Tom, rollthestone - ProfilesArchive

About Me

I like mangos, sweet potatoes, and 'The Big Fish' sandwich. br ............................................................ ............................................................ ............................................................ ................................rollthestone is a reference to Mark 16:3..."who will roll the stone?" My life seems a series of insurmountable obstacles, but miraculously I find the stones rolled away when I walk humbly in God's direction. He's not my co-pilot, He's the pilot. I'm just along for the ride. -My experience is substance abuse, jails, broken relationships, self defeating behavior, and yet the overflowing abundance in my life despite me. Who rolls the stones? yep.

My Interests

Guitars, Amps, Motorcycles, Live Music

I'd like to meet:

People who make the world a better place.

Music:

Audio Adrenaline to Zeppelin. Alan Jackson to Wagner. Pretty multidimensional here. ********Cracker, Tom Petty and the Heartbreakers, Collective Soul, Cheryl Crow, Third Day, George Jones, The Black Crowes, Jennifer Knapp, Buddy Guy, Audio Adrenaline (worth repeating), Allison Kraus, The Four Horsemen/SRV, David Allan Coe, Hank Jr., etc.

Movies:

"School of Rock", "Garden State", "O Brother, Where Art Thou?", "Butterfly Effect", "Bennie and June", Roger Moore Bond movies, "Pale Rider"

Television:

The History Channel.

Books:

Caleb Carr books are intense. Auther C. Clarke. Douglas Adams. "Hammer of the Gods", the Led Zeppelin story. "Heart of Darkness" by Robert Conrad...Somebody with one of these new 40-50" LCD screens 'n surround sound should invite me over to watch 'Apocalypse Now'.

Heroes:

Clint Eastwood. -"Dyin' ain't much of a living, boy." Or how 'bout..."you've got to ask yourself one question: 'Do I feel lucky?' Well do ya......punk?"

Keith Richards. Dream gig? Playing rhythm guitar on the next Stones tour. You know, in the event of nuclear holocaust, only cockroaches and Keith Richards will survive.

Max Lucado. Reading Lucado is like watching puffy white clouds float by; simple, beautiful, profound.