by punkofnice 66 Replies latest jw friends
Je. It's only a local band that you wouldn't have heard of. Playing Deep Purple, Black Sabbath and a host of covers. I like to do original material but that's not the nature of the band, and we've discovered that audiences prefer to hear stuff they already know.
Here's my guitar......
Yay,
Thanks Punk. Cool guitar <acting like I know about geetars>>.
My kind of music. Weaned on it.
steve2 - Yes. I agree with you. Your respected friend has a very good point.....I shall store this away to use later.
Crazy - Ditto.
thanks, friends.
We are all stardust.
Hi Punk - nice guitar.
If my memory serves me right, you're also a published author. Are you writing at present or do you have any good ideas?
How are the sales of your books going?
Try not to worry about whether God exists or not, there's nothing we can do about it anyway.
If you're feeling down now, then that means you've got good times to come.
Take care, Punk.
What's the point? I don't know but I have days when I ask myself that. I am eating, drinking and being merry at the moment, or I try my best 😀I liked the song you wrote and sang on your previous thread about your band. You have a good voice.
Never give up never give in! Where the hell is that from. Sneaking suspicion it's from that Star Trek spoof Galaxy Quest. 🚀
Perhaps the point of life is that there is no point? I mean that we can only make the best of each day and use our allotted "threescore & ten" to the best way possible for ourselves and those around us.
I also miss that Hope.. that glorious comfort from believing that as long as I did all the right things, I was a "friend" of the Almighty and had a wonderful eternal future. Sadly, that did not turn out to be true. I still believe in the existence of a God & original creator (not a Genesis literalist) but I do not presume to think he is going to care for me personally.
As Hamlet pondered :
"To die: to sleep;
No more; and by a sleep to say we end
The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a consummation
Devoutly to be wish’d. To die, to sleep;
To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there’s the rub;
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come
When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
.............................But that the dread of something
after death,The undiscover’d country from whose bourn
No traveller returns, puzzles the will
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?"
What's the point?
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