Nashville Side Streets
I see a lot of information
given today as to what needs to be done
in one’s life to become an
entertainer. If you think about the
word entertainer, it really has nothing
to do with voice, musicianship and above
all, the music business.
It has to do with knowing yourself well
enough to be REAL on stage and
have enough of life stuffed in your hip
pocket to bring yourself down to the
level of the audience.
I have worked on many stages backing up
artists, but in my 40 plus years in this
business of music, I have only seen a
handful of actual entertainers. Most of
the REAL artists on stage are
really just an extension of their true
selves off the stage. When you talk to
them, they are sincerely considerate of
other’s feelings and the emotion in
their music trails close to the emotion
in their own lives.
If you listen in life, there are people
to learn from, and their stories will
not only make you a better performer,
but a better and more well- rounded
human being and that makes you a better
entertainer. Sometimes you may even
receive inspiration to write a new song.
I have been
working as a front man now for many
years and for the most part, I genuinely
love people. Living in the south,
Nashville, TN, has truly given me a more
solid path in my life and it has also
made me a better music artist because of
what they call “southern hospitality”.
All branches of the armed forces teach
emotional detachment. There is a reason
for this of course, and this is so all
members of all branches of the service
can be disciplined into following
orders. During wartime, it is necessary
for reasons of accomplishing tasks set
before them, which boils down to
defending freedom with the outcome of
taking lives in the process. From birth
we have our first true emotion, called
crying. Then as life goes on we have
more emotions come to surface such as
love and hate and many other emotions
between those two words. I believe that
one of the biggest emotions we face as
adults is pain, not pain from an injury,
but pain inflicted by one human being
When you think about it—If we were to
re-attach emotions that some part of
life always seems to take away, then I
believe we could resolve many emotional
problems that lie, as I stated earlier,
between the words love and hate. After
all is said and done, most people just
want to be loved and not hated. When you
rob a person of something they are born
with, it starts a chain of events
through their life, which they either
try to correct or fall into. This
usually leads to disaster in one form or
I have chosen emotion in my life and I’m
grateful for the gift of music to give
Now a STAR *
When I first started out in the music business,
I believed that someone was going to walk
through a door where I was performing and make
me a star *. As I grew older, I started to face
the reality that a minute percentage of the
musicians and artists who have that dream,
actually accomplish their goal.
So what is left? The answer is realizing that
being a star is secondary to expressing your
soul and releasing from your spirit an energy,
which is given to a very small percentage of the
If you hone your craft, then you will draw the
public to your front door. I will then guarantee
you; the music industry will be standing right
behind them trying to figure out how to make a
buck off of your talent.
Dreams are everyday realities of the heart that
a person tries to pursue and there is no one way
to strategize success. Success to some is not
the same as it is to others, and somewhere down
the path of music you will have to make a
decision as to what, in your particular
situation, gives you lifelong satisfaction.
I have walked many music genres and I have
followed many paths, some were headed for
destruction where I would have laid down my
music for good because I was letting someone
else control who I was.
So I say to you: Define your own path with
straight-ahead thinking and take advantage of
the sustaining energy of your youth.
Ronnie Dean ©2016
When I was young and on the road playing music,
I did my share of partying and recreational
drugs. After a while, I seemed to be stuck and
not progressing musically as I would have liked.
So one day I woke up listening to the radio and
realized, after studying the sounds coming from
every station, that I was not where I needed to
be musically to compete.
I started to think out of the realm of working
in clubs and try harder to find a musical path
that would suit me. I decided to do it straight
and use my faith as a foundation.
All of a sudden, within a very short period of
time, I was playing with better writers,
musicians, players, etc. and my original music
was coming to light. It was like I was being
held back until I decided to give my natural
talent a chance to extend itself without the use
of drugs, which at the time, I thought, was
making my music better.
This was my story, not yours. But if you are
stagnant in your music and need a change, try
playing straight for a year. Listen to the
recordings before and after and come to your own
Ronnie Dean ©2016
Loneliness—A Fate Worse Than Death
There is no one person on the face of this earth
who is exactly the same as another. One person
might wear their feelings and emotions on their
shoulder which might make them a good artist or
musician in the artistic world. Another person
might build roads or highways with the gift
they’ve been given.
You might ask—what do
they have in common? They are both sharing a
space on this earth.
Now I say sharing as
many of us were taught when we were very young
and as we grow older, tend to forget. I believe
the most important thing to share is yourself.
