a stroll down memory lane

Doodling around the net , I found myself re-visiting the Burned Blue myspace page. Playing songs written and recorded so many years ago made me pine for days past. Days when the boys of Burned Blue, Chris, Johnny, Tyson and Ky (from left to right above) were just beginning to shave, all still in high school and working at polishing their burgeoning talents. I remember acoustic shows played at Barnes and Noble. The first time I heard them play Maruse, the words lilting along in Chris's dulcet tones. until for the first time my ears and brain registered "Words on deaf eyes falling". The manner in which that song was crafted, the message, the delivery blew me away! What a talented group of guys. They had a shot at the big time, imho. But the siren call of the Austin live music scene tempted them away from hearth and home, from all the good that was Burned Blue. First one, then another. left until all had made Austin home. And as other opportunities often do, first one and then another pulled at the group until Burned Blue faded away into the haze of what might have been. Each guy went on to other ventures with other groups, exploring different approaches to music with guys perhaps as talented as the glorious foursome aka Burned Blue. Chris played guitar with BB but switched to base to play with the Deadlings, Pretty Pretty and Isaac the Blind. Ky switched to drums to play with Pretty Pretty and Elysium. Tyson moved on to play with Pack of Wolves and others. Johnny pursued a higher calling, seeking to serve his Lord and saviour. So ends this wistful journey, a considering of what might have been. And, to the guys of Burned Blue, wherever the waxing and waning of life takes you, I wish you well.

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