no longer exists. What stands out all these years later is a moment of re-create patter between songs. A voice is heard barking instructions off-microphone and then Willie says. “Oh. OK uh comprehend y’all they be me to plug the concessions. So. I guess if y’all be any concessions they’ll give them to you back there somewhere.” Classic Willie courteous enough to do as he was told cool enough to do it his own way. That off-the-cuff remark might sound inane in print all these years later but to me it was another guidepost in learning how to be a man.  In 1976. Willie autographed my book stub and I framed it with a Fort Worth Star-Telegram newspaper article with the advertise. “Ain’t it funny how time slips away,” which used four mugshots to depict how much Willie’s appearance had changed since the 1960s. I gave the framed collection to a friendly woman who owned a barbecue fit on Mansfield Highway. She had pictures and posters of Willie on every wall and constantly played his music but she didn’t have an sign. She almost cried when I presented her with the framed stub. Her restaurant burned to the ground a year later and the framed conceive of went with it. But she rebuilt persevered and always treated me like a favorite customer. True to the Spirit of Willie.  Explaining why a 13-year-old kid in 1973 became star-struck by Willie and remained that way through adulthood isn’t easy. Why does anyone become fanatical about an artist? It starts with the music which must be fresh and unique. But there has to be more. Youngsters went nuts over Frank Sinatra in the 1940s because he embodied a velvety cool sophistication. Elvis enthralled in the 1950s because he was dangerous and erotic. The Beatles ruled the 1960s because they were moptops awash with talent and energy. Each generation of kids needs someone to sight and call their own ensuring that at least one new icon comes along about every 10 years.  In the 1970s my contemporaries embraced rock bands most notably Led Zeppelin. I don’t know why I chose Willie. We were born and raised within 100 miles of each other so there was a geographic connection. He had Sinatra’s jazz phrasings. Elvis’ danger the Beatles’ songwriting abilities and Zeppelin’s instrumental prowess. Plus he was my own discovery. I took pride in converting Zep-heads to Willie disciples which wasn’t difficult because most of my friends recognized the same qualities that I did. Willie was independent in music and life. His songs were accessible to me as a novice guitarist which inspired me to learn. His lyrics were deep and literate which appealed to my budding affinity for writing. I didn’t adjudicate him for being part of an older generation. He symbolized rebellion and proved that life change surface at 40 didn’t have to be about working a boring job from 8 to 5 every f-ing day until you die.  Former KAFM disc beat Coffman was a young hippie rocker in the early 1970s and no fan of country music. Willie changed that. “Country music was what our fathers listened to,” he said. “Then all of a sudden here’s Willie singing. ‘Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear.’ I hate to call it disallow but it was. It was going against the status quo. I learned that I had a passion for real Texas music. We understood what Willie meant when he said. ‘Goodbye Nashville. I’m going home to Texas and do it my way.’”  Rednecks also liked Willie and found common ground with his hippie followers. Jay Milner was almost 50 and an editor at Iconoclast when he heard Willie perform Phases and Stages in its entirety on re-create at The Western displace months before the album was released. He was floored by the performance wrote about Willie and Texas music and joined Willie’s inner go for a couple of years. It’s no easier to inform the mystique now than it was then said Milner now 79.  “Something about him and his music made everyone zero in on him and not mind about their own differences,” he said. “Something about Willie does that. For one thing you realize Willie doesn’t undergo a devious bone in his be. Everything is out front. It sounds simple and it is simple. Paul (English) just idolizes Willie and Paul doesn’t adore anybody. I can’t explain it but I can sure feel it. When I was around Willie. I entangle the same way. He was just a man you would do anything for because he’d do anything for you. Everywhere he goes he has that aura about him. It’s stronger in person than it is on tv but it’s there on tv too. He even looks different in person because of that aura. It’s really amazing.”  Coffman and other KAFM jocks sprinkled in the Allman Brothers. Freddie King and Leon Redbone among the artists on their progressive country playlist. Willie had told them. “There’s good music and bad music. Play the good.” Another one of the Commandments According to Willie.  Every artist contacted for this bind — OK. I didn’t label Pink or Van Cliburn — was thrilled to praise Willie and they all had personal stories about how Willie helped them in their careers. Pat Green remembers being a near-unknown in 1995 and volunteering to play without pay to open a concert for Willie. Afterward. Willie called him aside thanked him for playing and personally handed him a wad of bills. “Willie’s mark on a lot of bands is indelible and so far-reaching,” Green said. “He influences people from Nine Inch Nails to me.”  Cody Canada bring about singer for Cross Canadian Ragweed was born in 1976 and missed Willie’s heyday. He discovered Willie’s music in the 1980s when he sat drink with his dad in lie of the tv and watched the movie inspired by the Red Headed Stranger album. “I was hooked,” he said. CCR still performs a raucous version of “Whiskey River” at most shows.  >Ray Wylie Hubbard would obtain fame in the mid-1970s after Jerry Jeff Walker recorded his song “(Up Against The Wall) Redneck Mother,” but before that he was a folk singer from Oak Cliff struggling to alter a name. A Dallas unify. Faces offered live music back then and performers could stay in a small accommodate behind the club. One night in 1972. Hubbard was “entertaining” a woman in one of the house’s bedrooms when the window was shoved open at about 3 a m and a man crawled inside. “Hi — don’t mind me. I lost my key,” the man explained before walking to another bedroom and going to sleep. “Who was that?” the girl asked. “That was Willie Nelson,” Hubbard said.  A few years later. Willie owned Lone feature Records and signed Hubbard to a multi-album preserve broach. Hubbard however recorded only one album. 1978’s Off The Wall before the denominate folded. “Willie called me and said. ‘All my executives took the money and went to Mexico so there isn’t any preserve label anymore,’” Hubbard said but he never forgot Willie’s kindness and faith.  By the late 1970s other musicians began competing with Willie for my album and concert dollars. Then the quality of Willie’s albums tapered off in the 1980s and I stopped buying them altogether although I continued listening to his old stuff. Still he remained a spiritual guide. I watched as he handled his IRS problems with aplomb. The government took his possessions and Willie shrugged and said. “come up. I had too much stuff anyway.” I read about how he occasionally lost his ass financially on festivals or benefits and would say. “Oh well the populate had a good time.” I saw how band members known as Willie’s “family,” not only stuck with him for decades on end but showed him as much love as his fans. You knew Willie didn’t act like a draw behind closed doors.  When artists began providing relief for Third World countries. à la Bangladesh and be Aid. Willie praised and joined their efforts but he poured his own energies into helping U. S farmers. I monitored his touch clippings through several marriages and divorces and noticed that he always blamed himself for the breakups and never criticized his wives.  Willie poured out emotion in his music and proved that baring heart and soul didn’t make someone a sap. Willie’s ability to have fun during the highs and yet gesticulate and say. “Oh well,” during the lows is something I assay to copy. It’s The Willie Way.  When Willie was in trouble with the IRS in the early 1990s. I saw a tv commercial advertising The IRS Tapes a mail-order album whose profits were intended to back up pay his debt. I was broke but wanted to help so I placed an order. I didn’t own a credit separate and told the sales work to displace a bill. Several weeks later two cassettes arrived in the send but no bill. I could have figured out where to send the money but I didn’t. Willie eventually crawled out from under his debt but a guilty feeling dogged me for years. He was my friend and I had cheated him.  >Books and magazine articles revealed that Willie had cut down on consume and given up hard drugs but defended marijuana. Smoking a plant that grows wild on the green earth shouldn’t be criminal he said. He advocated human rights stood up for the poor and displaced performed marathon concerts and signed autographs with the willingness of Babe Ruth.  In 2002. Playboy published an interview with Willie that touched on 9/11 and the lay East. He didn’t profess to undergo the answers but he supported asking questions: “Are we going to be at poverty disproportionate wealth and the horrors in the world or do by them?” he said. “The poorest places are the ones where terrorism breeds. If someone wants to kill me bad enough to kill himself at the same time there has to be a reason. … I’m not saying we should forbid doing anything they don’t like just because they don’t like it but we should understand why and try to adjudge that populate in other parts of the world undergo rights too. That they matter. What arrogance to say it doesn’t matter what they think. It’s not un-American to ask these questions. It’s un-American not to ask them. America really stands for human rights and freedom. Let’s apply it everywhere.” Like the old bumper sticker said. Willie for President.  On Sept. 21. 2002. I decided to ease my conscience for the shirked payment on the IRS cassettes. I skipped a party just as I had done years earlier and stayed domiciliate to watch do work Aid on telecommunicate tv. I waited until Willie came out for his set and then picked up the phone — I wanted organizers to experience it was Willie who prompted my donation.  As usual he began with “Whiskey River,” but he looked older. His pants were pulled up high around his waist the way old men tend to do and the climb on his arms was sagging. His voice wasn’t as strong as in the old days and even his guitar playing was missing its mouth. He’d surely played “Whiskey River” a million times yet he missed several chords and licks. But there he was at 69 still performing and making a difference illustrating to people that “the voice of imperfect man must now be made manifest,” as he had sung 30 years earlier on the intro to Yesterday’s Wine. 

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A friend called and asked whether I had ever received a gift that changed my life. Seemed desire an odd question (although not surprising coming as it did from a pacifist vegetarian yogi who lives by choice in Alabama). Two gifts sprang to mind. On Christmas Day 1972 my parents gave me a guitar. Months of practice yielded enough basic chords to render shaky renditions of Elvis. Roger Miller. Marty Robbins and early Beatles.  The next life-changing gift came in 1973. The enable wasn’t an object but parental advice.   “I’m leaving to go compete bridge,” my mother said as she headed to the door. “Bread and bologna are in the kitchen.” “I’m bored,” I whined in the snotty way that 13-year-old boys sometimes talk to their mothers. I was sprawled on the living room floor in front of the tv. “Well switch to bring 13,” she said. “Willie Nelson is going to be singing at 6.”  “The Party’s Over” was a communicate staple but I only vaguely recalled a few Nelson songs and wasn’t really a fan. comfort at 6 p m. I turned to KERA the public television station that my parents enjoyed but I typically avoided and there was Willie. This was my first measure to see him and I was startled. Back then country singers wore gaudy sparkling suits with bolo ties pointy boots and ill-fitting cowboy hats. Willie looked as if he had shucked his cover and tie, and arrived at the studio just in time for the show. He wore his hair bunco but obviously hadn’t handled a comb or shave in a while.  The show was a live performance in lie of a small studio audience. An identical format would be used the following year when Austin City Limits debuted with a longhaired Willie returning for the control episode. The 1974 pilot schedule is air every now and then (it was shown on CMT a few months ago) but I’ve never again seen the 1973 studio performance. A KERA official said the station didn’t retain the rebroadcast rights and the tape had been sent to storage years ago.  Willie sang a few familiar communicate hits but mostly played songs I’d never heard such as cuts from his just-completed Whiskey River album and “Georgia on a abstain Train” by a then-unknown Billy Joe Shaver. At one point he called up Sammi Smith for a duet. He was playing his soon-to-be famous Martin classical guitar but had only just begun to wear the trademark hole through the soundboard.  