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Greetings and Welcome to The 405 Coffee Break with O.K. Solberg
New episodes tend to air over the local KMMR radio station @ 5 minutes past 4PM each M-F. And have been doing so, nearly every week since Sept 2018.
I'm D.J. Rasmussen, O.K.s friend since junior high, possibly your neighbor & this websites maintainer, whom strives to get each episode's show notes written, the transcript proofed and the audio posted to the internet within a few hours of that days KMMR air time. NOTE: recently been publishing most new releases by 4:30PM.
Thanks for visiting and I hope you enjoy the time we can spend together.
Want to again welcome you to The 405 Coffee Break. Guys, get you a cup of coffee, glass iced tea, or bottled water, beverage of your choice. Let's see what's happening out there.
OK Solberg:Spring wheat $5.93 a bushel. 550lb steer calf not moving much now, but in Pays, last sale, there were 55 head of 3 and 4 year old bred cows sold for $4,800 a head. A butcher hog in Iowa 49ยข a pound, and a 100lb fat lamb in Billings $2.75 a pound. But, guys, there's more, much more.
OK Solberg:Let's start out with a song. Well, I woke up Sunday morning with no way to hold my head that didn't hurt. And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad, so I had one more for dessert. Then I fumbled through my closet for my clothes and found my cleanest dirty shirt, and I shaved my face and combed my hair and stumbled down the stairs to meet the day.
OK Solberg:I'd smoked my brains the night before on cigarettes and songs that I'd been picking, but I lite my 1st and watched a small kid cussing at a can that he was kicking. Then I crossed the empty street and caught the Sunday smell of someone frying chicken, and it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way.
OK Solberg:On the Sunday morning sidewalks, wishing Lord that I was stoned because there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone. And there's nothing short of dying half as lonesome as the sound of the sleeping city sidewalks, Sunday morning coming down.
OK Solberg:In the park, I saw a daddy with a laughing little girl who he was swinging. And I stopped beside a Sunday school and listened to the song that they were singing. Then I headed back for home, and somewhere far away, a lonely bell was ringing, and it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
OK Solberg:It is a great song written by Chris Kerstofferson and sung first by Johnny Cash. You know what they say, don't you guys? Misery loves company. It's a great song. But at its core, there's an aching, and aching isn't fun. Could you hear the aching?
OK Solberg:Listen. And it took me back to something that I'd lost somehow, somewhere along the way. And couple it with, because there's something in a Sunday that makes a body feel alone. That's an ache. And finally, like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
OK Solberg:If that isn't an ache, well, I've never felt one. Songwriters have the uncanny ability to identify truth without really trying. Here's another one that is a favorite of mine by Bob Seger from the song The Fire Inside. Now I won't share the entire song or I'd run out of time. It is a long song.
OK Solberg:It's a good song, but listen to the ending. Then you walk to the window and stare at the moon riding high and lonesome through a starlit sky and it comes to you how it all slips away. Youth and beauty are gone one day no matter what you dream or feel or say. It ends in dust and disarray like wind on the plain, sand through the glass, waves rolling in with the tide, our dreams die hard and we watch them erode, but we cannot be denied the fire inside.
OK Solberg:Oh, yes, guys. That internal ache. Songwriters know it. It's a real thing. I just have one thing I can say at this time. A bible verse comes to mind and it says, come to me all that are weary and heavy laden and I will give you rest. Matthew 11:28
OK Solberg:Songwriters identify that weariness and they know they are heavy laden or they wouldn't write. And somewhere far away, a lonely bell was ringing and it echoed through the canyons like the disappearing dreams of yesterday.
OK Solberg:So until next time, as you go out there, remember now, don't be bitter.