Untold Story

Jesus in Dallas

That was in the late Spring of 1983. I felt I was left alone after that. I didn't have the vivid apparitions in dreams afterwards. She told me that she had arranged a few surprises for me in the future. She said there was a guitar solo out there in the future with my name all over it. She told me when I heard it, I had to sing in honor of her memory. I had pronounced and proclaimed, I wasn't singing again until I saw the light in her eyes again. I refused to sing in public or around any ears what so ever. I still sang alone, but never in front of other people. I stopped singing in 1980. My feeling was - there was plenty of other vocalists in the world who had something to sing about. I didn't feel I was going to have anything to sing about again until I met up with her again. Her spirit (prior to her parting) made me promise to sing to that guitar solo. She also made me promise to sing to the other part of her in human form. (Her twin.) She told me I had better promise or she was going to arrange a haunting from some spooky strange spirits -- that would keep me awake at night, with all sorts of strange happenings. I knew Samantha well enough to know -- she would do it. So I promised her spirit I would sing on those two occasions only.

A few years later, I was in Dallas again. It was like the Big D of Texas was my musical Mecca. I had been writing poetry since 1978. Even after Samantha's passing - I continued writing poetry. I finished writing in 1985. I felt I had captured everything I needed to say in my poetic expression. They were spiritual writings. Mystical in a manner that could only be captured in poetry. I titled my last writing "Lords of the Wasteland." The title was a combination of "Lords of the Flies" and "Teenage Wasteland." It had to do with my sexual angst and youth while dealing with the loss of Samantha at such a young age. After I completed the writing and felt it had captured all my feelings - I heard a song coming to me in my heart. It was like "radar love." I was shaking my head and asking my friends,

"Do you hear that? That song? It is like it is coming to me on the wings of the wind."

I continually heard it. Sometimes it was louder than other times. Like I could get close or far from the source. One night - I decided I had to hone in on the sound and follow it to where ever it lead me. It lead me to a district of town called the "Deep Ellum." The blues section of Dallas. I parked my car and followed it to a small club. I walked in and noticed I was the only Caucasian in the joint. Didn't bother me one bit when I looked up and saw this 80, or 90 year old man -- picking out a tune on an electric guitar connected to small amplifier. The old man could have been a hundred. He was old but the tune he was playing sounded fresh, new, and alive. I had often imagined what Samantha would have sounded like if she would have stuck around the world awhile and learned the lessons of her craft. That old man captured my imagination, because I swore he sounded just like I had always imagined Samantha would have sounded like picking out a blues number. I felt like I had walked right through a small little portal door to heaven.

I had felt many spiritual moments in my past -- but never before would I have used the word "religious" experience. I know I walked right into a religious experience. The Stones had a tune about seeing Jesus' face.

I saw Jesus smiling out of that old man's face right back at me. The old man mouthed the words,
"This one's got your name all over it boy. Get up here and get it out."

I don't know how I heard him so clear through all the noise in the place. It was like he spoke right directly to my heart. I remembered my promise to Samantha a couple years prior to that. I knew that was the moment she was talking about. There was still a lot of pain in me about her loss. I got it all out in a blues song that night in the small club there in Deep Ellum. Unlike anything I had ever experienced in my life. It was the most magical moments of my life. I had people in that club crying along with me. I had them laughing with me. I had them dancing with me. I just got it all out unlike I had ever imagined possible. I felt light as a feather afterwards. I knew the truth. Jesus was back in the world of man, hiding out in the Deep Ellum of Dallas, behind the mask of an 80, or 90 year old black man, playing rhythm and blues guitar in a small juke-joint down on the corner.

I knew it more than I knew anything else in this world. I saw it with my own eyes. It was one of those things that you had to be there to understand.

When me and Andy met up - we had some talks about many things. He kept wanting to play me a song on his guitar. I wouldn't even allow him to bring the guitar into my house. I told him all my Rock and Roll stories concerning the sacredness, the holiness, of my experiences and how they related to the love of my life. Not only Rock and Roll -- but the woman whose spirit I considered my wife. After I told him all my tales, I stated to him, "In my mind -- Jesus done came down from heaven and played me a guitar solo -- straight from the request of the one I love dearly and to this day hold true in my heart. Every one of my experiences have topped one another -- leading to the closing of the segment with JESUS making a command performance in my tiny little life. You think you got the MOJO to outdo and upstage Jesus -- and play a song for me in my living room? You think you (little man and all) have the balls big enough to out do that memory?"

Andy took a deep breath. He looked upwards for a brief moment and then said,

"I don't think I have it. I KNOW I have what it takes to out do that memory."

I told him,

"Go get you damn guitar and show me what you got then, --- before you drive me insane. Cause I know now -- you ain't going to give up until you get your way. Any one crazy enough to think they can out do Jesus -- just might be crazy enough to pull it off."

Of course - I already knew Samantha had made arrangements for someone else to come in and top that last performance in the Deep Ellum. I was just curious enough to see if he was going to get the song right. Samantha had already told me what song to expect from the second individual. That night, I will be damned if he didn't get the song right. Samantha was right on both counts. I ended up singing a few songs for Andy for getting the request right. After he played and sang the song for me -- I told him about Samantha giving me foresight to his arrival. I also told him,

"I know your the one she was talking about. I know all the spirits on the other sides are laughing their asses off at me right now. All these years - they said a glimmer twin. I sort took the significance from the Stones. Therefore I was expecting a girl all these years. You know, Mick and Keif are two guys. I was NOT expecting a guy to come into my life and play that song for me. Trust me when I tell you -- God has a sense of humor. When ever me and Samantha do get back together, she is going to have one hell of a laugh on me about this one. For three damn years - she was building me up for this introduction. The whole time, letting me getting away with thinking it was going to be a girl. Six years, I have been building on the idea, her twin was a girl. NOT a GUY!"

Outwardly, they both were short physically but in my eyes inwardly, they both stood over 7 feet tall. Only two people in my life who I knew could climb walls with their feet. Both Andy and Samantha would take off running toward a wall and climb the damn thing to the top. I always thought it was because both of them were so damn short that they got away with it. They could kick the damn ceiling with their feet. Captain Hi-Top always had a different meaning for me. Especially with Andy, because he could do a back flip off the wall. That was always a sight to see. Samantha was only 17 while Andy was 20. So I always figured she hadn't had enough practice into to master the back flip thing.

Remembering Andy

Untold Story

Jesus in Dallas

Remembering Andy