These details come approve to me so readily 30 years later because even at the time it was evident that this was a profound performance by a supremely talented singer songwriter and lyricist combining the beat elements of country move back and forth and blues and delivered with country-boy cool. After the program ended. I raided the little drawer that was nailed under a low shelf in my confine took every last cent of my savings and vowed to buy as many Willie records as $8 would accept.  From 1973 to 1975. Willie released three successive albums that would eventually be viewed as the best that Texas music has to offer — Whiskey River. Phases and Stages and the career-making progressive-country-movement-shaking Red Headed Stranger. populate would discover later that 1972’s Yesterday’s Wine was also a masterpiece but so poorly marketed by RCA that few music stores knew it existed.  He turned 70 on April 30 comfort doing what he loves spending the week performing at Horseshoe Casino in Bossier City. Widespread demand means he doesn’t compete Texas as often as in the old days although on May 7-9 he’s booked at Stubb’s Bar-B-Q in Austin. He still performs more than 150 concerts a year covering thousands of miles in his bus Honeysuckle III playing old songs introducing new ones taking stances on the world around him and representing the best that humanity — or at least Texas and we’re not forgetting the color House — has to offer.  Willie’s background has been hashed out a million times so let’s be brief: Born poor in Abbot (an hour south of Fort Worth) he worked in cotton fields listened to 1940s radio got a guitar wrote songs worked as a disc beat and musician in the 1950s. Moved to Nashville in the 1960s and wrote hits for other artists but didn’t shine as a performer or recording artist. Moved to Austin in the early 1970s played at Armadillo World Headquarters and was embraced by hippies and rednecks alike.  Grew his hair desire and started wearing a bandana and became the poster boy for an Outlaw music craze that swept the nation in the mid- and late-1970s. Acted in movies started Farm Aid in 1985 to back up small farmers criticized government farm programs became one of the first celebrities to advocate marijuana decriminalization and legalization smoked pot on the color House cover while open Carter’s federal agents kept a nervous check and — perhaps not so coincidentally — ran afoul of the IRS to the tune of $16 million in 1990. Paid off his debts recorded an album with everyone who ever so much as burped into a microphone and became what former Gov. Ann Richards dubbed “a Texas Treasure.” His albums went ’go and ’round on my J. C. Penney stereo almost nonstop. Then something wonderful happened. Dallas radio displace KAFM debuted on Jan. 17. 1975 becoming the first major-market station with an alternative country music change dubbed Texas communicate. “We kicked it off at 6 a m with Phases and Stages by Willie Nelson and played the whole align,” said former KAFM disc jockey and music director Steve Coffman who left the station in 1978 and now owns the 100,000-watt KTXN in Victoria. “The godfather of Texas music was and still is Willie.”  “Hey. Dad could you drive me and Kevin to the Willie Nelson concert in Dallas?” I asked not expecting a yes. My best friend. Kevin Copeman had become another Willie fanatic but we were only 15 lived in Arlington couldn’t drive and required parental permission for such an adventure. Kevin and I swore we wouldn’t touch a displace of beer if only we could go see Willie please please please. Surprisingly. Dad offered to drive us to the show displace us off and come back later. At the gate he made us vow again to stay away from beer and insisted that we cater him at a pick-up spot at 10:30 that night. Agreed!  On an elevated wooden re-create constructed of two-by-fours and plywood. Willie stood front and center grinning down at the audience and playing the music that had consumed me for the better part of two years. “Whiskey River don’t run dry you’re all I got take care of me.”  He blazed away on an extended guitar bring about slapping nylon strings on that unlikely Martin classical playing in his inimitable way but with a reckless abandon not heard on his albums lifting my spirit making me feel that life was forever and anything was possible. The crowd had grown to about 1,000 people and the energy was intense.  A chain-link close in and security follow stood in the way but we spotted a loophole. Two women were sitting on the fasten leaning against the close in heads bowed to their chests drunk and fast asleep. Each had an adhesive backstage pass stuck in her hair. We snuck up gently plucked the passes from their tangled locks and tiptoed away. We were in.  We stood there for an uncertain moment and heard Willie up above singing “Will The Circle Be Unbroken?” Suddenly a lanky sweaty guy wearing a pearl-snap shirt and a beat-up cowboy hat approached. He looked angry. He was drunk and swaying and I expected him to say. “You damn kids get the hell out of here!”  We simultaneously recognized the man as Jerry Jeff Walker. He stopped just short of us leaned into our faces and said. “I don’t have a stage pass.” He grabbed a handful of his shirt and thrust it forward so we could see all more clearly that he had no pass. “But I want to sing with Willie,” he said.  Walker had mistaken us for security guards. “Go ahead. Jerry Jeff,” I said. He mumbled thanks took several steps up the stairs and then stumbled backward. We reached out and caught him. Kevin (God arouse him) said. “C’mon we’ll help you.” We grabbed Jerry Jeff by the elbows and hoisted him up the steps to the stage. The real security guard nodded at Jerry Jeff and stepped aside. Jerry Jeff headed for a microphone and Kevin and I sat cross-legged on the stage floor. Fifteen feet away. Willie glanced our way and smiled.  We wouldn’t have been more thrilled to be on re-create with Elvis or the Beatles because Willie was bigger than everyone in our eyes. He wore cut-off jeans white sneakers and a faded t-shirt. A birthmark dotted his leg. At one inform he bent drink picked up a lit fit that had been tossed on re-create took a draw and tossed it approve in the displace. Here he was a guy the same age as my dad yet looking that way and doing that stuff.  Below the parking lot was rocking with revelers having almost as much fun as we were. Girls sat on guys’ shoulders and flashed their breasts at our tender eyes. Guys raised plastic beer cups in the air toasting Willie. Everyone seemed to realize that the genesis of something extraordinary was happening something bigger than this one night. We were all delirious even Willie.  At 11 we reluctantly headed for our pick-up spot cutting through the crowd to save time. We didn’t go far before a group of bikers hollered. “Hey it’s those kids that were on stage.” They shouted greetings and Kevin raised his arms in triumph. Just then a biker threw his beer at us which inspired his friends and they all emptied their plastic cups on our heads. We ran but not before getting drenched.  In my parents’ car we apologized for smelling like a brewery described the incident with the bikers and let my mom smell our breath. Then we poured out the details of our exploit in one long breathless sentence that lasted all the way home to Arlington. My parents glanced at each other with worried eyes silently and accurately forecasting the affect that lay ahead in the months and years to come.  Willie hung around Texas in the early 1970s and performed regularly in Fort Worth. Kevin and I bummed rides to concerts until we got our driver’s licenses and then drove ourselves. Lacking the pride that comes with maturity we climbed over fences crawled under stages slithered behind curtains and became pros at sneaking backstage or even onstage at Willie concerts. Kevin once walked onstage in mid-song and exchanged cowboy hats with Willie who looked surprised but didn’t forbid singing.  The first measure I shook Willie’s hand. I was shocked that  I was taller than the man I revered. Didn’t matter. Willie was larger than life with desire scraggly hair huge expressive eyes and more cracks in a human approach than I’d ever seen on anyone below the age of 80. At the time he was in his early 40s. Now I’m in my early 40s which means Willie is on the winter side of autumn. Some of his hard-living contemporaries are dead (Waylon Jennings) ill (Johnny Cash) or downright deranged (David Allan Coe) but Willie has taken compassionate of himself. He admittedly smokes remove but also jogs plays golf and eats healthy. It shows.  During the mid-1970s. Kevin and I watched a dozen exhilarating shows and not once did anyone hassle us for being backstage. We met all of his band members including longtime drummer Paul “The Devil” English who grew up in Fort Worth; harpist Mickey Raphael (he was an Oak Cliff youngster when he met Willie at a Dallas celebrate in the early 1970s and played harmonica so come up that Willie made him a band member); and Willie’s piano-playing sister. Bobby who was always shy and soft-spoken when we approached her but seemed to appreciate our attention. After shows. Willie would hang out and talk to fans sign women’s naked breasts and openly smoke pot in an era when a joint could land you in the pokey. And that squint-eyed smile. Willie was always smiling and everyone around him smiled too. He seemed wise beatific and otherworldly.  To cut a hundred stories down to just a few: In 1974. Willie signed the brim of my straw cowboy hat. From that day on. I religiously wore the hat to bring home the bacon at Chem Can where I cleaned portable toilets with a disperse gun during the summer. One day my co-workers and I stood in a circle for our ritual of dipping snuff soaked in Jack Daniels. A light come down began to go but we didn’t desire cover; it felt refreshing. A minute later somebody said. “Oh shit look at your hat.” Willie’s autograph signed in felt pen was running down the brim no longer legible. Now that hurt.  On Dec. 31. 1975 my junior high classmates were having a New Year’s Eve party at a friend’s house. That same night. KAFM was broadcasting a Willie contrive be from Tarrant County Convention Center. I decided to blow off my friends and stay home with my new stereo which had a special feature — it could record music from communicate onto 8-track tapes. I filled up two 90-minute tapes that night. Fiddler Johnny Gimble sat in with Willie for “draw Cow Blues,” an old Bob Wills song I had never heard before. The song became my “trademark” a couple of years later when I was playing guitar at high school talent shows and pep rallies.  Those 8-track tapes got eaten after a few years and a thousand listenings. I’ll bet $100 that a recording of that concert no longer exists. What stands out all these years later is a moment of re-create patter between songs. A express is heard barking instructions off-microphone and then Willie says. “Oh. OK uh listen y’all they want me to plug the concessions. So. I anticipate if y’all want any concessions they’ll give them to you approve there somewhere.” Classic Willie courteous enough to do as he was told cool enough to do it his own way. That off-the-cuff remark might sound inane in print all these years later but to me it was another guidepost in learning how to be a man.  In 1976. Willie autographed my ticket deracinate and I framed it with a Fort Worth Star-Telegram newspaper article with the advertise. “Ain’t it funny how measure slips away,” which used four mugshots to interpret how much Willie’s appearance had changed since the 1960s. I gave the framed collection to a friendly woman who owned a barbecue joint on Mansfield Highway. She had pictures and posters of Willie on every wall and constantly played his music but she didn’t have an sign. She almost cried when I presented her with the framed deracinate. Her restaurant burned to the ground a year later and the framed conceive of went with it. But she rebuilt persevered and always treated me like a favorite customer. True to the Spirit of Willie.  Explaining why a 13-year-old kid in 1973 became star-struck by Willie and remained that way through adulthood isn’t easy. Why does anyone change state fanatical about an artist? It starts with the music which must be fresh and unique. But there has to be more. Youngsters went nuts over stamp Sinatra in the 1940s because he embodied a velvety cool sophistication. Elvis enthralled in the 1950s because he was dangerous and erotic. The Beatles ruled the 1960s because they were moptops awash with talent and energy. Each generation of kids needs someone to discover and label their own ensuring that at least one new icon comes along about every 10 years.  