Brent McCollough Music


I have always had a love for music. Ever since I was a kid, with one of those red, rounded top tape recorders that you pushed one of six small buttons to record from.

I drag along a notebook of “prose” I want one day to turn into song.

So I can’t play an instrument. I took piano. Mrs. Frances Mellon taught me each week at Livingston University. I was ten. I was bored. I PROMISED if my mother let me quit, I would never regret it. I was standing in the front yard, in cleats, wanting to go play flag football with the boys on the street.

She let me, I do.

I have taken guitar…left and right handed to no avail!

So my children, I have nurtured their love of music. All of them play by ear. It is a TRUE gift.

Last night I had the pleasure of having my two teens drop in for spagetti dinner at the big table, like we did before they were 21 and 19. After dinner they went up to our nine year old daughter’s room where they “taught her a few chords” on her guitar.

I watched them, my daughter singing, my son showing her where to put her tiny fingers on frets.

I cried watching this beautiful display, this common thread of a love for music that began with my own dad showing me how to wire the stereo amp to speakers and external turntable (before any of that was the norm).

All of the memories of years of Olivia Newton John through headphones melted my heart as I watched them collaborate.

Music, as my son wrote for his first paper at The University of Alabama, is the common thread that holds the world together. He wrote it after bonding with his Chinese ONLY speaking roommate AFTER realizing he played a mean guitar.

Together, for three years they have savored this friendship that began with a guitar and keyboard when no other words could be understood. (He now speaks fluent English, and came to Alabama ONLY because he wanted to go where Forest Gump lived, yes REALLY. Winston Groom, you MUST meet this boy, who went against all Chinese culture to the dismay of his parents to come here).

I am blessed to witness my children’s love for music, to be able to hear it, see it, feel the bond between my babies as they develop their own talents.

You can visit my son, Brent’s Site HERE:

brent music

And listen to Brent and Shelton singing together on this song he wrote.

https://soundcloud.com/brentmccollough/forever-mastered-mp3

Yes, today, I am blessed beyond words.

Forever doesn’t last too long…will be something they created that will last…..well…..forever.

Allison

The Butterfly Effect of Love by Allison Adams


Science has shown the butterfly effect to engage
with the first movement of any form of matter- including people.
            ~from Andy Andrews book The Butterfly Effect
            a gift for the families who attended the wedding
A few years ago, a boy was too busy to make it out for a blind date with a girl.
After talking to her long distance by chat, text, phone, he decided he had to see her.  Convincing his parents who were on their way to the town where she lived to drop him off at her house for the weekend, he arrived at her doorstep, a sleeping bag and pillow in hand.
I don’t recall the exact way it was told at the Rehearsal Dinner but I think it went down like this.  As he stood there, a surprise to this girl and her college room mates, he waved to his parents over his shoulder with a huge grin, “This is Lauren. I am going to meet her parents this weekend, then another weekend you are going to get to know her and some day we are going to be married!”
They dated a couple of years and the celebration of their lives together was this weekend in Rosemary Beach, Florida.
My husband and two daughters (7 and 17) followed the flutter of love set forth in their college days and headed to Rosemary beach for their wedding.  Getting to know his family, in the brief moments we had around them, was something magical. To meet Will you can only grin from ear to ear. I don’t recall seeing him not smiling, and hugging people, and sticking his arm out to say “I’m Will!” to anyone and everyone he saw.
Toasts from their friends were all upbeat, magical, kind, genuinely all about the magic of their love.  The preacher who married them had been waiting for this day since Will was a child. His humor and pure joy for the occasion sent waves of chuckles throughout the weekend.
A toast was made by an elderly couple, briefly strangers, who met Will on an airplane on his way back from Argentina where he works as a hunting guide.
“I’m getting married,” he told them.
The gentleman whom I would guess is in his seventies gleamed as he and his wife stood to toast Will.  “This boy whom I met for only hours but felt like I knew him my whole life told me about Lauren on the ride home. It sounded like such a magical union. “
Will’s answer was, “You should come. I’ll send you a ticket!”
And that is how the little northern couple too were sucked up into the love current started back in college by a boy with a big heart and a girl who won it with her brains, beauty and love of hunting.
And everywhere we were, stories of Will and Lauren drifted across the wind. Her college friends from Rhodes, her roommates from Auburn, and some from Graduate School at Vanderbilt all meshed together in a tail wind of excitement spurred by the birth of a little girl whose daddy taught her how to hunt and fish and her mama who loved to shop with her and ski and do all the things boys like for girls to do with them while looking “fabulous”.
While her parents are no longer married, the love in her heart and the love they have for her brought them to a moment where they could stand together, for her, with her.  The toast Carson made was not about him…but how “your mother and I feel about the blessing that you are”.
Love is the ultimate goal in life. It is the most important of all of the messages that God left for us here on earth.
The couple didn’t say “we are in love”.
They ARE love. Their eyes showed it, their hugs showed it. There was no need for words.
In a time when the world seems tiny and meaningless for so many as it crumbles around us and hate rises up, we are reminded on a beach in a small town of Rosemary that there are great new beginnings being formed. There are messages floating along the sands and waves shouting out to perhaps a couple who was there who re-kindled a stale relationship, or a stranger who watched from beyond the dunes who dreamed of one day having such a blessed marriage.
Yes, there were butterfly effects going on all around us in Rosemary.
My seven year old watched it all.  Perhaps the effect she sees will be with her forever as she aspires for true love.  She was so excited to help hand out the rosemary that would shower the bride and groom  as they rolled off in their antique thunderbird convertible. Rosemary symbolizes love, remembrance, friendship and truth ~ something they will take into a new life, a new world, where laced into an even more powerful strand, I have no doubt that they will send tornadoes of hope across the world.

I can feel them now in Belize~ landing on a soft beach, speaking of love, toasting to their future, perhaps sparking a small wave, a breeze of what is to come across the planet where we are, just as we are soaking in and simply remembering the first wave.

Cheers and congratulations to you for touching my life and reminding me how precious my sweet husband is and how blessed I am with my children.
The greatest of these….is love.  Thanks for sharing yours!
Allison Adams