Monday, January 8, 2018

The Boys in the Bar Church Band

First off there are some women in the Bar Church Band too on occasion ... Kris Nilson, Josephine Johnson and our own Jan, Margaret Lewin, JJ ... and honestly speaking anyone who wants to sing is welcome.

Heath Holly brings lots a of women to sing when he comes though he denies having Harem.

But for the most part, every Sunday it's boys in the band.

Anytime you post a group picture you leave people out so let me begin with an apology to Bob Fulton, Ricky Stokes, Tom Cooler, Chip Zulliger, Thomas Oliver, Tom Freeman, Keith Rea, Joey Solomon, Jimmy Cochran and even founding Bar Church members Davy Cahill, Gordon Hill and Sam Adams ... none of you are in the photo.

It wasn't on purpose.

It  was because I had a spontaneous, perhaps Divine call from God, that we need an album cover.

No other Church has an album cover of their band in a Bar!

Very clearly as Clark Byron tuned his guitar in the middle of Monty Park's song while Tommy Hall figured out the lead, the Lord saith, "Thou Shalt takest a picture of the band after Church with half of you behind the bar and other half in front holding their instruments ... thus saith the Lord."

To which I prayerfully reply, "What?"

Thunder rolls and lightning strikes somewhere in the distance.

"Take a picture of the band!" the Lord snaps.

So we did.

I have to say I like it a lot.

It looks like the Allman Brothers came to Church which is pretty righteous.

I have no idea why the Lord wanted us to do this but SHE did.

It's probably for a poster in Heaven St. Peter can refer to at the Pearly Gates with the warning "NO ENTRY."

Who knows?

I only occasionally question the Lord ... every other minute or so.

But ... when we don't have our head up our asses ... damn we have fun in Bar Church!

And I swear the Lord smiles and people are blessed.

Maybe not!

But for a little while every Sunday morning, we lift as joyful a noise as we can manage, feed the hungry with a Potluck on a Pool Table, drink coffee among other things, eat cake and tap our foot.

And for a minute anyway, no one feels as lost as when they came in.

Except the tourists.