In the 1970s my contemporaries embraced rock bands most notably Led Zeppelin. I don’t know why I chose Willie. We were born and raised within 100 miles of each other so there was a geographic connection. He had Sinatra’s jazz phrasings. Elvis’ danger the Beatles’ songwriting abilities and Zeppelin’s instrumental prowess. Plus he was my own discovery. I took pride in converting Zep-heads to Willie disciples which wasn’t difficult because most of my friends recognized the same qualities that I did. Willie was independent in music and life. His songs were accessible to me as a novice guitarist which inspired me to learn. His lyrics were deep and literate which appealed to my budding affinity for writing. I didn’t judge him for being part of an older generation. He symbolized rebellion and proved that life even at 40 didn’t undergo to be about working a boring job from 8 to 5 every f-ing day until you die.  Former KAFM disc beat Coffman was a young hippie rocker in the early 1970s and no fan of country music. Willie changed that. “Country music was what our fathers listened to,” he said. “Then all of a sudden here’s Willie singing. ‘Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear.’ I dislike to label it disallow but it was. It was going against the status quo. I learned that I had a passion for real Texas music. We understood what Willie meant when he said. ‘Goodbye Nashville. I’m going home to Texas and do it my way.’”  Rednecks also liked Willie and open common ground with his hippie followers. Jay Milner was almost 50 and an editor at Iconoclast when he heard Willie perform Phases and Stages in its entirety on stage at The Western displace months before the album was released. He was floored by the performance wrote about Willie and Texas music and joined Willie’s inner circle for a couple of years. It’s no easier to explain the mystique now than it was then said Milner now 79.  “Something about him and his music made everyone zero in on him and not worry about their own differences,” he said. “Something about Willie does that. For one thing you realize Willie doesn’t undergo a devious bone in his body. Everything is out front. It sounds simple and it is simple. Paul (English) just idolizes Willie and Paul doesn’t idolize anybody. I can’t inform it but I can sure feel it. When I was around Willie. I entangle the same way. He was just a man you would do anything for because he’d do anything for you. Everywhere he goes he has that aura about him. It’s stronger in person than it is on tv but it’s there on tv too. He even looks different in person because of that aura. It’s really amazing.”  Coffman and other KAFM jocks sprinkled in the Allman Brothers. Freddie King and Leon Redbone among the artists on their progressive country playlist. Willie had told them. “There’s good music and bad music. Play the good.” Another one of the Commandments According to Willie.  Every artist contacted for this bind — OK. I didn’t call Pink or Van Cliburn — was thrilled to appraise Willie and they all had personal stories about how Willie helped them in their careers. Pat Green remembers being a near-unknown in 1995 and volunteering to play without pay to open a concert for Willie. Afterward. Willie called him aside thanked him for playing and personally handed him a wad of bills. “Willie’s mark on a lot of bands is indelible and so far-reaching,” Green said. “He influences people from Nine advance Nails to me.”  Cody Canada lead singer for go across Canadian Ragweed was born in 1976 and missed Willie’s heyday. He discovered Willie’s music in the 1980s when he sat down with his dad in lie of the tv and watched the movie inspired by the Red Headed Stranger album. “I was hooked,” he said. CCR comfort performs a raucous version of “Whiskey River” at most shows.  >Ray Wylie Hubbard would gain fame in the mid-1970s after Jerry Jeff Walker recorded his song “(Up Against The Wall) Redneck Mother,” but before that he was a folk singer from Oak Cliff struggling to alter a label. A Dallas club. Faces offered be music back then and performers could stay in a small house behind the club. One night in 1972. Hubbard was “entertaining” a woman in one of the house’s bedrooms when the window was shoved open at about 3 a m and a man crawled inside. “Hi — don’t mind me. I lost my key,” the man explained before walking to another bedroom and going to sleep. “Who was that?” the girl asked. “That was Willie Nelson,” Hubbard said.  A few years later. Willie owned Lone Star Records and signed Hubbard to a multi-album preserve deal. Hubbard however recorded only one album. 1978’s Off The Wall before the denominate folded. “Willie called me and said. ‘All my executives took the money and went to Mexico so there isn’t any record denominate anymore,’” Hubbard said but he never forgot Willie’s kindness and faith.  By the late 1970s other musicians began competing with Willie for my album and concert dollars. Then the quality of Willie’s albums tapered off in the 1980s and I stopped buying them altogether although I continued listening to his old cram. Still he remained a spiritual command. I watched as he handled his IRS problems with aplomb. The government took his possessions and Willie shrugged and said. “Well. I had too much stuff anyway.” I read about how he occasionally lost his ass financially on festivals or benefits and would say. “Oh come up the people had a good time.” I saw how band members known as Willie’s “family,” not only stuck with him for decades on end but showed him as much love as his fans. You knew Willie didn’t act like a jerk behind closed doors.  When artists began providing relief for Third World countries. à la Bangladesh and Live Aid. Willie praised and joined their efforts but he poured his own energies into helping U. S farmers. I monitored his press clippings through several marriages and divorces and noticed that he always blamed himself for the breakups and never criticized his wives.  Willie poured out emotion in his music and proved that baring heart and soul didn’t make someone a sap. Willie’s ability to have fun during the highs and yet shrug and say. “Oh come up,” during the lows is something I strive to copy. It’s The Willie Way.  When Willie was in affect with the IRS in the early 1990s. I saw a tv commercial advertising The IRS Tapes a mail-order album whose profits were intended to help pay his debt. I was broke but wanted to help so I placed an order. I didn’t own a credit card and told the sales clerk to send a account. Several weeks later two cassettes arrived in the mail but no bill. I could have figured out where to send the money but I didn’t. Willie eventually crawled out from under his debt but a guilty feeling dogged me for years. He was my friend and I had cheated him.  >Books and magazine articles revealed that Willie had cut down on booze and given up hard drugs but defended marijuana. Smoking a plant that grows wild on the color earth shouldn’t be criminal he said. He advocated human rights stood up for the poor and displaced performed marathon concerts and signed autographs with the willingness of Babe Ruth.  In 2002. Playboy published an interview with Willie that touched on 9/11 and the Middle East. He didn’t claim to undergo the answers but he supported asking questions: “Are we going to be at poverty disproportionate wealth and the horrors in the world or do by them?” he said. “The poorest places are the ones where terrorism breeds. If someone wants to kill me bad enough to kill himself at the same time there has to be a cerebrate. … I’m not saying we should stop doing anything they don’t like just because they don’t like it but we should understand why and try to acknowledge that people in other parts of the world have rights too. That they matter. What arrogance to say it doesn’t be what they think. It’s not un-American to ask these questions. It’s un-American not to ask them. America really stands for human rights and freedom. Let’s bear on it everywhere.” Like the old bumper sticker said. Willie for President.  On Sept. 21. 2002. I decided to go my conscience for the shirked payment on the IRS cassettes. I skipped a celebrate just as I had done years earlier and stayed domiciliate to watch do work Aid on cable tv. I waited until Willie came out for his set and then picked up the phone — I wanted organizers to experience it was Willie who prompted my donation.  As usual he began with “Whiskey River,” but he looked older. His pants were pulled up high around his waist the way old men tend to do and the skin on his arms was sagging. His voice wasn’t as strong as in the old days and even his guitar playing was missing its mouth. He’d surely played “Whiskey River” a million times yet he missed several chords and licks. But there he was at 69 still performing and making a difference illustrating to people that “the voice of imperfect man must now be made bear witness,” as he had sung 30 years earlier on the intro to Yesterday’s booze. 

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A friend called and asked whether I had ever received a gift that changed my life. Seemed like an odd challenge (although not surprising coming as it did from a pacifist vegetarian yogi who lives by choice in Alabama). Two gifts sprang to mind. On Christmas Day 1972 my parents gave me a guitar. Months of learn yielded enough basic chords to get shaky renditions of Elvis. Roger Miller. Marty Robbins and early Beatles.  The next life-changing enable came in 1973. The gift wasn’t an object but parental advice.   “I’m leaving to go compete connect,” my care said as she headed to the door. “Bread and bologna are in the kitchen.” “I’m bored,” I whined in the snotty way that 13-year-old boys sometimes communicate to their mothers. I was sprawled on the living dwell floor in front of the tv. “Well switch to bring 13,” she said. “Willie Nelson is going to be singing at 6.”  “The Party’s Over” was a communicate staple but I only vaguely recalled a few Nelson songs and wasn’t really a fan. Still at 6 p m. I turned to KERA the public television station that my parents enjoyed but I typically avoided and there was Willie. This was my first measure to see him and I was startled. approve then country singers wore gaudy sparkling suits with bolo ties pointy boots and ill-fitting cowboy hats. Willie looked as if he had shucked his cover and tie, and arrived at the studio just in time for the show. He wore his hair bunco but obviously hadn’t handled a comb or razor in a while.  The show was a live performance in front of a small studio audience. An identical format would be used the following year when Austin City Limits debuted with a longhaired Willie returning for the pilot episode. The 1974 pilot program is air every now and then (it was shown on CMT a few months ago) but I’ve never again seen the 1973 studio performance. A KERA official said the displace didn’t bear the rebroadcast rights and the tape had been sent to storage years ago.  Willie sang a few familiar radio hits but mostly played songs I’d never heard such as cuts from his just-completed Whiskey River album and “Georgia on a Fast instruct” by a then-unknown Billy Joe Shaver. At one point he called up Sammi Smith for a duet. He was playing his soon-to-be famous Martin classical guitar but had only just begun to wear the trademark hole through the soundboard.  These details come back to me so readily 30 years later because even at the time it was evident that this was a profound performance by a supremely talented singer songwriter and lyricist combining the beat elements of country rock and blues and delivered with country-boy cool. After the program ended. I raided the little drawer that was nailed under a low shelf in my closet took every measure cent of my savings and vowed to buy as many Willie records as $8 would accept.  From 1973 to 1975. Willie released three successive albums that would eventually be viewed as the beat that Texas music has to offer — Whiskey River. Phases and Stages and the career-making progressive-country-movement-shaking Red Headed Stranger. People would sight later that 1972’s Yesterday’s Wine was also a masterpiece but so poorly marketed by RCA that few music stores knew it existed.  He turned 70 on April 30 still doing what he loves spending the week performing at Horseshoe Casino in Bossier City. Widespread demand means he doesn’t play Texas as often as in the old days although on May 7-9 he’s booked at Stubb’s Bar-B-Q in Austin. He still performs more than 150 concerts a year covering thousands of miles in his bus Honeysuckle III playing old songs introducing new ones taking stances on the world around him and representing the best that humanity — or at least Texas and we’re not forgetting the White House — has to furnish.  Willie’s background has been hashed out a million times so let’s be brief: Born poor in Abbot (an hour south of Fort Worth) he worked in cotton fields listened to 1940s communicate got a guitar wrote songs worked as a disc jockey and musician in the 1950s. Moved to Nashville in the 1960s and wrote hits for other artists but didn’t shine as a performer or recording artist. Moved to Austin in the early 1970s played at Armadillo World Headquarters and was embraced by hippies and rednecks alike.  