Whether you build roads or paint pictures, if
you give of yourself with words, emotion, or
touch, I believe you have conquered the true
meaning of life. “Self” is commonplace today and
taught by many to override any true emotions
that might come to light, to help another human
being with maybe the simplest of tasks. “Self”
in its entirety, causes loneliness, stress,
depression, anxiety, and the list goes on and
on. Why can’t we seem to learn from our mistakes
and take the time each day to touch someone’s
life? Maybe just at that moment that person
might be contemplating suicide because they
don’t think anyone cares. This is all too
commonplace in today’s world of cell phones,
iPads, computers, and the like. All of these
implements are causing us to draw more into
ourselves and that causes more and more
loneliness in every walk of life. “Love” is the
key to curing all of these ills and it comes
from a place within you as a person, to give of
yourself to another. So stop loneliness within
yourself and others and as the old saying goes,
“reach out and touch someone”. If you look,
loneliness is around every corner of life
4 SPEEDS and Life
I was sitting
on my couch watching TV the other day. I
was watching one of my favorite car
racing shows and I started thinking
about hot rods.
When I was
young in my teens, my Dad kept me busy
with a lot of things including building
hot rods. I always liked the 4 speed
manual transmission and back then, a big
engine and a 4 speed were the things to
I began to
think about how, in our lives, we start
out as young men & women in first gear,
going as fast as we can to grow up. Then
we shift to second as life
throws a lot of
curves our way but we still don’t slow
down to smell the roses. A few more
years pass and the shift to third comes
upon us, maybe to settle in a little
more, but we still have that throttle
mashed down to reach our goals.
Then one day
you wake up and realize you have been
putting off that final shift to fourth
gear because the world doesn’t think
fourth gear people have much to say
once I finally shifted into fourth gear,
I found it was the gear that was going
to take me home. Now some of you will
understand this statement and some
won’t. It doesn’t mean the car will go
any faster or slower or break down. It
just means you don’t have to prove
anything to anybody anymore.
through this journey, reverse gear was
I am truly a
gearhead at heart. I still love hot rods
and 4 speeds but I realize now that
shifting into fourth gear needs to
happen to reach one’s destination or, as
you would call it, the finish line.
P.S. My Mom is
93 years old and I believe she has
shifted into “overdrive”!
I was watching a movie the other night that
frequently used the word ”prejudice”. I started
to think about how the meaning of that word
seems to be in every facet of our lives and is
not confined to skin color only.
I don’t believe any
human being on this earth is born with
prejudice. The Webster Dictionary describes the
meaning as this: pre-conceived judgment or
opinion; an adverse opinion formed without just
grounds or without “sufficient knowledge”. It
goes on but these words seem to nail it down
The one other word that
stands close to this word is pride. When you put
the two together and practice them, as you would
say—religiously—then you have a recipe for the
downfall of nations and the human race.
Let’s just say we took both words out of our
vocabulary and could no longer develop as a
society or nation with the meaning they possess.
I believe that most all problems amongst
countries and ourselves would disappear.
It’s sad how a couple
of words define who we are as human beings and
make us think thoughts outside the realm of
heartfelt emotion. Now you see--heartfelt
emotion drives a lot of great things that we
seem to enjoy, for instance music, peace, living
as a family, and “love as a whole”.
There is no denying
that there are parts of the human race who will
always “prejudge” other parts of the human race,
but I personally am going to try to make it a
point in my life to really start thinking about
the outcome of those words and try my best to
give everyone in my path a deeper look into the
spirit that, as I stated earlier, was not
prejudged in its infancy.
It’s funny that this country and
other countries as well, seem to settle for less than
the best when it comes to our so called leaders. It
seems that in the beginning of it all, we were a
different nation of independent thinkers with a resolve
in mind for equality and peace. Now we are satisfied
with what I believe is a compromise of, “better than we
had before”. Why can’t someone step up to the plate that
has honesty in their hip pocket first, instead of making
irrational judgments that add up to a façade of cover
up? I run a couple of businesses and if I were to borrow
as much money as this country has borrowed to keep
myself afloat, I would be bankrupt. Think in a straight
line instead of making decisions based upon what you
think is going to make you popular. They are called hard
decisions in life and sometimes you have to meet the
opposition head on and carry
form of honesty with you so that when all is said and
done, you have not tried to pull the wool over anyone’s
eyes. I am a simple man with fairly simple needs and if
I had to condense my life, I could and would. John
Conlee, a country music writer and artist, wrote some
lines in one of his tunes that fit this scenario
perfectly and I wish that more Americans, if nothing
else, would adopt the principle of these words. His
words…”I am a common man, I drive a common van, my dog
ain’t got no pedigree”. That pretty much says it all in
regards to where this country should be standing and in
regards to our leaders putting themselves above us and
not realizing that “we as people, are this country” and
what almost everyone wants from our leaders is a rule of
judgment made with a firm but honest hand……
I was on one of my music tours in Alaska. We were
staying in Petersburg, Alaska at a hotel called The
Beachcomber. We had a few days off so the owner of the
Inn suggested that if we liked to hike, there was a
trail straight up the mountain in front of the hotel
that led to a cabin, approximately 5 miles up called,
Ravens Roost. It was November and the weather there was
still pretty moderate. My drummer Jerry, myself and
Paul, the Beachcombers chef, took him up on his
suggestion and headed up the pretty well-marked trail.
