My Wife  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


Just want to give my wife some props here...

Candice is on a retreat right now, hopefully getting a massage, a nice dinner and some laughs with her friends. Meanwhile, I'm on Daddy duty, and I have great fear that by this time tomorrow I'll understand just why she needed a retreat!

I work fairly hard and keep a lot of balls in the air with all my projects, and in between I get these great moments with my daughter. But I also know how, when I'm tired from a long day or have my mind on something else and my daughter is either in a bad, loud tantrum kind of mood, or just needs my attention, I find out just how impatient and selfish I can be. Candice doesn't have that luxury - its Mommy time 24 hours a day. The fact that she must constantly put Ella's needs above her own, without much of a break, is pretty amazing - especially since she'll say she loves it (most of the time!). I really don't know that I could do what she does everyday without losing my mind, even though I'm madly in love with my little girl. But thank God he wires us all different, and that she's here and I don't have to - poor Ella would get the short end of that scenario. But I am looking forward to my Daddy/Daughter weekend. I hope Ella doesn't regret it!

Anyway, hats off to you, Candice!
I love you and I hope these 24 hours are refreshing.
(You'll need to be refreshed when you get back and have to clean my mess!)

Health  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


Embarrassing to admit, but I haven't been to a doctor for a physical since I was little...if even then. I honestly can't remember ever doing a full physical, I only assume I must have at some time, right? Anyway, I'm 41 and have spent a few years sure that there must be something wrong with me by now. I mean, I get headaches, body aches, colds every other week, and a long list of other ailments that have slowly turned me into a mild hypochondriac. And now, I have a daughter and a son coming, so the guilt of not getting myself looked at was getting to be too much.

Well, surprise, I'm fine. I went in for a full physical with our new doctor (easily one of the most humiliating and violating experiences of my life, but that's another story). After a week of being sure I'd be called in for "the talk", his report over the phone was just, "Everything looks fine, all your tests are good. Cholestoral is slightly high (204, should be under 200) so watch the red meat. And have some fish oil."

That's it? Years of negligence and all I need is fish oil and less bacon? Look, I'm not unhappy with the results - I want to be around for a while - but couldn't he give me anything to warrant coaxing sympathy from my friends? Or special treatment from my wife - "Sorry, honey, I can't take out the trash...foot fungus, you know."

Anyway, I'm good for another year at least.

P.S. Get checked!

Altars  

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I wrote an article a couple years back that I want to share here - albeit in an abridged form - because its been on my mind again lately. Plus, since today is Randy Elrod's "Cultural Water Cooler" day (which you can visit HERE), it seems appropriate! Finally, while this blog is not meant just for Christians, expect me to get my church on occasionally!

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As an artist, it is often easy to get caught up in our art for selfish reasons - its fun to do and we often get praised for it. As a Christian artist, we have to be extra cautious of these things and be sure that we dedicate our efforts to the Lord. It has helped me to think of much of my work, especially my songs, as "altars".

People don't build altars any more. In the Old Testament, we see constant examples where people built altars to commemorate God - something He's done, a promise delivered, a promise He's made, our dedication and obedience to Him. These altars were meant to stand for generations, to remind people of what God did in a certain place at a certain time.

Our songs (and works of art) are like altars. They can tell the story of what God has done even without us present, and they will stand as reminders long after we're gone, reminding future generations that God moved in our lives and that we acknowledged Him. And, unlike most altars, they can even go on without us, traveling the globe in our stead telling the testimony of what God did in our lives.

Creating art is fun, and it has its inherent personal rewards - that is God's gift to us as artists. But how much greater is our art when consecrated to the Lord, how greater the reward to see our art reflect His greatness and tell the story of His presence in our lives.

Just a thought to consider when you are creating your next piece of art - let it be an altar to the Lord.

Our New Roommate  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


My wife and I spent the weekend getting the baby room ready for Nico (Nicolas Anthony Guerrero), who should be coming around April 15! Its so bizarre preparing for, not just a visitor, but someone who will actually be moving in - permanently!

The big question when you're expecting a baby is always "Do you know if its a boy or a girl?". I know everyone has their preferences, but for me, I can't imagine not knowing as soon as possible. People always argue that it ruins the surprise, but isn't the surprise the exact same thing - just earlier? I compare it to picking someone up at the airport. Isn't it more exciting picking someone up at the airport whom you already know than picking up a stranger? You wait expectantly, and you're so excited when you see their face because you already know them and love them - you know who you're expecting. Otherwise, you stand there with a name on a sign, scouring the crowd, wondering, "Is that him? No? Is that? Oh...how about..." I prefer knowing.

I feel like I know who's coming - its my son, Nico - and I can't wait to see him and show him to his room.
And then make him clean it.

Heard Any Good Jokes?  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


I was at a session yesterday and we all decided to tell our favorite jokes.
Here's my two of my all time faves:

1. What's brown and sticky? (A stick.)

2. Two bats are hanging upside down.
One says to the other,
"Hey, I'm hungry - let's go find some blood."
"Are you nuts?" answered his friend. "It's the middle of night - we'll never find blood at this time. I'm staying here."
So, the first bat takes off alone.
Soon after, he returns, his face covered in blood.
"Wow!" said his friend. "Where in the world did you find blood at this time of night?"
"Well, do you see that tree over there?"
"Yes."
"I didn't."

What's your favorite joke?