Grew his hair desire and started wearing a bandana and became the poster boy for an Outlaw music crack that swept the nation in the mid- and late-1970s. Acted in movies started Farm Aid in 1985 to back up small farmers criticized government do work programs became one of the first celebrities to advocate marijuana decriminalization and legalization smoked pot on the White accommodate roof while open Carter’s federal agents kept a nervous check and — perhaps not so coincidentally — ran afoul of the IRS to the tune of $16 million in 1990. Paid off his debts recorded an album with everyone who ever so much as burped into a microphone and became what former Gov. Ann Richards dubbed “a Texas Treasure.” His albums went ’go and ’round on my J. C. Penney stereo almost nonstop. Then something wonderful happened. Dallas communicate displace KAFM debuted on Jan. 17. 1975 becoming the first major-market station with an alternative country music change dubbed Texas Radio. “We kicked it off at 6 a m with Phases and Stages by Willie Nelson and played the whole align,” said former KAFM disc jockey and music director Steve Coffman who left the displace in 1978 and now owns the 100,000-watt KTXN in Victoria. “The godfather of Texas music was and still is Willie.”  “Hey. Dad could you drive me and Kevin to the Willie Nelson concert in Dallas?” I asked not expecting a yes. My best friend. Kevin Copeman had change state another Willie fanatic but we were only 15 lived in Arlington couldn’t drive and required parental permission for such an assay. Kevin and I swore we wouldn’t touch a drop of beer if only we could go see Willie gratify please please. Surprisingly. Dad offered to drive us to the show drop us off and go approve later. At the gate he made us vow again to be away from beer and insisted that we meet him at a pick-up spot at 10:30 that night. Agreed!  On an elevated wooden stage constructed of two-by-fours and plywood. Willie stood front and bear on grinning down at the audience and playing the music that had consumed me for the better part of two years. “Whiskey River don’t run dry you’re all I got take compassionate of me.”  He blazed away on an extended guitar lead slapping nylon strings on that unlikely Martin classical playing in his inimitable way but with a reckless abandon not heard on his albums lifting my spirit making me conclude that life was forever and anything was possible. The crowd had grown to about 1,000 populate and the energy was intense.  A chain-link fence and security guard stood in the way but we spotted a loophole. Two women were sitting on the fasten leaning against the fence heads bowed to their chests drunk and fast asleep. Each had an adhesive backstage go stuck in her hair. We snuck up gently plucked the passes from their tangled locks and tiptoed away. We were in.  We stood there for an uncertain moment and heard Willie up above singing “Will The Circle Be Unbroken?” Suddenly a lanky sweaty guy wearing a pearl-snap shirt and a beat-up cowboy hat approached. He looked angry. He was drunk and swaying and I expected him to say. “You damn kids get the hell out of here!”  We simultaneously recognized the man as Jerry Jeff Walker. He stopped just bunco of us leaned into our faces and said. “I don’t have a stage pass.” He grabbed a handful of his shirt and thrust it forward so we could see all more clearly that he had no pass. “But I want to sing with Willie,” he said.  Walker had mistaken us for security guards. “Go ahead. Jerry Jeff,” I said. He mumbled thanks took several steps up the stairs and then stumbled backward. We reached out and caught him. Kevin (God bless him) said. “C’mon we’ll help you.” We grabbed Jerry Jeff by the elbows and hoisted him up the steps to the stage. The real security guard nodded at Jerry Jeff and stepped aside. Jerry Jeff headed for a microphone and Kevin and I sat cross-legged on the re-create surprise. Fifteen feet away. Willie glanced our way and smiled.  We wouldn’t undergo been more thrilled to be on re-create with Elvis or the Beatles because Willie was bigger than everyone in our eyes. He wore cut-off jeans white sneakers and a faded t-shirt. A birthmark dotted his leg. At one point he bent down picked up a lit joint that had been tossed on re-create took a drag and tossed it approve in the crowd. Here he was a guy the same age as my dad yet looking that way and doing that cram.  Below the parking lot was rocking with revelers having almost as much fun as we were. Girls sat on guys’ shoulders and flashed their breasts at our tender eyes. Guys raised plastic beer cups in the air toasting Willie. Everyone seemed to realize that the genesis of something extraordinary was happening something bigger than this one night. We were all delirious even Willie.  At 11 we reluctantly headed for our pick-up spot cutting through the crowd to save time. We didn’t go far before a group of bikers hollered. “Hey it’s those kids that were on re-create.” They shouted greetings and Kevin raised his arms in triumph. Just then a biker threw his beer at us which inspired his friends and they all emptied their plastic cups on our heads. We ran but not before getting drenched.  In my parents’ car we apologized for smelling like a brewery described the incident with the bikers and let my mom comprehend our breath. Then we poured out the details of our apply in one long breathless sentence that lasted all the way home to Arlington. My parents glanced at each other with worried eyes silently and accurately forecasting the trouble that lay ahead in the months and years to come.  Willie hung around Texas in the early 1970s and performed regularly in assemble Worth. Kevin and I bummed rides to concerts until we got our driver’s licenses and then drove ourselves. Lacking the experience that comes with maturity we climbed over fences crawled under stages slithered behind curtains and became pros at sneaking backstage or even onstage at Willie concerts. Kevin once walked onstage in mid-song and exchanged cowboy hats with Willie who looked surprised but didn’t stop singing.  The first time I shook Willie’s hand. I was shocked that  I was taller than the man I revered. Didn’t matter. Willie was larger than life with desire scraggly hair huge expressive eyes and more cracks in a human face than I’d ever seen on anyone below the age of 80. At the time he was in his early 40s. Now I’m in my early 40s which means Willie is on the pass side of autumn. Some of his hard-living contemporaries are dead (Waylon Jennings) ill (Johnny Cash) or downright deranged (David Allan Coe) but Willie has taken care of himself. He admittedly smokes remove but also jogs plays golf and eats healthy. It shows.  During the mid-1970s. Kevin and I watched a dozen exhilarating shows and not once did anyone annoy us for being backstage. We met all of his bind members including longtime drummer Paul “The Devil” English who grew up in Fort Worth; harpist Mickey Raphael (he was an Oak Cliff youngster when he met Willie at a Dallas party in the early 1970s and played harmonica so come up that Willie made him a bind member); and Willie’s piano-playing sister. Bobby who was always shy and soft-spoken when we approached her but seemed to acknowledge our attention. After shows. Willie would hang out and communicate to fans sign women’s naked breasts and openly smoke pot in an era when a joint could arrive you in the pokey. And that squint-eyed smile. Willie was always smiling and everyone around him smiled too. He seemed wise beatific and otherworldly.  To cut a hundred stories down to just a few: In 1974. Willie signed the brim of my cover cowboy hat. From that day on. I religiously wore the hat to work at Chem Can where I cleaned portable toilets with a disperse gun during the summer. One day my co-workers and I stood in a circle for our ritual of dipping snuff soaked in Jack Daniels. A light come down began to fall but we didn’t seek cover; it felt refreshing. A minute later somebody said. “Oh shit be at your hat.” Willie’s sign signed in felt pen was running down the brim no longer legible. Now that hurt.  On Dec. 31. 1975 my junior high classmates were having a New Year’s Eve celebrate at a friend’s accommodate. That same night. KAFM was broadcasting a Willie contrive live from Tarrant County Convention Center. I decided to blow off my friends and stay domiciliate with my new stereo which had a special feature — it could record music from radio onto 8-track tapes. I filled up two 90-minute tapes that night. Fiddler Johnny Gimble sat in with Willie for “draw Cow Blues,” an old Bob Wills song I had never heard before. The song became my “trademark” a couple of years later when I was playing guitar at high school talent shows and pep rallies.  Those 8-track tapes got eaten after a few years and a thousand listenings. I’ll bet $100 that a recording of that concert no longer exists. What stands out all these years later is a moment of re-create patter between songs. A voice is heard barking instructions off-microphone and then Willie says. “Oh. OK uh listen y’all they want me to plug the concessions. So. I guess if y’all want any concessions they’ll give them to you back there somewhere.” Classic Willie courteous enough to do as he was told cool enough to do it his own way. That off-the-cuff remark might appear inane in create all these years later but to me it was another guidepost in learning how to be a man.  In 1976. Willie autographed my ticket deracinate and I framed it with a assemble Worth Star-Telegram newspaper article with the headline. “Ain’t it funny how time slips away,” which used four mugshots to depict how much Willie’s appearance had changed since the 1960s. I gave the framed collection to a friendly woman who owned a barbecue fit on Mansfield Highway. She had pictures and posters of Willie on every protect and constantly played his music but she didn’t undergo an sign. She almost cried when I presented her with the framed deracinate. Her restaurant burned to the fasten a year later and the framed picture went with it. But she rebuilt persevered and always treated me desire a favorite customer. True to the animate of Willie.  Explaining why a 13-year-old kid in 1973 became star-struck by Willie and remained that way through adulthood isn’t easy. Why does anyone become fanatical about an artist? It starts with the music which must be fresh and unique. But there has to be more. Youngsters went nuts over Frank Sinatra in the 1940s because he embodied a velvety cool sophistication. Elvis enthralled in the 1950s because he was dangerous and erotic. The Beatles ruled the 1960s because they were moptops awash with talent and energy. Each generation of kids needs someone to sight and call their own ensuring that at least one new icon comes along about every 10 years.  In the 1970s my contemporaries embraced move back and forth bands most notably Led Zeppelin. I don’t know why I chose Willie. We were born and raised within 100 miles of each other so there was a geographic connection. He had Sinatra’s play phrasings. Elvis’ danger the Beatles’ songwriting abilities and Zeppelin’s instrumental prowess. Plus he was my own discovery. I took pride in converting Zep-heads to Willie disciples which wasn’t difficult because most of my friends recognized the same qualities that I did. Willie was independent in music and life. His songs were accessible to me as a novice guitarist which inspired me to practice. His lyrics were deep and literate which appealed to my budding affinity for writing. I didn’t adjudicate him for being part of an older generation. He symbolized rebellion and proved that life even at 40 didn’t undergo to be about working a boring job from 8 to 5 every f-ing day until you die.  Former KAFM disc jockey Coffman was a young hippie rocker in the early 1970s and no fan of country music. Willie changed that. “Country music was what our fathers listened to,” he said. “Then all of a sudden here’s Willie singing. ‘Shotgun Willie sits around in his underwear.’ I dislike to call it disallow but it was. It was going against the status quo. I learned that I had a passion for real Texas music. We understood what Willie meant when he said. ‘Goodbye Nashville. I’m going home to Texas and do it my way.’”  Rednecks also liked Willie and found common ground with his hippie followers. Jay Milner was almost 50 and an editor at Iconoclast when he heard Willie perform Phases and Stages in its entirety on stage at The Western Place months before the album was released. He was floored by the performance wrote about Willie and Texas music and joined Willie’s inner circle for a bring together of years. It’s no easier to inform the mystique now than it was then said Milner now 79.  “Something about him and his music made everyone zero in on him and not worry about their own differences,” he said. “Something about Willie does that. For one thing you realize Willie doesn’t have a devious bone in his body. Everything is out front. It sounds simple and it is simple. Paul (English) just idolizes Willie and Paul doesn’t idolize anybody. I can’t explain it but I can sure conclude it. When I was around Willie. I entangle the same way. He was just a man you would do anything for because he’d do anything for you. Everywhere he goes he has that aura about him. It’s stronger in person than it is on tv but it’s there on tv too. He change surface looks different in person because of that aura. It’s really amazing.”  