Now we were greenhorns to the Alaska terrain with light
clothing; Jerry and I were wearing tennis shoes. Before
we left, the owner gave me a 357 Magnum and told us
there still might be bears out of hibernation--he said
to be careful. Sure enough, about 3 miles into the hike,
we saw fresh bear tracks… About another mile and it
started to snow lightly, which we were not expecting. So
we sat down and, after a discussion, decided to keep
heading towards the cabin. It started to snow harder
and, about another mile into the hike, there was a foot
of snow on the ground. Then the path that was so
well-marked, disappeared except for some small stakes
along one side about every ½ mile. I gave the gun to
Jerry who could see better in that weather than I and we
kept going. We finally sited the cabin in the distance
and by then,
was snowing hard and there was about 18” of snow on the
ground. We went inside where there was a small
fireplace, blankets, matches fire wood, etc. left there,
we believe by the forest service. On a picture on the
wall it said the cabin had been flown in by helicopter
in pieces. Chef Paul had brought some soup and fruit
along, so we started a fire, took a small pan we found
there and melted some snow and ate what he had brought.
We talked about how we would get out the next day if it
kept snowing. Finally we fell asleep for a short time to
wake up to daylight and a cold cabin.
the door and the snow had stopped at about two
feet and the sky was a beautiful majestic blue.
The surrounding trees were filled with ravens
all calling at each other. It was vividly
beautiful but we were worried about getting down
the mountain while the sky was clear, so we
started back down. The trail we had trekked
coming up was not completely gone because the
snow hadn’t filled our tracks completely up. We
were met by a search party, put together by the
club owner from the Beachcomber, and they said
they thought about us and were worried that we
may have had some problems because of the freak
storm that came about that night. It was an
adventure I will never forget because of the
beauty of what we saw and heard when we got up
that morning to the majesty of Mother Nature’s
hand. I have thought many times since about us 3
city boys taking that chance and beating the
odds —but it really was one of life’s
P.S. A part that I forgot was, in the middle of the
night, the fire got low and it got cold so I got up to
re-stoke it and I could not get it going fast enough to
suit me so I took charcoal fire starter and sprayed on
the coals which sent a flame shooting out of the stove
about two feet. Now my drummer was asleep on the bench
in front of the stove and he had very long hair which
started to singe and I’ve never seen anyone move so fast
in my whole life. I am so grateful, to this day, that I
didn’t do anything worse than singe it but after a few
choice words that he spoke to me, we all laughed and
went back to bed. The look on his face was priceless and
to this day I haven’t ever used fire starter like that
There are many rewards for all the work involved in presenting
our live show, “Nashville Side Streets”, to the world at large.
I am continually challenged with all manner of new info about
broadcasting, editing, and digital ways to do everything from
switching cameras and special effects to getting the word out
about the show.
One of the reasons for doing the show, of course, is to help
people achieve their dreams by giving them an opportunity for
the world to get to know them. And one of the greatest rewards
for me is meeting all the folks who have come to visit our
studio to perform or to watch and support their artist friend or
We’ve had guests from near and far and it
is most exciting to hear their stories. I feel humbled and
honored that they all want to come to our studio. I feel
especially privileged by those who have traveled a great
distance just to be on our show!
We’ve had a number of international
guests, expanding my world. Anywhere around the globe, each
town--or even a small neighborhood--has its own culture. Each
country from where we’ve had guests—Spain, Russia, UK, Wales,
Sweden, Chile, Venezuela—was once just a shape on a map to me.
Now there is a face, a name and a voice.
I feel warm inside when I hear our visitors express how
comfortable they are in our studio, that they can feel the music
embedded in the walls when they first walk in. The house that
contains our studio was originally my home, where I played my
banjo to the walls and the trees in the back yard as I attempted
to achieve my own dream once upon a time. My dreams have since
changed, and another reward I have now is to continue playing
without any goal, just digging the sweet sounds of all the music
that comes from the studio.
This speaks of our own culture at Nashville Side Streets where
you can relax, kick off your shoes and feel at home, which is
the whole idea our creator/host/producer Ronnie Dean had behind
broadcasting from the living room.
