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Listening to Last Tuesday really loud in my car

Today was really long and tiring. At the end of the day my daughter and I made a Walmart run for some upcoming birthday items (she turns 16 at 7:41 am on the 23!)to unwind. On the way there and home we listened to Last Tuesday very loudly in the car. Last Tuesday came into our lives when she was 11 or 12. They came to a small town south of us for a show and amazed us with their performance at an indoor skate park. They jumped off amps, swing their guitars and yet were musically and technically impressive. That was the beginning of my daughter's love of Last Tuesday. Not only were they great performers, they were wonderful human beings. They came and played in a 1/2 gym full of teenagers for very little money several times over in that small town where I worked at the time. They even went to visit folks at a nursing home with us. Not your typical rock stars eh?

Four years later, Heath and I still love to listen to the Cd's. The band is no longer together as life's drumbeat has a way of moving all of us in different directions: work, marriage and ministry call us all to unique spaces and places. But their is a lasting impression that LT has left in my own heart and was best expressed by my daughter tonight in regard to my work weary heart and mind:
"Hey Mom, you know what they'd say to you...no more of that now, stop it, we love you and Jesus does too!"

Thanks LT for being sincere in you love for people and for God. You're music made a great impression, but your hearts made a greater one. Blessings on the current and future adventures. We love you too.



Number one on the
list I made
Is how a fear can
manipulate
Anyone to
Fall in love with you
Cant be what you ever
Had in mind
An iron fist
To judge our time
And I don't understand
Why we are the first
Ones to push them away
With lists they must obey

So tell me
I want to know,
How we should deal
how we can deal with it

I know the answer
Can't be found in me
But if we talk about the
Things we see

We might be on the way
We might be on the way
We'll write it down so we
won't step back
to save our spot and to
not lose track
of what we understand,
what we may never under
stand while we are here
let's stand while we are here

This conversation
It makes it easier
To understand that
I know I'm not alone

Comments

Mark Fisher said…
Couldn't be a better compliment for better musicans or people. An excellent example of what a band should be. Oh, and good choice in music!
Tara Lamont said…
Thanks Mark -
Nice to know you like LT too!

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