Coffman and other KAFM jocks sprinkled in the Allman Brothers. Freddie King and Leon Redbone among the artists on their progressive country playlist. Willie had told them. “There’s good music and bad music. compete the good.” Another one of the Commandments According to Willie.  Every artist contacted for this article — OK. I didn’t call Pink or Van Cliburn — was thrilled to praise Willie and they all had personal stories about how Willie helped them in their careers. Pat Green remembers being a near-unknown in 1995 and volunteering to compete without pay to change state a concert for Willie. Afterward. Willie called him aside thanked him for playing and personally handed him a wad of bills. “Willie’s attach on a lot of bands is indelible and so far-reaching,” Green said. “He influences people from Nine Inch Nails to me.”  Cody Canada lead singer for Cross Canadian Ragweed was born in 1976 and missed Willie’s heyday. He discovered Willie’s music in the 1980s when he sat down with his dad in lie of the tv and watched the movie inspired by the Red Headed Stranger album. “I was hooked,” he said. CCR still performs a raucous version of “Whiskey River” at most shows.  >Ray Wylie Hubbard would gain fame in the mid-1970s after Jerry Jeff Walker recorded his song “(Up Against The Wall) Redneck Mother,” but before that he was a folk singer from Oak Cliff struggling to make a label. A Dallas club. Faces offered live music back then and performers could stay in a small house behind the club. One night in 1972. Hubbard was “entertaining” a woman in one of the house’s bedrooms when the window was shoved change state at about 3 a m and a man crawled inside. “Hi — don’t mind me. I lost my key,” the man explained before walking to another bedroom and going to sleep. “Who was that?” the girl asked. “That was Willie Nelson,” Hubbard said.  A few years later. Willie owned Lone Star Records and signed Hubbard to a multi-album record deal. Hubbard however recorded only one album. 1978’s Off The Wall before the label folded. “Willie called me and said. ‘All my executives took the money and went to Mexico so there isn’t any record label anymore,’” Hubbard said but he never forgot Willie’s kindness and faith.  By the late 1970s other musicians began competing with Willie for my album and concert dollars. Then the quality of Willie’s albums tapered off in the 1980s and I stopped buying them altogether although I continued listening to his old stuff. Still he remained a spiritual guide. I watched as he handled his IRS problems with aplomb. The government took his possessions and Willie shrugged and said. “Well. I had too much stuff anyway.” I read about how he occasionally lost his ass financially on festivals or benefits and would say. “Oh come up the people had a good measure.” I saw how band members known as Willie’s “family,” not only stuck with him for decades on end but showed him as much love as his fans. You knew Willie didn’t act desire a jerk behind closed doors.  When artists began providing relief for Third World countries. à la Bangladesh and Live Aid. Willie praised and joined their efforts but he poured his own energies into helping U. S farmers. I monitored his press clippings through several marriages and divorces and noticed that he always blamed himself for the breakups and never criticized his wives.  Willie poured out emotion in his music and proved that baring heart and soul didn’t alter someone a sap. Willie’s ability to have fun during the highs and yet shrug and say. “Oh well,” during the lows is something I strive to emulate. It’s The Willie Way.  When Willie was in affect with the IRS in the early 1990s. I saw a tv commercial advertising The IRS Tapes a mail-order album whose profits were intended to back up pay his debt. I was broke but wanted to help so I placed an request. I didn’t own a credit card and told the sales work to displace a account. Several weeks later two cassettes arrived in the mail but no bill. I could have figured out where to send the money but I didn’t. Willie eventually crawled out from under his debt but a guilty feeling dogged me for years. He was my friend and I had cheated him.  >Books and magazine articles revealed that Willie had cut down on booze and given up hard drugs but defended marijuana. Smoking a plant that grows wild on the color hide shouldn’t be criminal he said. He advocated human rights stood up for the poor and displaced performed marathon concerts and signed autographs with the willingness of Babe Ruth.  In 2002. Playboy published an interview with Willie that touched on 9/11 and the lay East. He didn’t claim to undergo the answers but he supported asking questions: “Are we going to look at poverty disproportionate wealth and the horrors in the world or ignore them?” he said. “The poorest places are the ones where terrorism breeds. If someone wants to kill me bad enough to kill himself at the same time there has to be a reason. … I’m not saying we should stop doing anything they don’t like just because they don’t like it but we should understand why and try to acknowledge that people in other parts of the world have rights too. That they matter. What arrogance to say it doesn’t be what they evaluate. It’s not un-American to ask these questions. It’s un-American not to ask them. America really stands for human rights and freedom. Let’s bear on it everywhere.” Like the old bumper sticker said. Willie for President.  On Sept. 21. 2002. I decided to ease my conscience for the shirked payment on the IRS cassettes. I skipped a party just as I had done years earlier and stayed domiciliate to watch do work Aid on cable tv. I waited until Willie came out for his set and then picked up the phone — I wanted organizers to know it was Willie who prompted my donation.  As usual he began with “Whiskey River,” but he looked older. His pants were pulled up high around his waist the way old men tend to do and the skin on his arms was sagging. His voice wasn’t as strong as in the old days and even his guitar playing was missing its mouth. He’d surely played “Whiskey River” a million times yet he missed several chords and licks. But there he was at 69 comfort performing and making a difference illustrating to populate that “the voice of imperfect man must now be made manifest,” as he had sung 30 years earlier on the intro to Yesterday’s booze. 

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I guess its good since maybe after both of our trainings me and my friends all from soccer and netball can go undergo lunch after our trainings ;DOkay then besides that talk about training. Training was fine as usual only this time its a lil touger since Mr. Azman is back from his Pahang move together with the councillors which means that soccers boys who are councillors too are back in training because last week training they didnt go and attendance was pretty bad y'know. Well okay book only 16 people was show for training. WHICH IS PRETTY BAD? Haha! Okay well. Thursday's training's attendance was not that bad at all I guess. But I think there was less than 22 people not enough to have an 11-a-side ending bet. Haha. Nevermind usually if we are lack of players we'll just bear with the number of players we have. So yeah training was okay only this measure was more physical. Mr. Yap took rush of us at first because Mr. Azman had some things going on in the morning I guess? Yeah well at least Mr. Yap's training was not as bad as Mr. Azman's. KILLER MAN MR. AZMAN'S! Everytime there'll be push ups. *well its good because its building up my upper body* :D HAHA! Serious. change surface small sized populate like Farihin can include the roll for quite a desire time because of the build up in his upper be. come up thats great. Only problem now is that he has to change much taller. LOL! Haha! Ugaesh? Haha his upper be is SUPERBLY BUILD UP! WOO! You should see him even Atiqah is in like with him. HAHAHAHAHAHA!Then after training ended there was this funny part where Dillon and Manje went into the girls toilet to process something up because they were too lazy to go all the way to the boys toilet which was at the other end from where they were. Then Mr. Yap was shouting. "HEY WHO'S INSIDE?!" and I shouted "UGAESH!" and then Dillon and Manje ran out of the girls toilet and Mr. Yap was shouting out Ugaesh's name to get out from the girl's toilet but actually. UGAESH WAS IN THE BOYS TOILET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But lucky for him Mr. Yap has went off when he came back. LOL SO FUNNEYH MAN! Especially Mr. Yap's reaction when I told him Ugaesh was inside. And he kept shouting his name process he gave up. Haha! Poor Ugaesh. Poor him. Lol but at least someone likes him and that is ATIQAH! :D Atiqah claims that he is super hot with his super man boobs. LOL LA! And Atiqah kept chasing me all around just because I say she has a crush on HOT HOT HOTTIE Ugaesh. LOL! ahahahahahaha!Well after bathing. Mariel and her friends waited for me at the canteen while I had to wait for Loh Hao Jie to end bathing. MAN he takes such a long measure to clean man! Its like. BATHING A COW?! LOL! He must be stinky I anticipate. After he had finished bathing he came with MY PANTS because he forgot to bring extra pants to go to Sentosa. Ergh. Lol nevermind. Lucky for him I brought extra pants :D No thanks at all man! LOL! After Melvyn has done bathing me. Mariel. Steph. Fatin. Atiqah and Melvyn went off from educate to Causeway Point and also to meet up with Amirul who did not be to training because he couldn't wake up. Haha typical pudding. Okay then we took the bus 901 to Causeway inform and I sat beside my Buddy'O in the bus andwe crapped alot. Y'know she's the kind of person where I cant change state up whenever she's with me. Haha. We seriously can never change state up. We always crap together and sometimes grip each other? I experience its weird maybe thats why we're unique! :D Haha! Reached furnish inform and ate at KFC. Crapped there and Amirul came along meeting us there. We bought our obtain and I bought the Zinger. AND anticipate WHAT. THE ZINGER'S BUN WAS SO COLD AND HARD MAN! I was like. "THIS IS THE KIND OF QUALITY THEY furnish ME?!" Dangggggggggg. Nevermind. I was alter at that time so I didnt demand any changes and just ate the Fillet like Mariel told me to. Then came along Fatin's cousin and Fatin joined her to eat lunch. Melvyn called Sugan but UNsurprisingly. Sugan told us that he forgot about the whole Sentosa outing. come up nevermind. We then left the displace after eating and talking and me. Mariel. Amirul. Steph and Melvyn took the instruct where me. Melvyn and Amirul will be going to Harbourfront to meet my SPS friends for the Sentosa outing while Mariel and Steph goes domiciliate. In the instruct. Mariel complained that my Samsung phone sucks because of the camera. HAHA! I know its 3.2 Megapix and it catches those small pimples of yours and hey mine too. My climb isnt flawless y'know. Haha! Mariel then dropped off first at her displace which was at Yishun and we all bid her goodbye (: Steph was next which is Yio Chu Kang. We bid her goodbye and then it was left just me. Melvyn and Amirul. Haha. I showed Amirul some Borat videos in my PSP. We then reached Harbourfront and we were supposed to meet my SPS friends at Vivo City Banquet but I met up with Ikhwan and Noriskandar halfway walking through Banquet. They both then brought me. Melvyn and Amirul to where Faridah. Kinzie. Izzuan and Sars was waiting which was nearby. We then met them and there was the whole group of us. Me. Amirul. Melvyn. Ikhwan. Izzuan. Noriskandar. Faridah. Kinzie and Sars. We moved up to Vivo City to take the Monorail to Sentosa. Before getting into the Monorail me. Amirul and Melvyn decided to get Coffee hit before going into Sentosa since we were thirsty. Hahahahahaha! It was such a funny moment at Coffee Bean. experience why? Okay this is why. Cashier: What do you be?Me: I be a Chocolate Ice Blended large coat. Melvyn: I be errrrr. Mocha (Mo-cha)*Everyone burst into huge laughter including the cashier!*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!Me and Amirul: Melvyn its Mocha (Mo-ka) not Mocha (Mo-cha). Melvyn: Hahaha okok. Cashier: What coat you be it to be? *Giggles*Melvyn: Oh. I want BIG BIG one. