Praise And Worship ... For Real

So, it's official, Mr. Young is taking the band director job at Vinita. Good luck sir, you taught me well.

But on to other news...there isn't any.

Today was good, I went to 314 with Renee. It was pretty much a huge tease since I didn't get to play. They had a band from New Hope there, they were a good praise and worship band, which is what ColorBlindRed is meant to be, but they were much different. I'm guilty of not making praise and worship what it should be. But in saying that, I'll have to bring down Alex and Luke with me. I think that sometimes we try too hard to be liked musically. We put solos and breakdowns in almost every song and forget to concentrate on what's important: praising God. As a p&w band, we have a mission: bring listeners to a praise and worship zone that bring them closer to God. We did that at Falls Creek last year, and the feeling I got afterward was a huge reward. I enjoyed doing it, and I felt like I had accomplished something. Since then we've gotten more talented, which is a gift from God, and in turn we should have used it to make the PRAISE and the WORSHIP better...not to make people like us a little more because we sound like one of their favorite secular bands.

The band I heard tonight was no Taking Back Sunday, Nickelback, or Hawthorne Heights (those three were picked at random, and in fact, I'm only a big fan of one of them), but they led every single person in that building into a heavenly state. They were closer to Jesus, and I want to be able to do that. Sure, we could do it at church camp, but just about any band could do that. The Christ-like energy that flows through Falls Creek is enough to make anyone feel like they're going to leave that place and become the next martyr for Christ. I want to be able to take that kind of energy everywhere we play and let it flow freely. I'm just a simple drummer, I haven't even begun to tap into what God has for me, but I do know what I need to give back to him...and in my last month as a member of CBR, I'm gonna try to give him all I've got.

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Late Night TV Sucks...

...Tremendously. So, here are my options. I can watch two guys that look like homosexuals build stuff on HGTV, an old reshowing of a tennis match on ESPN2, or watch endless commercials trying to get me to buy steak knife sets, blenders, and state quarters. It's because of this sad selection of channels that all of you get a new blog post...your welcome.

As I sit here browsing through channels and wait for my frozen pizza to cook, I reflect on what's happened today...this should take a whole 2 minutes. I stayed at Brandt's house last night to hang out with him and Luke. We had some fun playing Monopoly 'til mornin' and racing each other at 185mph on Nascar 07'. "Here and Now Monopoly" is the shat. I knocked Johnson out of the game with an 11 million dollar rent fee. Because of my hotels, I inherited all of his money and every piece of property he owned. I then proceeded to unmortage all of the properties I received, and then put hotels on them all. By the end of the night, I had 13 hotels (we ran out), 12 houses, and 3 airports. That's not the crazy part, the truly amazing thing was that Brandt stayed in the game for 2 more hours after Johnson went bankrupt.....focking ridiculous, that's what it was. But, by the end of the night, Brandt owed me 6 million and was finally out of the game...I own at Monopoly. We woke up sometime after noon ultimately to eat and play more games. I continued my ride on the winnin' wagon with NCAA Football '07. Screw you Longhorns, screw you. Sorry Texas, I didn't really mean that, you're still my #2 team ;). My day ended with a nascar pit crew style moving of CBR's instruments from 314 to church, then church, and a seriously insane practice session. Insane as in, we were being retarded. And, when I say "we", I mean "I". We got a little work done, but I still have no idea what the fock we're gonna do in Marble City on Saturday....nice.

I don't have anything else to tell you, and my pizza's done, so fock off 'til tomorrow fans of my life! Cheers yo...

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P'zone's, Movies, and Strange Animal Penis's

Ok, I think I've finally gotten my blog to look sorta the way I want it to. I had to try two or three different blog providers but I think the final resting place will be blogger.com. I'm just a hard person to please when it comes to computer/technology stuff, because I know what the web has to offer and I don't like to settle for less. Anyway, I'm happy now.



Yesterday, I woke up and got ready to go watch movies at Renee's house. On the way to Sallisaw, I passed Cody in his slammin' jammin' new truck, and he called me. After a little conversation, I ended up eating lunch with Renee, Cody, AND my Aunt Theresa with Hannah, at Pizza Hut. I'd like to take this time to let everyone know that the p'zone really is a whole lotta eatin', extremely pleasurable to the pallet, and $5.99 for a limited time! Anyway, after about 2 hours of eating and talking, we rented some movies and headed to Renee's house to watch 'em.


Somewhere along the way, Alichia called me and told me about ColorBlindRed's newest show to play at. Apparently, we're going to the gigantic establishment of Marble City on Saturday. They want us to play for some sort of festival from 6-8pm. So I'm thinkin' hmmm, Christian rock for people who aren't expecting Christian rock. But on top of that, there's a COUNTRY band playing before us. AND, it just so happens that this COUNTRY band is Knee Deep. Knee Deep is a band with a drummer. Knee Deep is a band with a drummer who happens to be my uncle, Trevor McCoy. Needless to say, it's gonna get interesting. My uncle has never heard us play, and I've only heard his band on cd...yep, they're for sure a country band. So wish us luck, and if you feel like it, come out and see us. It's not like it'll be hard to find us. There's only one intersection in Marble City, and that's where we'll be.



Right now, I'm watching Fear Factor, and I just witnessed four people scarf down deer, elk, bull, and water buffalo penis's. Ya, what a great start to my day. Also, Cody was fired today. Probably because he sleeps in a lot. Maybe that wouldn't happen if he came home at a time other than 3AM and slept for more than 3 hours a night. The sad thing is, he just started payments on his new truck...ya, he's pretty much screwed. I honestly don't know what the plan is for today, but I'm sure you'll find out in tomorrow's post. Cheers yo...

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First Post

So, I guess I'll get this started...Ever since Xanga was thrown to the curb, I've sorta had this unexplainable urge to start writing in an online journal again. So, I finally gave in and I'm trying this out. I've never used LiveJournal before, but I've seen and heard good things so I think it'll work out just fine.

Currently, it's 2:25AM on Sunday, and I really don't know what to tell you besides what I did on Saturday. But then again, if you're reading this, you probably know me and you know exactly what happened because you were most likely there. But for those of you who weren't, I played paintball. We celebrated Alison's birthday by goin' out in the middle of nowhere and blastin' each other with co2 powered plastic and paint...magical. I showed up and took out my Spyder Xtra paintball gun to which everyone saw as the Zeus-like thunderbolt to which they'd be stricken by. So I came prepared, but there was no reason for them to want me to be on my own team. Thank God I wasn't because it was war out there. All in all, I think I picked of three people the whole day and got shot in the face once. It was fun. Afterward, it was chaos...everyone raced back to Vian to get first dibbs on the showers, and CBR had to be in Gore to practice as soon as possible because we had to play at 314 again. I kinda like 314, it's a work in progress. After 314, I almost died...no big. I did save myself and everyone else in the convoy from a 3 car pile-up, but I'm not one to brag...

I don't know what came over me and made me decide to write my first journal post this late (or early)...I just hope that you're not disappointed in it's content. Most people read my posts on facebook, xanga, myspace, whatever, because of the humorous and witty sentences I put together, but I think with this new project, I'm gonna try to be a little serious also. But don't worry, it's still the same Curt, and I'll try to make reading this blog worth your time...though a miserable failure is also a possibility. I don't know what I'll talk about in each post, unlike other blogs, this one doesn't have a certain structure or topic that makes it a sports blog or a news blog perhaps but more of a random container for anything I want to say, or need to get off my chest. So...this is my first post, and I hope there will be many more in the future. Cheers yo...