Category Archives: DMB

about name changes


So in my last post I talked about how I changed my name about a year ago from my birth name to, how most of you know me here…. Julian. This post as you can see from the title is an expansion of the topic.

I brought The Little Man with me to work on Monday last week… Columbus Day. He had the day off from school as parents went in for parent-teacher conferences. By the way… he’s doing quite well in his first year of school.

On our drive to work he started talking to me about names. He started off telling me his brother’s last name was McKinley. I said, “no… that’s his third name (The Deistette and her ex gave the boys three names when they were born) his last name is the same as yours, just like your daddy… it’s Durham.”

So as the conversation went on he began asking me about his mom’s name and nicknames I have for her. Then he asked if my daughter had any nicknames. I said, “yes, I call her Little Fawn a lot of times.”

He asked why and all kinds of other questions…

Little Man: “does Papa have a nickname?”
Deist: “i don’t know… um, no.”
Little Man: “what about you?”
Deist: “Well, yeah… I’ve been called all kinds of things.”
Little Man: “like what.”
Deist: “Ummm… it really isn’t important. (my fraternity nickname is probably not one a five year old should hear.)
Little Man: “But what is it?”
Deist: “ok, well you know how my first name is Robert ?… well some people shorten it and call me Rob.” [his expression looks as though he doesn’t believe that really qualifies as a nickname] I continue in an attempt to pull him away from me, “Hey… you know you have a nickname too?”
Little Man: What! (He says that a lot in response to things I say to him. It’s as if what I said is the most shocking thing he’s ever heard. Pretty funny sometimes. For instance… “hey… mommy and I have decided we’re gonna sell you to the gypsies.” WHAT!?!)

Anyway so The Little Man says “what” in his usual shocked way. And I tell him that he’s heard mommy call him his nickname lots of times and that my nickname for him is Little Man.

He sat there silent for a bit… mulling it over a little. He had his thousand-yard stare working then he announced he wanted to change his name.

Deist: “WHAT!?! (i guess it works both ways) What do you want to change it to?”
Little Man: “Mr. Dave.”
Deist: “Mr Dave? Mr Dave Smith?”
Little Man: “No… just Mr Dave.”

I don’t know why he chose Mr. Dave. Somehow, it doesn’t really fit if you ask me. I don’t think Mr.Dave works. Maybe I should come up with a different nickname for him if he’s already decided this early in life that he wants it changed.

Happy Friday everyone!

Here’s a song from a famous Mr. Dave. Hope y’all enjoy.
R.I.P. LeRoi
(sorry for the advertisement at the beginning. I liked the intro though and the song is worth it.)

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Dave Matthews Band loses bandmate


Many of my blog peeps and regular readers know I’m a pretty big DMB fan. Well, I found out today that LeRoi Moore, sax player and one of the founding members of the band, died last night due to complications from injuries received from an ATV accident back in June.

He’ll be missed.

Super Tuesday and DMB


Some of you who have read my blog before have seen that I’ve referenced Dave Matthews Band a few times.

I’ve been a fan of his band’s music since his “Under the Table and Dreaming” album came out in 1994. Dave’s lyrics are at times simplistic, spiritual, common, unusual, erotic, political or silly. He’s surrounded himself with amazing musicians, specifically bass phenom and prodigy Stephan Lessard and drummer extraordinaire Carter Beuford; which, in doing so, allows the music to be extremely complex.

He has helped with issues regarding the environment, his opinions of religion are similar to that of UUs, and he’s just flat out cool.

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My Grace is Gone


I met my friend Grace just as I first started blogging last summer. I felt quite connected to her after reading her words and we agreed that a kindred nature lay between us.

Her words are inspiring, thought provoking and so, so personal.

She is evolving and has recently stated she is going on what she believes will be a rather long hiatus from blogging… perhaps permanantly. In fact she says in her last post, “The season for The Wild Pomegranate is over.”

I believe her. There is a release and resignation in the tenor of the words of her post.

I’m sure many of you more seasoned bloggers have had people on your list of blog friends who have announced they are done with blogging only to come back after a couple of weeks or months. Grace has done that, too, but I think this time she is really gone. I really think she is gone.

I will miss you Grace.

i can’t get this outta my head!!


Lovin’ me some DMB!

Is it gonna be the same thing
is everyone gonna come on in

Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh

Praise God who has many names
But the devil have many more
With the love that my mother gave me
I’m gonna drop the devil to the floor
I’m gonna drop the devil to his knees
I’m gonna drop the devil to his knees

How is there someone
to try to convince you
that they know the answer
no matter the question
be weary of those who believe
in a neat little world
Cuz it’s just fuckin crazy
you know that it is

Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh

Walking along in this haze of confusion
Sometimes I can laugh,
but at times it takes all of my strength
Just to find enough reason
to take the next step, step
But I will, but I will, till I do
Brother, sister
Brother, sister
Brother, sister
Brother, sister

Praise God who has many names
The devil have many more
With the love that my mother gave me
I’m gonna drop the devil to the floor
I’m gonna drop the devil to his knees
I’m gonna drop the devil to his knees

Strange evolution
how people have come to believe
That we are it’s greatest achievement
We’re barely, we’re just a collection of cells
Overrating themselves
Oh God I’m avoiding the truth

Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh amana
Eh hee yeah amanaya
yeaha yeah eh eh