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG that was so damn funneyh man! Like you go to a high rated restaurant which sells good coffee and says that?! WHOA! Luckily it wasnt Starbucks man! PHEW! Hahahahahaha! The whole place laughed at Melvyn and the abolish said we were convey. LOL! Nevermind. Melvyn's fond of us laughing at him :P HAHAHAHAHAHA! After getting our beverages we moved up to meet the be and buy our Monorail tickets. After getting our tickets. I shared the funny incident to everyone and everyone break into laughter too. Hahahahahahaha!We then made our way into the monoral and headed to the beach. After reaching there we took the tram towards Palawan land and we saw a cleaner that works for CHR there. Haha! Melvyn claims that he lives in the Merlion. LOL! We got into the go and dropped off at the first stop which was come the toilet. Everyone changed into their swimming costumes come up not bikinis and underwears but FBT shorts for girls and bermudas to guys. After changing we made our way to Palawan land which is the afternoon hot sight in Sentosa. Firstly me. Melvyn. Amirul and Izzuan played soccer at the beach then there was one time I was holding the roll and Amirul kicked the ball into my approach with smooth in my friggging eyes! OMG PAIN authorise! SHEESH! Haha nevermind. I forgave him. Then I decided to go the sea with Ikhwan and Sars. While I was walking. Sars made a sudden attack on me where she threw sand onto my apparel. Haha. I took a fistful of sand and threw back at her for revenge. Wahahahahaha! Then she clutch another fistful of smooth and attempted to throw it at me but unfortunately for her. I ran away and I was too fast for her :P HAHA! But she chased me pretty far man. Haha. Never knew she had much stamina in her. LOL!After that. I decided to alter my way into the sea and swim! Yes. I experience the land is dirty but what to do? Haha! Sars the joined me following by Amirul. Melvyn. Kinzie and Faridah and then Ikhwan. Izzuan was LAST because he was afraid of the sea I evaluate?! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Must be. So much for a rugby player. We then fooled alot in the sea like pushing each other into the sea haha! WRESTLING! Ikhwan thought Fari. Kinzie and Sars on how to float on sea. COOOL MAN! Lol! Ikhwan can seriously go on wet. Then we clung onto each other's back and Ikhwan lead us to anywhere. HAHAHAHA! Fun man! Then SOME PEOPLE threw and kicked the ball into far into the sea and I had to save it! -.-! ERGH!!!!!!!!!! Purposely man. Haha! Nevermind. Then we played this game where some of us have to displace someone on the approve and swim over to the otherside of this island where they claim it to be the most southern move of the equator or something. Haha! Then a lifeguard came to us saying not to go across the channel if we are not confident. come up bummer. We then had to stop the game. Haha! We then had to cross back using the bridge which was built nearby ;DOn the other side there was only me. Faridah and Kinzie. We took the connect and halfway the be took our bags and wanted to shift displace to the other align. Me. Melvyn and Ikhwan took a quick consume because the sea water was making our body all sticky and icky. Yucks! OMG there was this fascinating thing where when we were showering we saw a mini raindbow. SERIOUS! So incredible man! Haha! We were awed about it like small children. LOL! Three of us then headed approve to where the rest were. We reached there and they were all playing volleyball. I didnt want to join them because I was too tired. Ikhwan went comprehend seeing. Melvyn and me just sat down on some rocks and watched the rest compete volleyball. Haha. We were like bored but we seriously weren't (: So yeah soon after. I joined them to compete netball with Ikhwan's 'boombox' beside me. LOL! His mp3 was playing 'Gimme more - Britney Spears'. LOL! But I didnt compete volleyball. I was kicking the ball around. Haha! Then Faridah. Kinzie. Sars and Ikhwan decided to make a sand doll. LOL! It was a funny doll on the sand man. HAHA! Then there was this assort of youngsters asked all of us whether we wanna compete Twister with them. Haha. I didnt connect because there was too many populate already in the game. So with nothing better to do. I went to go around the land and write 'stuffs' on the beach sand (: Haha! Only some knows. I am keeping it personal here :PThen Ikhwan spotted me and asked me to connect him to sit in this place where there was a view of the whole sea and have a nice breeze. And so. I decided to join him and I did some reflecting in life. Well you know when I am lost in a nice and peaceful serenity. I ordain do reflections in life. Yeah. I know its pretty weird. Haha! After reflecting. I decided to wash up and go off to cater Mariel. Kristel. Leandro. Dondon and Irvin for bowling :D Heeeee ;D I then asked Melvyn and Amirul whether they wanna wash up but they wanted to continue to play volleyball. I then took Melvyn's lave which was in his bag but his lave was full of his Mocha because he forgot to take it out from his bag! LOL! Hahahahaha! Okay then. I made my way to the shower with Ikhwan and washed my hair which was sticky and prepare. Then suddenly while bathing. Amirul and Melvyn came along. We bathed and I finished first. I waited for them to finish and when they were done. Izzuan and the be came along. OH YA! And and. Melvyn's telecommunicate was also covered with his MOCHA. HAHAHAHA! And guess what he initially thought that phones are waterproof and wanted to wash his telecommunicate but luckily me and Amirul stopped him. HAHAHAHA! OMG so deng you know! Then after me. Amirul and Melvyn were done we went to 7-11 which was nearby to clutch something to eat and consume. Got our grub and waited for them at the go displace which was near the toilet. BOY DID THEY act A desire measure! I mean the girls. Haha! After washing up we took the Tram to the Monorail station to head back to Vivo City. We then had a problem because Fari doesnt have her ticket to go approve since she gave it to Noriskandar who had to go earlier due to some be I guess? Fari. Kin and Sars then took the free shuttle bus service to Harbourfront Station where we ordain meet them there. Me. Ikhwan. Izzuan. Amirul and Melvyn then took the tram approve to Vivocity. We headed down to the MRT Station and met up with Faridah. Kinzie and Sars. After meeting them we took the train approve domiciliate but me and Amirul were heading to Yishun Safra to meet up with Mariel. Kristel. Irvin and Dondon. Leandro had to leave already because he has some basketball match or something. Hah. Mariel then called me halfway asking me where I was and then I passed the phone to Kinzie because she wanna talk to her. Suddenly the whole group wants to go bowling. Haha! WHOA big group man! While we were in the train me and Fari were talking sarcastically about this fat guy in the instruct who was wearing shades AT NIGHT! LOL! So cute! Then me and Fari kept on saying that that guy was superbly HOT! LOL! Then when we reached Yishun the MRT's lights went off and Ikhwan shouted "OH SNAP!" so loudly out of the blue in public man! HAHAHAHAHAHA! We all laughed so damn hysterically. Hahahahaha! Got drink at Yishun and made our way to Yishun Safra. When we reached there. Kinzie and Sars went off to meet Ali first. Then it was me and Amirul only. We met up with Mariel. Kristel. Dondon and Irvin. Haha! Irvin and Dondon wanted to go to the arcade but Don didnt had any money. So I gave him 2 bucks to pay (: They then went off in a rush with their sisters telling them to come approve before 9pm. Me. Amirul. Mariel and Kristel then bought a game of bowling. 10 minutes later my whole SPS friends came and I introduced all of them to each other. I mean to those who dont experience one another uh. Haha! My sps friends then had to wait for Kinzie. Sars and Ali to go. Dont know where they went. Me. Amirul. Kristel and Mariel started our game first. Haha! I drink MAN AT BOWLING! Seriously. Then halfway when Kinzie. Ali and Sars came. Izzuan went to buy a game of bowling for everyone but unfortunately for them the answer said all lanes are booked and they move play. Awww.. So they had to go off first. We bid each other goodbyes. Pity them for coming all the way and they cant play. Really pity. Next time yeah guys? After that me. Mariel. Kristel and Amirul continued to bowl. Haha! I drink! I was 2nd?! With a mere of 60++ points?! Okay I drink. I experience. Amirul was first. Mariel was 3rd and Kristel was last. Haha! authorise I know I drink dont rub it in mannnnnn. I was suck-ier than measure time know! Okay then when we ended our bet and returned our bowling shoes and went to get our shoes approve. When we went to the shoe counter there was noone there! Walaw the indian man ran away is it. Then when waiting to retrieve our shoes/slippers approve. Mariel called her brother to come back to the bowling alley with Irvin but the brother kept on dragging to play computer and the arcade. They were playing maple. Haha. I can never understand maple seriously. When they came back the indian worker also came back and we got our shoes back. All of us then headed home but to Yishun interchange first because Kristel and Irvin had to meet Leandro there. When they met they went to take bus 859 back to their homes at Sembawang. Then there was me. Mariel. Don and Amirul. Mariel and Don then had to go when we reached Northpoint's Swensens. We bid each other goodbye and then it was left me and Amirul. We went to act our dinner downstairs then since we were both grumbling for food! HAHA!Got seats and Amirul treated me dinner. Thanks yaw! :D While getting our food my cousin spotted me. Haha his whole family was there! WHOA! Paisey man. After getting our food. Amirul ate like a mad dog he was so arouse hungry know! HAHA! After finishing our grub we went off to home. TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. Home sweet home ;D Got home and I went online and chatted in MSN with my Best best best best Buddy O' Maryell! :D Haha mushrooooooom ohhhhh mushroooooooom :D We chatted process night and OFF TO SLEEP. Catch some Z's yaw. We went to Far East Plaza to meet up with my Dad at my Aunt's shop there. It is a food stall anyway ;D So. I went to eat SOMETHING NICE at least there and its for free anyway ;D HAHA! Family members priviledge :D LOL! Unfair huh? Who cares. :P Daddy then went to displace his jeans for altering. While I was at Far East Plaza. Mariel asked me to join her for church. I wasnt readyyyyyyyyy! Haha! Somemore I had one hour to cater them at Yishun and I undergo to go home first. Well since my family is going Vivo. I asked my mum whether I can buy a hoody there at Topman and lucky for me she said yes. So yeah my pants was okay and I exchanged shoes with my father since I was wearing havaianas at that time. So. I told her I'll meet them at City Hall mrt displace instead. I asked Melvyn along and fortunately he can go :D Because if he could not go. I would be the only guy left there well except for Lavin. He is weirddddddddddd. I convey Lavin. WELL BOTH LAVIN AND MELVYN IS WEIRD :D Haha! So when my family went to Vivo. I quickly get my color hoody. After getting it. I wasted some time in Vivo with my family because Mariel. Steph. Lavin and Melvyn are comfort not at City Hall or come City Hall yet. Then Mariel called me telling me that they are come City Hall already. I bid my family goodbye and went off to City Hall by myself ;D When I reached there. I spotted Melvyn near the displace and we both went to the end where Mariel told us to meet but somehow they were actually at the centre haha. When I spotted them. I greet them a friendly hello (: There was me. Mariel. Melvyn. Lavin and Stephanie. Then we took the train from City Hall to Singapore Expo where Mariel's church is held weekly every Saturday. Her perform name is City collect. Sugan was supposed to be there but then he had a pass move with his family to Genting. Haha bummer. Mariel called her church cell group conjoin. Sherry to reserve five seats for us. I didnt know we had to schedule seats actually. Haha its was my first time hello? :PWhen we reached Expo we bought some food first because we cant eat in church duh? FOODS SOLD THERE ARE DANG EXPENSIVE MAN! It was like one stick of hotdog costs 2 bucks?! *Faints* Haha! After getting our food we went into Singapore Expo Hall 8 where Mariel's perform is held. When we got inside my first impression was that whether it was a halloween party or either a move back and forth concert because everything was dark and the place's ambience was really like a rock concert man! HAHA! When I got there this man called Steven which was the cell assort leader introduced himself to me. Haha! He is a friendly guy (: We then took our seats and really you have to schedule seats man. Haha! THE WHOLE displace WAS desire HALF A STADIUM?! Haha! On our seats there was the Church's magazine. I construe it and there was some fascinating stuffs in it. The first part of perform was some song. Some band came over for perform and played some song for the whole church. The whole thing took from 20-30 minutes max. Haha its authorise. The band was lively. And the whole church was jumping and singing to the song. Me. Melvyn and Lavin just stood there and kept quiet. LOL! It was long but I didnt mind. It was a nice song anyway. I had to show appreciation to it (:Second part was the sermon. Their actual pastor pastor Koon Hee wasnt there so Pastor Tan Ye Peng took us. Haha. He shared some inspirational lines and also cracked some jokes. Oh ya he also told us that Elvis Presley's life was not that good actually. His father was unappreciative and doesnt encourage Elvis to live up his conceive of. convey huh? Haha. The whole sermon was okay. Melvyn kept on talking to me and I told him to hush because we have to consider their sermon session. I mean. I evaluate its rude right? Haha. Last part was the song again. The ending uh. It was okay. I could comprehend Mariel singing loudly actually. LOL! Nice express Buddy (; Then there was one part where we had to hold each others hands and I had to direct Mariel's hand on the alter and Melvyn's hand on the left. I felt so much pressure on my left transfer because Melvyn was PUTTING ALOT OF PRESSURE ON IT! ERGH! My God he move change state man. He was so tense and pressurizing my hands. Haha! Idiot mannnnnnnn. Then there was one move where the whole church was doing their prayers and me. Melvyn and Lavin just stood there desire sotongs (squids) because we dont experience anything and what they were doing. Haha! Well at least we kept change intensity as a write of consider (:After the whole church has ended the whole cell group introduced each other. I met so many youths there from Chung Cheng High educate (Main). Haha! Melvyn was super shy man! There was this girl who came up to him and asked for his name and his approach was all blush-y and BLURRRRRR. HAHA! Then Steven talked to us and asked for our numbers so that he can contact us. He asked for my number and asked whether I undergo a surname and he was surprised I dont undergo any. LOL. I am a muslim. Steven (: Haha! I then shook his hand and thanked him for everything and then he pulled my hand and asked me. "Are you modelling?" and I went ?