Much time has been spent, after the show was over and the
cameras were off, just talking and getting to know each other
late into the night. And then there are the hugs from so many of
our guests! This tells me we must be doing something right! I
think this may be the biggest reward for me. No matter how near
or far our guests have come, we have gained many new friends. I
am again reminded of our slogan, coined by Ronnie,
“In this house you’re never alone because music makes this
house its home.”
Nashville Side Streets Co-Producer
It seems that the gentle spirits in this world should rule
because they have feelings for all living things and they are
willing to overlook a lot of hurt and pain in their own lives to
give back love so that others don’t suffer the same hurt and
This is not like the commanders-in-chief in all the world, that
stand to one side and destroy human life and beyond to gain
access to land and inhabit greed.
It has been my experience in this life to stand next to both
human types and I have made the choice to stand with gentle
spirits and love until the end of my time.
It has also been my experience to
understand loneliness which is truly only a lack of love. I have
also known hate and anger and I will stand on the side of love
on any given day. The choices you make are yours but those
choices affect every waking moment of your life as well as other
lives that you touch.
No human knows another unless we
communicate and it seems, even with the lines of communication
we have today, we still fail miserably on a worldwide basis, to
simply talk to each other.
So my conclusion is that this is my
life to live and I choose to be friendly and tell my stories
freely to those who will listen and tell me theirs in return.
“You want to stop all wars?”
Communicate with--“GENTLE SPIRITS”
When you think for a minute about what
really makes life worth living, I think, personally, it is other
people and their lives.
I really enjoy playing, singing and
writing music because I am able to express myself, but the most
enriching experiences I’ve had are talking to other people and
hearing about their lives.
In today’s fast-paced world of technology,
we don’t do much one-on–one conversation. That conversation has
taught me to get my mind off myself and get acquainted with why,
I believe, we are here in the first place: to be a family.
Some of us are weak and some are strong
and, if you think about that, we would balance ourselves out
with more conversation.
You might even find we have fewer wars.
So when a new day begins, find out
about someone else and how they live, and give them your full
undivided attention to see if maybe your life can be touched as
I am a believer and I have been
troubled lately by some things that I have seen in regards
to all religions. If you are
going to use the Bible as a guideline, then there should be more
unity within religion of all kinds, to better advance—as you
would call it—“the church”.
The church, as it was lived through the
teachings of Christ, was simply his followers, to unite as one
for the family—which we were designed to be. If the spirit of
God lives within us, then we have an obligation to
Father and Son, to bring as many as we can to the right hand of
God before the end of time.
There is power in numbers as any
historian of war will tell you. Our religious communities have
failed to unite, through the only living truth, the Bible.
I get tired of hearing differences of
opinion, sometimes drastic, as to what was actually trying to be
conveyed through that book, by the hand of God, to the scholars
who wrote it.
No one seems to understand the importance of “unity”
as a church community of people, gathered for the
purpose of presenting as much
peace and love as we can muster up,
before Christ comes again.
As I stated earlier, the Bible is a
tool of wisdom for all, to help us until all time as we know it,
Please try to come together with
compassion and love for each other, for the betterment of “His
I have been in the music business for 40+
years. I have heard and seen God’s hand and work as far as
getting people together to play and sing. I recently ran across
a group of three called “Asteria Lux” who, together as a group,
are extraordinary. They are two girls, 17 and 18, gifted beyond
their years, and a famous songwriter out of Nashville, TN.
I have seen many parents who
discouraged their children from playing because of all the
pitfalls of the “music business”.
The bottom line is this: When magic occurs
there is no mistaking that God had his hand in it, and this
unlikely group of people is blessed beyond normal.
I recently heard that one member of the
group is leaving to pursue another career. I find this very sad
because of the magic that they have together as a group.
I understand the uncertainty of the
business, but having been in the business as long as I have, I
also know that regret is a terrible one of life’s experiences.
I’ve seen groups break up for a lot of reasons, and I don’t know
the whole story, but I do know this: No matter what the reason,
another power brought these three together.
They have one of the most unique sounds
I have heard in years and I felt compelled to write a story
about the great loss to our music community.
To every parent who has a musically
gifted child—Please understand that they don’t conform to this
world’s way of thinking unless they are forced and at that
moment, no one knows what they have taken away from that child
and the world.
A JOURNEY CUT SHORT
My life has been a roller coaster of events due to the
profession I’m in. It’s called “the music business”. I have seen
some of the best God-given talent on this earth quit music in so
many ways and for so many reasons.
