I'm sitting here with my lovely wife, who is currently cutting out photos of our little baby girl for a new picture frame, and trying to collect all that went on this weekend. I got back today around noon, just in time for our Church's BBQ lunch after the service.
Oh, in case I bore you with weekend details so that you only read half of this post, let me put this here. I'm going down, with a band, to Baton Rouge for a solo show on Tuesday, and just talked to Evan, the promoter. I asked him what type of thing we could bring down to help out, his church is helping to host a number of evacuees, and he said Wal-Mart gift cards are really helpful. This lets people get the things they need that might not be provided so generally, whether it's a weird hair-brush, a certain sort of toothpaste, a magazine to clear the mind for a few minutes, whatever... So I'm throwing this out: if you'd like to help me take some down there, I already have a few, just paypal me by early Tuesday morning (I go past Sam's on the way to the airport) and I'll get a slew of $10 gift cards. My paypal address is just my usual andrew@andrewosenga.com. Just put "gift card" in the subject line or something. I promise I'm not scamming anyone, just thought it could be a cool little way for the community around this site to help out a bit.
I'm really excited for this show, I've got to tell you. I've been going through some old Normals tunes and my solo stuff to pick a set list, and I'm just so pumped to be playing these songs with a band again. We're going to rehearse tomorrow, and that alone is getting me giddy. You'd think I never played music ever, the way I'm feeling. So, anyone who has a pile of money and wants to pay for me to bring a band to your club, church, treehouse, back yard, frat party, bar mitzvah, etc... just paypal to the above address. Put "rock" in the subject line.
Anyway, I went down to Houston on Thursday, to learn a valuable lesson about rental cars (mainly, you get what you pay for) (and then you pay about as much anyway...) and then met Cliff, Todd and Garett down at the George R. Brown Convention Center. This place has become the biggest center for evacuees, they call them "guests", in the country. It was incredibly well-run, organized and lovingly encouraging. Barring the probably square mile of inflatable mattresses in their orderly rows on the main floor, it felt like a pretty all right place to be.
They had complete medical facilities up and running, a "store" (everything was free) full of donated clothes, shoes, books, luggage, etc..., a baby "store" with every baby supply imaginable, although they were running low on strollers and could probably still use them if you have any laying around. It seemed to be run, from what I saw anyway, by a joint effort of the Red Cross and Cliff's church Second Baptist. I must admit, I tend to not be the biggest cheerleader for the mega-church team, but when a disaster hits like this, having millions of dollars and tons of staff puts them in an incredible position to do some real good. It was humbling to see.
Anyway, they had rooms set up as playgrounds for kids, they had a library, a beauty salon, rooms of computers for people to find their loved ones, to find jobs, new housing, whatever. It felt like most of these people's needs were really being met there, and although the radio and TV seemed to only show people complaining about how badly they were being treated and things were being run, I saw a lot of smiling kids, relieved parents, families sitting around talking and laughing after a meal...
I don't know why the media tries so hard to make everything everyone does look terrible, but I really don't think it helps. I was amazed at how many people were volunteering, thousands and thousands, and how many white people and black people were talking, hugging, playing together, reading books with eachother's children. We only got to be there a few hours on Thursday and a few on Friday, but it was something I will never forget.
And, please, continue to pray for Cliff. He is really in the thick of a lot of what's going on there, only getting a few hours of sleep a night, but really loving those people, and I'm proud of him. You can pray that he'd get some rest, and be able to still spend some good time with his family, while getting the work done down at the Convention Center.
So... I was saying... oh yeah, my weekend. After leaving ol' George, we headed to a rehearsal space to work on a few tunes for these Fall shows. Our friend Trip is going to be playing bass at a lot of them, so we spent some time on some of the Share the Well songs to be able to put more of them into the set again. We're not giving up on that record!! My sister-in-law Candice is an audiologist and she made me some molded noise-plugs, and they saved my life in that rehearsal. Also, I'm more in love with my Strat than I've ever been before. Thank you, new pickups. Oh, my old vintage ones are for sale if anybody wants them. Both Strat and Les Paul. Just paypal me...
On Friday we played at a youth rally thing outside of Houston. Stephen Baldwin spoke. I won't get into the weirdness of taking brand new Christians and immediately putting them into ministry just because they're kind of famous, when Paul spent a dozen years in the desert after his conversion before he started his ministry. I'll just mention it in that sentence you just read. I'll also mention that I dedicated a song to Keiser Soze. Two points if you get that.
On Saturday we had a new and unique concert experience. A 13-month old girl had her name entered in a radio station contest to get a big, famous Christian band to come and play in your backyard. She won. We turned out to be the band. I'm not sure too many of the people there really had ever heard of us before, but it was pretty fun. There were probably about 25-30 folks there, half of them jr. high girls. We just stood in the backyard and played some tunes with minimal instrumentation. I didn't have an amp so I actually used a POD. Worse than that, it sounded pretty good. I think I'll keep it with me on fly dates from now on, just in case. Dang you digital modeling technology!!!!! Anyway, the backyard concert. Another milestone in a long and illustrious career, if I do say so myself. To prove it to you, here's a picture I took with my camera-phone. That's Cliff in the middle of the "stage". Sweet, huh? I know you're jealous.

So yeah. That was about it. That was in the outskirts of Dallas, and on the way back into Houston we stopped to eat at Pappasito's Mexican Restaurant. Oy, Mama! The Indelible Grace band was in town, so they met us there and we hung out for a while. That was fun. Matthew Smith, Cason, a guy I've met a few times named Trip (two Trips in one weekend!) and a guy sitting in on guitar, I think he was named Ben.
There are no hotel rooms in Houston anymore, so all us NashVillians (I just came up with that, thank you very much...) crashed at Josh's new place. It's been a while since I've done the sleeping bag on the floor thing, but I actually slept really well. I think the book I'm reading about John Adams, while very interesting, really helps knock me out when I need to sleep.
Speaking of, I should head to bed. I get to rehearse tomorrow and spend the rest of the day with my family. I'm a lucky guy. Thanks for reading all of this, and if you're so inclined to send some cash for those gift cards, I'm sure those folks would really appreciate it. Good night.
P.S. I forgot to say that Shaun Groves was on our flight back, and I actually met him for the first time in person. A very nice man. As was his road manager traveling with him. He asked me how often I blogged, said it seemed very erratic. I thought that was really funny. And true. I had to leave in the middle of our conversation, because the bus got to my car, but if he reads this, thanks for asking about Share the Well, and although the sales might not have been all we hoped, I wanted to say that it's been more than successful in raising awareness and encouraging people into missions, and that we've really seen God's hand at work with the record, even though it doesn't always look like it when you're crunching numbers. I didn't want to sound like I wasn't pleased with what was going on with it. Anyway, nice to meet you, man. Let me know if you ever need a guitar player.