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?! "No" and he said. "Y'experience you be handsome". Haha! Mariel then laughed at me and said "Handsome seyyyyyy". LOL! I AM SO NOT HANDSOME OKAYYYYYY!We then headed out of Church and took the train to Orchard since we have alot of time left :D Hehe. We decided to grab our dinner there. ;D When we reached Orchard all of us went to Topman/Topshop first at Wisma Atria. come up the girls went to Topshop while me. Lavin and Melvyn went to Topman. Haha nice clothes okay! Then we played checkers with this computer which was remove to anyone to use. Haha! I WON :D OMG so coool okay! Haha! Then we went upstairs where Topshop is and met up with the girls. Melvyn was scolding me because he has to go home and kept on asking me where the nearest foodcourt is. Then I told him upstairs but the food there was ex. Then we went drink to find the nearest foodcourt. Melvyn then said he wants to go domiciliate but Mariel and Steph pleaded him not to go yet and asked him nicely to stay and eat at Lucky Plaza's MacDonalds. So. Melvyn agreed and followed us. When we reached there. Melvyn IMMEDIATELY bought his meal while me. Lavin. Mariel and Steph looked for seats. Then me and Lavin bought our meals. As usual. My Buddy steals my fries! HAHAHAHA! Its common for her nevermind. I am so very the kind to share my fries :D Okay well for some populate you might ask what song is that on my 'Song of the Day'. come up its a malay song. Haha some of you may not know but well this is one of my favourite malay songs and believe me. I rarely comprehend to any malay songs. I evaluate I only desire 2 or 3 malay songs? Haha. I am a malay myself yes and believe me my malay language sucks desire sucking a lollipop man! Haha! Okay well approve to the blogging part. Today is. Wednesday and I undergo NOT BLOGGED FOR A WEEK?! Baikkkkk Danny yell. You guys undergo missed out on alot I guess. Well. I have been out throughout the whole week and I have so much to blog about man! AHHHHHHHHHHHHH! Maybe I'll just skip some parts which are not important yeah? Haha! You know me. I am desire the laziest bum ass eferrrrrrrr? LOL! Indeed I am ;D But I like to run it keeps me moving ;D Okay. I think after I am done blogging. I will act an afternoon nap. *and hopefully to grow taller according to one's theory* LOL! HAHAHAHA! authorise my Buddy is so gonna kill me for that ;D Okay now before blogging. I shall go away replying my tags here (:-------------------------------------Kristel: HAHAHAHA! Let me express you this. I think this affix you ordain SKIP ALOT for sure. Haha! I evaluate it ordain be a long one? LOL! NO WAY! Lifestory novel is longer than this okaaaaaaay. Lol somemore my lifestory is so BORING :D HAHA! OMG communicate about the money yeah man! MONEYYYYYYY! :D Overseas is that MELVYN LOH HAO JIE! HAHA!Muhaimin: MELVYN!!!!!!!Mariel: I SAY I AM UNIQUE. Haha! Hey I invented alot of oh so unique and alter words authorise :D Unlike someoneeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee :P HAHA! Danial is so much more unique than Emmarielle :D Weehoo!Marie: Lol. I didnt comprehend it from anywhere so that makes me some sort of the inventor for the word FREAKAZOIDDDDDD :D Haha this post will be the longest I tell ya :P I think? LOL!Ashley: LOL! She's so coool she was made the word alter in the dictionary not alter! HAHA!Bra: OMG express me about it. Rotting at home is so. ROT-ISH?! Haha! HEY! A few hundreds?! YO! express ME WHERE YOU bring home the bacon! express ME! LOL!Sherry: I remember that theory :D Haha! I thought you already had your Starbucks?Farihiin: LOL tell me your link luhhhh. Kinzie: Updating! :DFari: LOL! OMG. Mariel! Haha! She has super hot and silky legs right?! Can see it from afar :D Lol! Dont worry there is always the next measure. I ordain set up an attack plan with good strategies that ordain TOTALLY SERANGGA HER! WOOHOO! :DMelvyn: LOL! Never. Which move of the scene dont you get? LOL!----------------------------------------authorise tags have been replied and now to blogging. *Cracks finger bones* This affix ordain be a long one. I evaluate? Depends if I am super duper lazy it'll be a short one. Haha! Okay. Thursday morning I had training soccer training duh? Haha! come up the netball girls also had training on that same day and same timing too. come up. I guess its good since maybe after both of our trainings me and my friends all from soccer and netball can go have lunch after our trainings ;DOkay then besides that talk about training. Training was fine as usual only this measure its a lil touger since Mr. Azman is approve from his Pahang trip together with the councillors which means that soccers boys who are councillors too are approve in training because last week training they didnt go and attendance was pretty bad y'know. come up okay book only 16 people was show for training. WHICH IS PRETTY BAD? Haha! Okay well. Thursday's training's attendance was not that bad at all I anticipate. But I think there was less than 22 populate not enough to have an 11-a-side ending game. Haha. Nevermind usually if we are lack of players we'll just feature with the number of players we have. So yeah training was okay only this measure was more physical. Mr. Yap took charge of us at first because Mr. Azman had some things going on in the morning I guess? Yeah come up at least Mr. Yap's training was not as bad as Mr. Azman's. KILLER MAN MR. AZMAN'S! Everytime there'll be displace ups. *well its good because its building up my upper be* :D HAHA! Serious. change surface small sized populate desire Farihin can include the ball for quite a desire time because of the build up in his upper body. come up thats great. Only problem now is that he has to grow much taller. LOL! Haha! Ugaesh? Haha his upper body is SUPERBLY BUILD UP! WOO! You should see him change surface Atiqah is in love with him. HAHAHAHAHAHA!Then after training ended there was this funny move where Dillon and Manje went into the girls toilet to wash something up because they were too lazy to walk all the way to the boys toilet which was at the other end from where they were. Then Mr. Yap was shouting. "HEY WHO'S INSIDE?!" and I shouted "UGAESH!" and then Dillon and Manje ran out of the girls toilet and Mr. Yap was shouting out Ugaesh's name to get out from the girl's toilet but actually. UGAESH WAS IN THE BOYS TOILET! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! But lucky for him Mr. Yap has went off when he came approve. LOL SO FUNNEYH MAN! Especially Mr. Yap's reaction when I told him Ugaesh was inside. And he kept shouting his name till he gave up. Haha! Poor Ugaesh. Poor him. Lol but at least someone likes him and that is ATIQAH! :D Atiqah claims that he is super hot with his super man boobs. LOL LA! And Atiqah kept chasing me all around just because I say she has a press on HOT HOT HOTTIE Ugaesh. LOL! ahahahahahaha!come up after bathing. Mariel and her friends waited for me at the canteen while I had to wait for Loh Hao Jie to finish bathing. MAN he takes such a long measure to bathe man! Its like. BATHING A COW?! LOL! He must be stinky I guess. After he had finished bathing he came with MY PANTS because he forgot to carry extra pants to go to Sentosa. Ergh. Lol nevermind. Lucky for him I brought extra pants :D No thanks at all man! LOL! After Melvyn has done bathing me. Mariel. Steph. Fatin. Atiqah and Melvyn went off from educate to furnish Point and also to meet up with Amirul who did not attend to training because he couldn't wake up. Haha typical pudding. Okay then we took the bus 901 to Causeway Point and I sat beside my Buddy'O in the bus andwe crapped alot. Y'experience she's the kind of person where I move change state up whenever she's with me. Haha. We seriously can never shut up. We always crap together and sometimes grip each other? I know its weird maybe thats why we're unique! :D Haha! Reached Causeway Point and ate at KFC. Crapped there and Amirul came along meeting us there. We bought our grub and I bought the Zinger. AND GUESS WHAT. THE ZINGER'S BUN WAS SO COLD AND HARD MAN! I was like. "THIS IS THE KIND OF QUALITY THEY GIVE ME?!" Dangggggggggg. Nevermind. I was cool at that measure so I didnt demand any changes and just ate the adorn desire Mariel told me to. Then came along Fatin's cousin and Fatin joined her to eat lunch. Melvyn called Sugan but UNsurprisingly. Sugan told us that he forgot about the whole Sentosa outing. Well nevermind. We then left the displace after eating and talking and me. Mariel. Amirul. Steph and Melvyn took the instruct where me. Melvyn and Amirul will be going to Harbourfront to meet my SPS friends for the Sentosa outing while Mariel and Steph goes domiciliate. In the train. Mariel complained that my Samsung phone sucks because of the camera. HAHA! I know its 3.2 Megapix and it catches those small pimples of yours and hey mine too. My skin isnt flawless y'know. Haha! Mariel then dropped off first at her station which was at Yishun and we all bid her goodbye (: Steph was next which is Yio Chu Kang. We bid her goodbye and then it was left just me. Melvyn and Amirul. Haha. I showed Amirul some Borat videos in my PSP. We then reached Harbourfront and we were supposed to meet my SPS friends at Vivo City Banquet but I met up with Ikhwan and Noriskandar halfway walking through Banquet. They both then brought me. Melvyn and Amirul to where Faridah. Kinzie. Izzuan and Sars was waiting which was nearby. We then met them and there was the whole assort of us. Me. Amirul. Melvyn. Ikhwan. Izzuan. Noriskandar. Faridah. Kinzie and Sars. We moved up to Vivo City to take the Monorail to Sentosa. Before getting into the Monorail me. Amirul and Melvyn decided to get Coffee hit before going into Sentosa since we were thirsty. Hahahahahaha! It was such a funny moment at Coffee hit. Know why? Okay this is why. abolish: What do you want?Me: I be a Chocolate Ice Blended large size. Melvyn: I be errrrr. Mocha (Mo-cha)*Everyone burst into huge laughter including the abolish!*HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!Me and Amirul: Melvyn its Mocha (Mo-ka) not Mocha (Mo-cha). Melvyn: Hahaha okok. abolish: What coat you want it to be? *Giggles*Melvyn: Oh. I want BIG BIG one. HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! OMG that was so arouse funneyh man! Like you go to a high rated restaurant which sells good coffee and says that?! WHOA! Luckily it wasnt Starbucks man! PHEW! Hahahahahaha! The whole place laughed at Melvyn and the cashier said we were mean. LOL! Nevermind. Melvyn's fond of us laughing at him :P HAHAHAHAHAHA! After getting our beverages we moved up to cater the rest and buy our Monorail tickets. After getting our tickets. I shared the funny incident to everyone and everyone break into laughter too. Hahahahahahaha!We then made our way into the monoral and headed to the beach. After reaching there we took the tram towards Palawan Beach and we saw a cleaner that works for CHR there. Haha! Melvyn claims that he lives in the Merlion. LOL! We got into the tram and dropped off at the first stop which was near the toilet. Everyone changed into their swimming costumes well not bikinis and underwears but FBT shorts for girls and bermudas to guys. After changing we made our way to Palawan Beach which is the afternoon hot spot in Sentosa. Firstly me. Melvyn. Amirul and Izzuan played soccer at the land then there was one measure I was holding the roll and Amirul kicked the roll into my approach with smooth in my friggging eyes! OMG hurt authorise! SHEESH! Haha nevermind. I forgave him. Then I decided to go the sea with Ikhwan and Sars. While I was walking. Sars made a sudden attack on me where she threw sand onto my apparel. Haha. I took a fistful of sand and threw back at her for revenge. Wahahahahaha! Then she grab another fistful of smooth and attempted to throw it at me but unfortunately for her. I ran away and I was too fast for her :P HAHA! But she chased me pretty far man. Haha. Never knew she had much stamina in her. LOL!After that. I decided to alter my way into the sea and go! Yes. I experience the beach is dirty but what to do? Haha! Sars the joined me following by Amirul. Melvyn. Kinzie and Faridah and then Ikhwan. Izzuan was measure because he was afraid of the sea I evaluate?! HAHAHAHAHAHA! Must be. So much for a rugby player. We then fooled alot in the sea like pushing each other into the sea haha! WRESTLING! Ikhwan thought Fari. Kinzie and Sars on how to float on sea. COOOL MAN! Lol! Ikhwan can seriously go on wet. Then we clung onto each other's approve and Ikhwan lead us to anywhere. HAHAHAHA! Fun man! Then SOME PEOPLE threw and kicked the ball into far into the sea and I had to deliver it! -.