Sleep Driving  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


One of the good things about being, uh, older, is that that when I don't have any exciting new things to blog about, I can reach back into a large cache of archived stories from my past. Here's one of my favorite life-experiences:

Sleep Driving And The Mystery Guest

During the summer I was recording my first CD (1987), I was keeping the kind of schedule that could wipe anybody out. My days consisted of waking up at 7:30 or 8:00am, driving from Santa Ana to Pasadena for a 10am recording session, working until 3pm, then spending hours in rush hour traffic to get from Pasadena to San Clemente for a 7pm dinner theater show, of which I was in the pit orchestra. I’d get home around midnight and start the whole process again the next day. This went on for several weeks, six days a week.
One night, instead of driving home after the show, I had to drive back to Pasadena for a midnight recording session with a guitar player who was only available at that time. We worked all through the night, and finally at 7am, I got in my car to brave the traffic home. I wasn't on the freeway more than a few minutes before I started dozing off. The traffic was horrible, and every few feet when I’d stop my car, I’d fall asleep and wake to the sound of horns honking at me. Finally, I realized this was highly unsafe. I decided to pull over to the side of the road thinking I’d nap for 10 minutes or so. So I fell asleep there on the side of the 5 freeway in Los Angeles.
Here’s where the story gets good…
When I woke up, I was no longer where I’d stopped. In fact, I was driving my car! And I was on the wrong freeway! And… there was a homeless man in my car!!
I tried to shake off the confusion assuming it would all come back to me, but it didn’t. I couldn’t remember letting him in, starting my car and getting back on the freeway, changing freeways – nothing! But he must have knocked on my door and I must have let him in! And I was definitely driving!
I thought that if I let my passenger know this he might freak out on me. So I sat there in silence for a long time, waiting. Finally, after about 20 minutes of getting back on the right freeway and racking my brain, I asked him, “So, where are you going again?”. “Oceanside,” he said. “I’ll take you as far as Santa Ana” I replied. Those were the only words spoken. When we got to Santa Ana I dropped him off on the side of the road and watched him walk into the bushes.
I spent all day thinking, “It’s got to come back to me…” - but it never has. The moral of the story is, well, maybe there isn’t one. But it’s a cool story, huh?
(And no, the picture isn't actually me.)

Running  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


My little girl is a big ball of energy. Almost from the moment she gets up in the morning, she is running non-stop, burning rubber until naptime or bedtime. It is not uncommon for her, in her youthful haste, to bump her head, trip and fall, run into something. Thankfully, she has a high pain threshold - when she does get hurt, she cries for all of 30 seconds then moves on. But how I envy her - to just run through life with so much gusto, free of all cares, never stopping to plan her way or worry about the 'what-ifs'. If I had such a youthful abandon and less worries, I wonder how much more I would be doing in my life - what more I would see, what more I would accomplish, experience, enjoy. The crazy thing is, no matter how much worrying or planning of my steps I do, I still fall down and get hurt. And when I do, I whine about it much longer than 30 seconds. Maybe its because I have relied solely on my own, imperfect planning and plotting, and 'getting hurt' means I've failed or have somehow been gipped in the process. My daughter seems to only need a moment of comfort from mom or dad to move on - she just trusts that when something goes wrong, its on us to fix it. How much better would we live if we trusted God like that? Just lived with godly abandon, trusting him in our running and in our falling? Sad that we don't. Sadder still that my daughter will eventually learn from me and slow down.

Save your tapes...  

Posted by Tony Guerrero



I realize that most people who blog are too young to have much of their lives documented on audio cassette or video tape (I have friends who can only tell time from a digital readout!). But, if any of you have precious memories stored on tape - get them digitized! The shelf life of most tape is, at best, 10-20 years, so your old memories will fade eventually. I've purchased three separate units recently: VHS to DVD, Audio Cassette to MP3, Vinyl to CD. Not only has it allowed me an embarassing walk down memory lane, but I know all my old audio & video keepsakes will be playable, safe and backed up for decades to come. And CD/DVDs take up a TON less storage space than Video Tapes! Just a little fair warning from an old guy who now has years worth of old home movies to show you!

For the doubters  

Posted by Tony Guerrero

I've had a couple requests for proof of some of the previous claims, so here are two photos:
1. Me, drunk at age 3 and crawling under a chair
2. Me, at high school in a robe (yes, the hair is out of control)

I plan on failing...  

Posted by Tony Guerrero


I know my limits. Try as I might to join the fray and start blogging, it will be nothing short of a miracle if I get past more than a couple weeks...but here begins my valiant effort. I think for my first entry, I will copy someone else's blog with a list I found interesting (these are my answers though!):

10 Things Most People Don't Know About Me:

1. I was arrested and thrown in jail once.
2. I lived for a year in a small mountain village in central Mexico.
3. I've had original cartoons published in magazines.
4. I don't remember who my first kiss was because it was in a 7th grade game of Spin The Bottle.
5. I wore a bathrobe to high school almost every day my junior year.
6. I was the soloist in my elementary school choir.
7. I was a Little League All-Star - twice.
8. My first actual stage performance ever was as a ventriloquist.
9. I have only been drunk once - when I was about 3 yrs old (long story, no arrests necessary).
10. I've been bucked from a wild bull.

Whew! I did it. My first blog. Now comes the embarassing part, where no one actually reads or comments.