I remember a gifted
young man whose name was Miles Terry. He was a bass player and
vocalist. He had the kind of natural talent that most people in
the business have to work hard to achieve. He was born to play
and sing, and his Mom knew it so well. I hired him to play a
power trio and we were together for about two years. Miles, as
with many gifted people, had a problem with addiction.
left the Seattle area where I was living and moved to Nashville
to further my music career. A few years passed and I went back
to Seattle. I looked up the drummer that had made up our trio
at that time. He told me a terrible story of how Miles was
shooting heroin and he had overdosed and died.
After knowing him for a while, I got the impression that he had
something really gnawing at him inside. I tried a couple of
times to talk about it, but I could feel his anger so I finally
stopped asking. We, as a band, broke up and Miles went his own
It put a huge pit in my stomach and I couldn’t get it out of my
mind for a long time. I saw in him a vibrant spirit with so much
to offer other people and the music world. He laughed from his
Sometimes you can only
do so much to help, and then you have to let people make their
own decisions. To this day, twenty-five years later, I still
think about him quite a bit. His spirit was so strong but his
journey here was so short. He has a permanent place in my heart
and I consider him a good friend.
I think sometimes what’s in a man’s
heart needs to be spoken and this tragedy has been bothering me
lately so I wrote this story and I hope that, somehow for
someone, it will help ease their journey in this life.
Ronnie Dean © 2014
The cream will always rise to the top.
The music business has made music artists, songwriters and the
public believe that there is one box to be in. And if you’re not
in that box—you don’t count.
I see countless numbers of people, young and old, who have
ability way beyond what the “box” could even survive.
This seems to be the problem because the industry has the public
believing there is only one way to write a song--“formula
writing”, one way to present it, and a 3 to 3½ minute time limit
to hear it.
Take the time to engulf the Internet and look for unheard-of
artists and musicians and listen to their music.
It is a refreshing change, and all you wannabe writers and
Don’t give up and don’t conform your spirit into thinking there
is only “one box” to be in. The Internet, public performance,
and true God-given talent will level your playing ground.
Always remember: The cream will always rise to the top. It’s
Ronnie Dean © 2014
TWO FACES OF OTHER CULTURES
A couple of nights ago, we had a guest from Spain on our show,
“Nashville Side Streets” and he brought his girlfriend from
Russia with him.
After the show was over, my wife Nancy and I got to talking to
these folks about the places where they live.
We exchanged simple ideas and got to know each other better,
even though there was a language barrier of sorts.
Neither my wife nor I have ever been to these two countries but
I learned a lot about their cultures and way of life—and then it
hit me: What is wrong with this picture?
These two people represented their habitats well and wanted the
same thing our Declaration of Independence proclaims: the
pursuit of happiness.
We are being led to believe that no one has anything in common
with someone of a different origin—which is absurd. It is the
so-called “leaders” of these countries who have brainwashed us
into believing that, if we got to know each other, we would hate
The issues, as I see it, are real estate, money, greed and ego.
Remember: The pursuit of happiness is what most common people
from every culture want. First and foremost they want to be
treated with respect and love, and to live in harmony with the
rest of the world. It is the governments and the media who are
trying to make us believe differently.
Ronnie Dean © 2014
Laugh Love and Talk
I got on an elevator today along with two
other people who obviously did not know each other. They both
had cell phones and were staring at them until they got to their
floor, and walked out staring at them.
I went to my designated floor, got out
and went into an office where three men were sitting, staring
into their phones, one of whom had a wife and child next to him
and said very little to either one.
We seem to be unaware of the lack of
social contact we are producing with cell phones, laptops, and
the like. The only words I can think of are “socially inept”. It
is causing inwardness and lack of self-confidence.
What good is education if, when you get
through, you can’t even communicate on an intelligent level with
another human being without the use of gadgets.
The use of language is becoming
extinct, at least between people, and the most fulfilling
emotional experiences that life has to offer come from the
sharing of life’s personal journeys.
It’s an easy fix. Talk to one another,
person to person. Laugh, love, live and come out of yourself so
that life will give you back its true meaning. It will give you
back emotional awareness of your surroundings and help you
Ronnie Dean © 2014
Stand Up Stand Down
My father, if he believed it was the right thing to do, stood up
and told people what he thought. Now he was only an eighth grade
educated man, so sometimes the words didn’t match the inner
emotions that he felt.
I have seen, in the last 30 years of my life, people becoming
more complacent in regard to affairs that aren’t in their own
back yard. They are, as you would say—“standing down”.
Think about the guts it took, during the 9-11 incident, to
gather together and stop that plane from crashing into our
nations capitol--fully knowing they would most likely never come
out of it alive. They banded together and stood up against the
opposing force to make right a wrong and paid the ultimate price
but saved many lives in the process.
