After many Google/Yelp reviews requesting for the return of Joe and the Red Rose, a tour for 2024 is being planned.
2018 - 2023 - The Sabbatical Tour
We expended so much energy at the last four shows. We needed time for "papa to recharge"... as said JRR member Blake "Blake Pettigrove" Pettigrove.
2017 - The Debut Tour
Fri, Nov 10 @ The Deli - Norman
2017 - The Commencement Tour
Fri, May 12 @ The Deli - Norman
2017 - The Farewell Tour
Sat, Feb 4 @ The Deli - Norman, OK
2016 - The Comeback Tour
Wed, Apr 6 @ The Deli - Norman, OK
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"Danger at the Falls" (Original) - $4,500
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Ideology
With a sharp inhalation, I awoke from my slumber. Long and deep though it was, I found no rest within it. The very reaches of my subconscious, those wretched corners that exist so meek and timid of voice in the light of day, panged me with the harrowing haunt of my yester-life. Moved past it though I had, Iâbeing short of a dreamer but not long of a foolâknew that those times had not truly evaporated to the far reaches of history as my psyche would prefer that I conclude, but were rather bound to a cyclical reappearance at a later date. A delicate stasis, this. A place where within a man find himself teetering on the precipice of past and future, the bygone and the forlorn. Both infinite spirals reaching ever out from the present moment. Both being referenced by the descriptor âthen,â with only the current hour being given the lowly title of ânow.â
So, then, is the ever-elusive state of mere extemporaneous existence, forever dwarfed by the colossal monoliths of past and future encroaching ever closer on its either side. Insignificant as the burrow in the great canyons of the cruel majesty that is Mother Nature, it hardly notices itself whilst standing amongst the all-surrounding company of the suffocating and entirely incomprehensible. But before the Now has but a moment to consider its piteous state, it too is flung to the canyon walls, simply another rock in the ever-growing sheer face of the cliffside.
In this way, I shuddered at the thought of my own liquidity of existence. Such thoughts perturbed me deeply. I craved not immortality of life, however, as I knew that mine was the shared reality of all things. At every turn of the clock hand, the whole spectrum of physicality shirks a mite closer to its final state. The victory, then, comes not in overcoming the inevitable, but rather in embracing the unseen. As the greying lion eases itself into a graceful state of seniority within the pride, so too should all of mankind strive. The only true shame of the human form comes in the resistance of fateâa bitter upheaval against oneâs very birthright. As does the iron of industry rust and decay in a fervent battle to retain the youth of its previous life as an ore within the lode, so the dullard is condemned to collapse under the weight of his rigid efforts to show no weakness, no sign of flex. And so, there is pride and elegance in this cycle of life. It is a subdued loveliness to behold true contentment with the age-old human struggle of such an existential airâeven more so with the full comprehension thereof.
Contented with my suppositions of life and Life, as it were, I stirred myself to roam. A few steps of body and strides of mind led me to gaze unto the inky blackness of the morning brew as it transferred its fuming anger to the vessel destined to behold its fury. A slip of care or a hasty disregard for patience would promise a scald in exchange for the disrespect of its state. A singed tongue oft takes the place of a widened eye in such a manner. Alas, I, being in no pressing hurry to make such a bargain, waited. And before longâas is so often the case when the body grows idleâmy mind began to race once more.
In my ere described investiture of the rightful place of a human, gracefully beheld by self, in the schemes and schisms of time, I began to wonder at the thought of oneâs purpose and duty in the lives of those most similar to himself. Truly, then, if all of individuality is regarded as a finite speck upon the sands of timeâa mere segment of line upon a never-ending axisâsurely the contribution of the one is not to be solely unto oneâs self. After all, was not the sturdiest, most beautiful, most noble of stones in the wall of the Lady Cleopatraâs palatial halls only as worthy as its ability to support and uphold its brothers? Was not the strongest length in the Illinoisan cabin of a young Lincoln considered a waste if only it existed to support itself? Surely, the best of burden that works hardest to relieve the strain of its fellow dwellers in yoke is considered in the same breath as the most gracious of kings!
So, then, is this the rightful place of a singular human in the broad hold of humanity? To impress upon and impact the life of the closest neighbor and, yes, even the most distant of strangers for the betterâis this the hushed grotto where true fulfillment rests it head? The very purpose of this life, I supposed to myself, is the very love that defines it. The very love that gives such warm and soothing glow amidst the always looming threat of the bleak and weary. Indeed, a blaze never to be squelched by the deepest darkness when held in union and harmony with all brothers and sisters of the bond of human life! To live and love in mirth and merriment with one another; to give more freely unto the next, placing the least precedence of all upon oneâs own self!
For, verily, even the stubborn perpetuity of that indifferent miser we call Father Time can overcome not the greater, fiercer perpetuity of true humanity, shared graciously from one person to the next. Yes, though the singular lives of its humble constituents pass through as but a vibrant flash of scenic vista in the window of a barreling locomotive, the whole of humankind blazes forward. By giving oneself freely and without reservation to the betterment of his fellow co-resident of humanity, any man, woman, or child can truly find life outside of personal constraint. This, then, is to take rightful place as an heir of the human race. This is to live!
And so, in a far greater state of determined resolution as when I first began to stumble upon this conclusion, I felt spurned within me a purpose anew. Yes, to leave the walls of my daily confinement and conquer the barriers that isolate me from my kin is my truest desire! And in this day of global connectedness with the stroke of a computerâs key, I am far less fettered than my forbearers in blood to reach my truest mortal prescriptionsâO, blessed day! In seek of the special communion for which the hunger of my soul so deeply famished, I soon basked in the blue glow of the most social of all media. A true marvel of interconnectedness, so often abused or otherwise disregarded. With insatiable eyes, I sought to behold before me an avenue to mortal camaraderie; verily, an avenue to life!
Then, as if by the timely apparition of a playful, guiding sprite, I found my Grail. The treasure for which I so earnestly dug glistened before me, no longer hidden within the digital caves of solitude. Yes, as if the very intersection of friendship, joy, laughter, and all the harmonies of music danced across the light of my eyes, I read aloud the words that permitted my entry into the near bond of true companionship. Alas, these fateful wordsâsweet as a rhymeâclaimed this promise to all who were to behold it.
