Sunday Morning Service!
What that bio was for. I got the message yesterday afternoon, I was asked to fill a speaker’s slot for the SUNDAY MORNING OPENER.
Let’s be quite realistic here, I’m sure the promoter couldn’t find anybody else to fill the position and since I did offer, I was given a chance. In fact, it looks like there are barely enough readers, but that promoter picked the wrong time to have an event in San Antonio: we’re opposite the San Antonio Stock Show y Rodeo. Yee-haw.
What’s worse, redneck or not, REK is playing Saturday afternoon. There goes that important demographic for the horary arts, the 18 to 24 urban youths. Ah, heck, I’d be at that REK show, too, if I had more sense. Or less sense.
I think this a dream come true, though, a chance to preach the good word, from the lectern. I always dreamed of being preacher, I just have troubles with the sticky theological issues. Which ones? Most of them. As I’m seeing it now, I’ll be playing to an audience of three.
As one wayward minstrel sang, “Buddha wasn’t Christian but Jesus would’ve been a good Buddhist….”
But don’t worry, should you decide to brave the elements, a good time will be had. And if you’re not going to be SA this weekend, this particular show will be back in Austin in April. No rodeo, then, I hope.
That talk? It’s basic astrology, it’s about how to understand archetypes. It’s about what I mean when I say, “It’s a Gemini deal,” or “She’s just being a Scorpio right now….”
It’s a Sagittarius thang, you know.