So take heed from these heroes. Stand up and band together for
your beliefs and freedom because we are losing many of those to
the minority when, in essence, we are still the majority and we
have the power in our hands to stop the insanity that we all
know is taking place in many parts of our country.
Please open your doors and hearts again to one of the principles
our forefathers of this country stood for: strength in numbers.
“Stand up” for what is right and
“CHANGE WILL HAPPEN”!
Ronnie Dean © 2014
LACK OF KNOWLEDGE
Anyone who knows me knows I try to stay as healthy as I can. Now
that requires a lot of discipline because I love pies,
chocolate, and many foods which, as I grow older, my body does
not tolerate anymore.
I learned, when I was in my twenties, how to take care of myself
and I gain more knowledge, in that direction, as time goes on.
I was thinking about how much knowledge and wisdom go
hand in hand: “one feeds the other”. There
are so many people out there who are more knowledgeable in all
facets of life than I am. So it seems learning everything I can
from them, and passing on what I know to others, is a
requirement in my life.
Living in the south has taught me to be myself more and give
more, which is knowledge and wisdom all in one.
So listen to your peers as they pass on life-changing knowledge
and wisdom to you that they have acquired. And remember: lack of
knowledge may put you in harm’s way of many of life’s
pitfalls—including early death.
Ronnie Dean © 2014
When I was in my teens and twenties, I went through life with
blinders on. I saw only my own world and didn’t see the rest of
the people around me, who make up this planet.
Out of my twenties, my life started to gradually change. One
night a friend asked if I would like to go see this new band at
the club around the corner and I agreed. My friend and I went
into the club, sat down, and he went to use the rest room. The
band hadn’t started and I was sitting by myself looking around
at the surrounding tables full of people talking when a gradual
came over the room. I could still see everyone
but the sound of their voices was gone. I saw, for the first
time, other people, their faces and their lives. As I was
sitting in that moment, the sound of their voices—as if with a
volume control—slowly returned.
I had no fear concerning this event in my journey of life and,
for the first time, I was at peace with myself and my existence.
I believe God was letting me know it was time for me to stop
being so selfish and inward, and to realize there were many
lives to be touched, and that I truly had something I could give
back to them: “me”
The volume control was turned down
So I was serene enough to look around.
Ronnie Dean © 2014
I MARRIED A HUGE LADY
By the title of this, you would guess
that I married a lady 6 foot 7, but actually I married a lady 4
foot 7. I am 5 foot 11.
It seems that a lot of people want to
talk to this lady to ask her questions about everything from how
tall she is to--how tall she is.
Over the years, since she was a young
girl, many have done their best to make her feel less than
perfect or not comfortable in her own skin.
I have noted, since we have been
together, that when we go places people always take a second
Before we got married, we got to know
each other and, of course, I noticed her size but never paid
much attention because my object was to get to know the person
that makes her, as the title says—“a HUGE lady”.
I have noted in my life that everyone has
faults and I have also noted that most beauty, as the old saying
goes, “is skin deep”.
So the next time you meet someone—big,
tall, short, or any other way—remember: If you make verbal note
of that to the individual, then you really missed what life is
all about--and that is touching people’s spirits.
I know that it may be hard, at first,
to change because we live in a society of first appearance
judgments, but try approaching those people with friendly
conversation or true friendship, period. You will then see and
find the blossoming rose that lies beneath your first glance.
Ronnie Dean (p) 2014
LIFE”S BIGGEST FEAR
There are so many things in this life I
have feared. But as the years passed, I realized that most all
of those things never took place. When you start getting older,
one of the monkeys on your back is dying, which leaves no one
Starting at the age of 30, I studied
the Bible for a number of years. The knowledge in that book
changed my life in a lot of ways--it took many of the fears
about life and death that were in me and made them disappear.
I realized from studying, there was a
plan, set up by God, to free us from negative thoughts and
worries that seem to plague us all.
So without preaching, I will tell you:
If you want some real freedom and peace, take in the knowledge
of learning some truly inspired words from a great author and a
great book, “The Bible”.
THE UNEXPECTED GIFT….. LIFE
It seems that the gifts of our short
life can be measured in many ways, but there truly is only “one
gift” called “THE TRUTH”.
When you find and excel in THE TRUTH, then as the old saying
goes, “THE TRUTH shall set you free”.
When one human being who, through their own mis-guidance, adopts
a half-truth without going down the full path, and never seems
to reach full maturity in life’s journey, then for that person,
the journey then seems to be unfulfilled and unfinished.
I have personally experienced this in my journey and I have seen
this in many older people as well as younger and regret seems to
Each person has to make his or her own decision in this matter
and when you try to help someone, on their path, always keep in
mind that their fear of like thinkers, in regards to the TRUTH,
may stem from a fear of leaving their own reality.
