If I sell enough albums I am going to buy a Porsche 911 turbo so that I can drive it fast!  Not just because I will look cool…I mean I will look cool…but the reason I will get one is because I’ve always wanted to be a race car driver and look cool.

-yeah

I stumbled upon the thought of nothing: “Nothing does not exist” Nothing is an intrinsic impossibility. An intrinsic impossibility is something that by it’s very definition implies its own impossibility. We use the word “nothing” which means, the absence of something. Now we, completely made of and surrounded by matter, (the stuff that exists) still talk about this thing called nothing. If something includes all thoughts, substances, realities, states of being, matter, and anti-matter, then that existence would in turn create the contrast of such a thing. The only existence we know is that which a god, outside of all, created. Our human concept of matter or anti-matter for that matter proves the existence of God. “There is a being than which no greater can conceive” God exists, which is a comforting thought…or not.

-whatever

Me: Unchained Melodies and Guitary Stuff

Craig Wiley: Drums

Stephen West: Electric Guitar

Chris Brown: Bass

Orvis Kirkman: Lead Electric Guitar

John David Webster: Keys and Background Vocals

-It will be a day for the record books; Later Historians will write “this was their finest hour” 

Hey All,

Just wanted to give you a SAVE THE DATE for next Monday’s Rib America Festival.  I am playing at Noon sharp.  Here’s how I see it.  You and the fam are like: “hey fam, how can we celebrate Labor Day…I know, let’s all go out to Ribfest and watch Rick Stump rock out while we eat the world’s # 1 ribs and then hang out with Rick and watch amazing bands entertain us all day”  Sounds like a scrap-book paradise to me.  But on a serious note, I would love to hang with you guys and it would mean a whole lot to me and the band if you would join us next Monday, September 3rd at Ribfest.  Pork is the other white meat and it’s calling my name!

-Rick

A full moon shines tonight; drawing it’s glory from a burning star 93,000,000 miles away.

A Heep of space rock , it’s origin unknown to science.  Yet it shines, Illuminating the sky with it’s glory.

it speaks of a creator greater than words; than pen or tongue could dare to tell.

Shine on me as I worship your great creator.  All glory and honor be to a God, who infinitely above all, would choose to shine down it’s presence into the the hearts of mortal men born of dust; from the ashes of existence I sing to you, Oh God.

My soul yearns to know you even as I am known.  To behold you as you  behold me.

How numerous are your thoughts of me Oh God.  They are more numerous than the grains of sand on a thousand sea shores.

My mortal mind knows nothing of you.  You are beyond me, outside of me, inside of me.

This night belongs to the full moon, and the story of it’s great and glorious Creator.

Shine, shine, shine on me oh God of all.

And as for you, O Moon, Pity be on the soul that sees you and denies your creator;  For you are but a beacon of His unending Glory and Love.