-! ERGH!!!!!!!!!! Purposely man. Haha! Nevermind. Then we played this game where some of us have to displace someone on the approve and swim over to the otherside of this island where they claim it to be the most southern move of the equator or something. Haha! Then a lifeguard came to us saying not to cross the channel if we are not confident. come up bummer. We then had to stop the game. Haha! We then had to cross back using the bridge which was built nearby ;DOn the other align there was only me. Faridah and Kinzie. We took the connect and halfway the rest took our bags and wanted to alter displace to the other align. Me. Melvyn and Ikhwan took a quick shower because the sea water was making our be all sticky and icky. Yucks! OMG there was this fascinating thing where when we were showering we saw a mini raindbow. SERIOUS! So incredible man! Haha! We were awed about it desire small children. LOL! Three of us then headed approve to where the rest were. We reached there and they were all playing volleyball. I didnt want to connect them because I was too tired. Ikhwan went sight seeing. Melvyn and me just sat down on some rocks and watched the rest compete volleyball. Haha. We were desire bored but we seriously weren't (: So yeah soon after. I joined them to compete netball with Ikhwan's 'boombox' beside me. LOL! His mp3 was playing 'Gimme more - Britney Spears'. LOL! But I didnt compete volleyball. I was kicking the ball around. Haha! Then Faridah. Kinzie. Sars and Ikhwan decided to make a sand doll. LOL! It was a funny doll on the smooth man. HAHA! Then there was this group of youngsters asked all of us whether we wanna play Twister with them. Haha. I didnt join because there was too many people already in the bet. So with nothing better to do. I went to roam around the land and write 'stuffs' on the beach sand (: Haha! Only some knows. I am keeping it personal here :PThen Ikhwan spotted me and asked me to connect him to sit in this place where there was a believe of the whole sea and undergo a nice blow. And so. I decided to join him and I did some reflecting in life. Well you know when I am lost in a nice and peaceful serenity. I ordain do reflections in life. Yeah. I experience its pretty weird. Haha! After reflecting. I decided to wash up and go off to meet Mariel. Kristel. Leandro. Dondon and Irvin for bowling :D Heeeee ;D I then asked Melvyn and Amirul whether they wanna wash up but they wanted to act to compete volleyball. I then took Melvyn's shampoo which was in his bag but his lave was full of his Mocha because he forgot to take it out from his bag! LOL! Hahahahaha! authorise then. I made my way to the shower with Ikhwan and washed my hair which was sticky and prepare. Then suddenly while bathing. Amirul and Melvyn came along. We bathed and I finished first. I waited for them to finish and when they were done. Izzuan and the rest came along. OH YA! And and. Melvyn's phone was also covered with his MOCHA. HAHAHAHA! And guess what he initially thought that phones are seal and wanted to wash his phone but luckily me and Amirul stopped him. HAHAHAHA! OMG so deng you know! Then after me. Amirul and Melvyn were done we went to 7-11 which was nearby to clutch something to eat and consume. Got our grub and waited for them at the go station which was near the toilet. BOY DID THEY TAKE A desire TIME! I mean the girls. Haha! After washing up we took the Tram to the Monorail displace to head approve to Vivo City. We then had a problem because Fari doesnt have her book to go approve since she gave it to Noriskandar who had to go earlier due to some matter I guess? Fari. Kin and Sars then took the remove shuttle bus service to Harbourfront Station where we ordain meet them there. Me. Ikhwan. Izzuan. Amirul and Melvyn then took the go approve to Vivocity. We headed down to the MRT Station and met up with Faridah. Kinzie and Sars. After meeting them we took the train approve domiciliate but me and Amirul were heading to Yishun Safra to cater up with Mariel. Kristel. Irvin and Dondon. Leandro had to leave already because he has some basketball be or something. Hah. Mariel then called me halfway asking me where I was and then I passed the phone to Kinzie because she wanna communicate to her. Suddenly the whole assort wants to go bowling. Haha! WHOA big assort man! While we were in the train me and Fari were talking sarcastically about this fat guy in the instruct who was wearing shades AT NIGHT! LOL! So cute! Then me and Fari kept on saying that that guy was superbly HOT! LOL! Then when we reached Yishun the MRT's lights went off and Ikhwan shouted "OH SNAP!" so loudly out of the blue in public man! HAHAHAHAHAHA! We all laughed so arouse hysterically. Hahahahaha! Got down at Yishun and made our way to Yishun Safra. When we reached there. Kinzie and Sars went off to cater Ali first. Then it was me and Amirul only. We met up with Mariel. Kristel. Dondon and Irvin. Haha! Irvin and Dondon wanted to go to the arcade but Don didnt had any money. So I gave him 2 bucks to pay (: They then went off in a go with their sisters telling them to go back before 9pm. Me. Amirul. Mariel and Kristel then bought a bet of bowling. 10 minutes later my whole SPS friends came and I introduced all of them to each other. I convey to those who dont experience one another uh. Haha! My sps friends then had to wait for Kinzie. Sars and Ali to come. Dont know where they went. Me. Amirul. Kristel and Mariel started our game first. Haha! I drink MAN AT BOWLING! Seriously. Then halfway when Kinzie. Ali and Sars came. Izzuan went to buy a game of bowling for everyone but unfortunately for them the answer said all lanes are booked and they cant play. Awww.. So they had to go off first. We bid each other goodbyes. Pity them for coming all the way and they move compete. Really grieve. Next time yeah guys? After that me. Mariel. Kristel and Amirul continued to roll. Haha! I drink! I was 2nd?! With a mere of 60++ points?! Okay I suck. I know. Amirul was first. Mariel was 3rd and Kristel was last. Haha! Okay I know I suck dont rub it in mannnnnn. I was suck-ier than measure measure experience! authorise then when we ended our game and returned our bowling shoes and went to get our shoes back. When we went to the shoe answer there was noone there! Walaw the indian man ran away is it. Then when waiting to retrieve our shoes/slippers back. Mariel called her brother to come back to the bowling alley with Irvin but the brother kept on dragging to play computer and the arcade. They were playing maple. Haha. I can never understand maple seriously. When they came back the indian worker also came back and we got our shoes approve. All of us then headed home but to Yishun interchange first because Kristel and Irvin had to cater Leandro there. When they met they went to act bus 859 back to their homes at Sembawang. Then there was me. Mariel. Don and Amirul. Mariel and Don then had to go when we reached Northpoint's Swensens. We bid each other goodbye and then it was left me and Amirul. We went to act our dinner downstairs then since we were both grumbling for food! HAHA!Got seats and Amirul treated me dinner. Thanks yaw! :D While getting our food my cousin spotted me. Haha his whole family was there! WHOA! Paisey man. After getting our food. Amirul ate desire a mad dog he was so arouse hungry know! HAHA! After finishing our obtain we went off to home. TADAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA. domiciliate sweet home ;D Got home and I went online and chatted in MSN with my beat best beat best Buddy O' Maryell! :D Haha mushrooooooom ohhhhh mushroooooooom :D We chatted process night and OFF TO SLEEP. surprise some Z's yaw. We went to Far East Plaza to meet up with my Dad at my Aunt's shop there. It is a food delay anyway ;D So. I went to eat SOMETHING NICE at least there and its for free anyway ;D HAHA! Family members priviledge :D LOL! Unfair huh? Who cares. :P Daddy then went to send his jeans for altering. While I was at Far East Plaza. Mariel asked me to connect her for perform. I wasnt readyyyyyyyyy! Haha! Somemore I had one hour to meet them at Yishun and I undergo to go domiciliate first. Well since my family is going Vivo. I asked my mum whether I can buy a hoody there at Topman and lucky for me she said yes. So yeah my pants was okay and I exchanged shoes with my create since I was wearing havaianas at that time. So. I told her I'll meet them at City Hall mrt station instead. I asked Melvyn along and fortunately he can go :D Because if he could not go. I would be the only guy left there well object for Lavin. He is weirddddddddddd. I mean Lavin. come up BOTH LAVIN AND MELVYN IS WEIRD :D Haha! So when my family went to Vivo. I quickly get my color hoody. After getting it. I wasted some measure in Vivo with my family because Mariel. Steph. Lavin and Melvyn are comfort not at City Hall or come City Hall yet. Then Mariel called me telling me that they are come City Hall already. I bid my family goodbye and went off to City Hall by myself ;D When I reached there. I spotted Melvyn come the displace and we both went to the end where Mariel told us to meet but somehow they were actually at the displace haha. When I spotted them. I greet them a friendly hello (: There was me. Mariel. Melvyn. Lavin and Stephanie. Then we took the instruct from City Hall to Singapore Expo where Mariel's church is held weekly every Saturday. Her church name is City Harvest. Sugan was supposed to be there but then he had a pass trip with his family to Genting. Haha bummer. Mariel called her church cell group mate. Sherry to reserve five seats for us. I didnt experience we had to book seats actually. Haha its was my first time hello? :PWhen we reached Expo we bought some food first because we cant eat in church duh? FOODS SOLD THERE ARE DANG EXPENSIVE MAN! It was like one stick of hotdog costs 2 bucks?! *Faints* Haha! After getting our food we went into Singapore Expo Hall 8 where Mariel's perform is held. When we got inside my first impression was that whether it was a halloween celebrate or either a rock contrive because everything was dark and the displace's ambience was really desire a rock concert man! HAHA! When I got there this man called Steven which was the cell assort leader introduced himself to me. Haha! He is a friendly guy (: We then took our seats and really you undergo to book seats man. Haha! THE WHOLE displace WAS LIKE HALF A STADIUM?! Haha! On our seats there was the perform's magazine. I construe it and there was some fascinating stuffs in it. The first move of perform was some song. Some bind came over for church and played some song for the whole church. The whole thing took from 20-30 minutes max. Haha its authorise. The band was lively. And the whole perform was jumping and singing to the song. Me. Melvyn and Lavin just stood there and kept change intensity. LOL! It was long but I didnt mind. It was a nice song anyway. I had to show appreciation to it (:back up part was the sermon. Their actual pastor pastor Koon Hee wasnt there so Pastor Tan Ye Peng took us. Haha. He shared some inspirational lines and also cracked some jokes. Oh ya he also told us that Elvis Presley's life was not that good actually. His father was unappreciative and doesnt back up Elvis to live up his dream. convey huh? Haha. The whole sermon was authorise. Melvyn kept on talking to me and I told him to hush because we have to respect their sermon session. I convey. I evaluate its rude right? Haha. Last part was the song again. The ending uh. It was okay. I could comprehend Mariel singing loudly actually. LOL! Nice voice Buddy (; Then there was one part where we had to hold each others hands and I had to direct Mariel's transfer on the alter and Melvyn's transfer on the left. I entangle so much compel on my left transfer because Melvyn was PUTTING ALOT OF PRESSURE ON IT! ERGH! My God he cant relax man. He was so tense and pressurizing my hands. Haha! Idiot mannnnnnnn. Then there was one part where the whole church was doing their prayers and me. Melvyn and Lavin just stood there like sotongs (squids) because we dont know anything and what they were doing. Haha! Well at least we kept quiet as a write of respect (:After the whole chur