Some people think that they have conquered the truth but it
seems to me to be a lifetime project.
So if you see it, or better yet, “FEEL IT”, grab it while you
can because, “you may never have the chance again”.
RD (p) 2014
When I was a little boy of four or five
years, we lived on about two acres with a backyard full of
vegetable garden, chickens, a small cement pond with a bridge
going over it, with many apple and cherry trees, and a dog named
Rex. It was a little boy’s paradise.
I remember one morning getting up and
standing by the heater vent coming out of the wall, getting
dressed and running outside to climb the apple tree to get a
fresh crisp apple and gleaming with joy looking out over my
God took a snapshot of that place and
as the years passed, saved it in my memory to bring me back to
that particular time. Such freedom and beauty had been placed
here for our comfort and joy. Life presents many pitfalls of
money and what it can buy. It is supposed to give peace—but
there is no love or peace involved as with the simplicity of
I have remembered many snapshots that
God has given me over the years and realized much about the
inner workings of life.
I have much to be thankful for, and
first and foremost is the true friendship I have with God.
Ronnie Dean (p) 2014
I have recently had another bout of no
respect from my family, or siblings as you would call them. I
don’t understand why, other than that we walk opposite paths in
life. If money makes you happy, then I guess they missed the
boat because they both have money.
I love people and I love to entertain
and talk to people about life and spiritual matters and that has
to do with friendship. And if your own family, siblings, makes
you stumble—then I must let go. Life is too short for that much
strife. People who are unhappy seem to enjoy trying to make
others unhappy. And, personally, I won’t stand for it.
So as time allows, I will pull away
completely from the power trip and the overall manipulation. I
will stand with God, my wife, and friends till time indefinite.
Because you see, myself, my wife and friends, as with many of
“JUST PASSING THROUGH”.
It is comforting to know that amongst
God, wife and friendship there is kinship as there would be in
It only makes sense because, as God stated, we are all supposed
to be one big happy family as we all make up
Ronnie Dean (p)2014
Season of Pleasure
A friend of mine wrote some lines in a tune stating, “There was
a season of pleasure I knew would end.”
I was working playing music in club
circuits and I was barely scraping by. I was about ready to have
a child and I was scared to death that, when my child was born,
I wouldn’t have the means to support him and the family I
I was working in Kent, Washington the
night my child was born and I was on pins and needles waiting
for a call from the hospital. I got that call at about 12:15am
saying I had a brand new son. There was a relief that came over
me when I heard that he and mom were just fine.
I went to the hospital after the show
and saw him for the first time in a bassinet in the delivery
room. I was overwhelmed by the feeling of love that I instantly
had for him and I knew somehow, he was a gift from God.
I went home that night and opened a
Bible and started to read. I named my son Isaiah. I told him
many years later that my path in life was changed drastically
when he was born. I started to study the Bible, stopped doing
drugs, stopped smoking cigarettes, and stopped living that
“season of pleasure”.
He was a gift, and I believe it was God
letting me know, it was time to start walking with Him instead
of away from Him. It was truly a gift of ultimate love I had
received, and that “new season” had just begun.
I was about 25 years old. My keyboard player and I, along with
our two girlfriends, had gone down to see the wax museum in Coos
Bay, Oregon. We had been up about 30 hours when we started to
go back to Roseburg, Oregon to play music that night. Phil was
driving back, as I drove there and I was going to sack out in
the back seat with my girlfriend.
I had been sleeping a short while when I woke up and looked over
the seat to find us in mid-air with Phil nodded out against the
steering wheel. The car had left the road and we were headed
over a cliff. I saw a broken off tree, and the front of the car
hit it, sending us end over end. I grabbed my girlfriend as we
started to tumble…
They said afterwards that we went end over end about twelve or
thirteen times. None of us were wearing seat belts at the time
and the car was a 1968 Datsun. We landed on the roof of the car
with people scrambling down the hill to help us. There was a
doctor who stopped and came down with the crowd of people. When
they reached us, they pried us out with tire irons, etc.
Phil, the driver, had no bruises or cuts. His girlfriend, in
the front passenger seat, had a bruise on her forehead. I wound
up with my back on the gearshift knob, which caused a bruise.
My girlfriend was uninjured.
To the amazement of everyone there, we all walked back up the
hill to the ambulance that was just arriving. Phil and I still
played music that night.
I am telling this story so that you will never drive tired, take
life for granted, and you will never think that you are
invincible like we all did at that age.
I have thought about that accident many times since and realized
that God and His angels were watching over us on that day. Our
journey was not over and we all had much more to do here. But
it took me quite a few years, after that accident, to figure out
how truly blessed we had been!
When Dad Met the Beatles
I went to school as usual the
day the Beatles first came to perform on the Ed Sullivan Show. I
was twelve. I had been with my father many times at the theatre
and I was so excited I could hardly contain
myself! Dad was
going to let me visit him while the Beatles were there!!!
I was dressed in my best as I
ran to a phone booth after school on the way to the subway into
Manhattan. I called my father at work, as we had arranged, to
get the details.
He asked me, was I sure
I really wanted to come to the studio to see the Beatles?
“Oh YES!!,” I
He explained to me that I would
only be able to get a distant glimpse of them from the window of
the studio control room above the stage floor, if I leaned way
“OK, I don’t care. Anything
would be really cool!!”
He spoke slowly and deliberately,
“Are you sure? You know I could lose my job for
My bubbly giddiness
evaporated. I was silent. Tears welled up and I began to
My sadness was not because I
wasn’t going to be able to see my heartthrobs. I was crying
because I was happy to find out that my father was
willing to do this for me at great risk to himself and our
That was the day I found out how much my father
really loved me, and
it brought out the tears.
* * * *
That evening, Dad came home
and showed us the paper and 2 photos. The second photo was a
shot of the 4 Beatles posed onstage. Dad had been standing
nearby and part of Dad’s nose and forehead were visible in the
edge of the frame, so the photographer gave him a copy.
Of course Security was mighty
tight around the Beatles, and there have been many stories
about fans trying outrageous tricks to get around this. My
father had worked for CBS for years. He knew all the local
cops, studio guards and personnel, photographers and
entertainers on a first name basis. My Dad was one in a
million---- he could just walk right up to each Beatle and ask
him to sign the paper!
latter seventies, I went to work as a guard for the Washington
State Penitentiary in Walla Walla, Washington. I needed the
money badly at the time and I decided to give it a try because I
couldn’t seem to find work. I was playing music but not making
enough to pay my bills.
an education in a lot of ways of which a few of these lessons I
will mention. I was still pretty young and the staff at the pen
was trying to teach us how to stay alive. We weren’t, of
course, supposed to get friendly or trust any of the inmates.
talent—everything from artists to musicians—that was
extraordinary. It was like they were never given the
encouragement or direction, until they did something horrible,
to let the gifts from God actually come out so they could see
themselves for the first time.
Don’t get me wrong here because I also
saw, in the two years I worked there, pure evil. But I walked
out of those walls knowing that what you become has a lot to do
with your start in life. Love, positive encouragement along the
way from your family and peers and last but not least, the
that you personally make-- will
affect your life dramatically. Those choices not only affect
you but so many others around you also.
don’t believe that anyone starts their life with any sort of bad
in them. It is the circumstances that follow birth that
designate cause and effect as to what that child will end up
being as an adult.
My new son had been born just a few months prior to the most
incredible journey I have ever taken or ever will take.
It was early on in my music career and I was still playing the
club scene. I had been out on the road about three weeks when I
finally arrived home at
one morning. My son was having problems with colic and was still
nursing so he was in and out of our bed. We decided it would be
better if I got my stepdaughter Karie up and let her sleep in
our bed while I would take hers, as I was desperately tired and
needed a good night’s sleep.
I had just gotten to sleep when I woke up and at the foot of my
bed was Jesus. He said, “You and I must take a journey”. He told
me to take his hand. As we ascended from the room, I turned to
see my body still lying on the bed.
We arrived on a mountain with a ledge all the way around. If you
can imagine many TV sets without frames around them, then you
can picture in your head what I saw. There were hundreds of
images all the way around the ledge. Christ told me that each
one was an image of me doing something different. He said that
all the different things that I was going to see were gifts that
had been given to me by the Father. As I saw each one, I was to
tell Jesus if I had ever considered doing it. I saw myself doing
everything from being a woodworker to driving a racecar.
We walked all the way around to the other side of the mountain.
The very last image was me sitting in front of a large crowd
singing and playing my music. He said, “And what about that?” I
told him that singing and playing my own music was what I always
wanted to do. He put his hand on my shoulder and said he already
knew that, but I had to.
I woke up more peaceful than I have ever been since.
You see, I was at a crossroad in my life at the time and I was
trying to figure out what to do next. Jesus helped me make that
decision. It was truly an honor and a gift I could never repay.
As I was about ready to depart from God’s mountain, he said to
tell everyone I could that the Father has given them all many
gifts to pick from and to never settle for being unhappy because
of their job.
I wrote a song about my journey called “Don’t Die for Your
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