A client requested this song and I had never heard of it. This makes being a DJ the coolest job on the planet. You always get to find out about the newest music.

Well, this song wasn’t available for download on iTunes and so I found it online, downloadable, FOR FREE.

So I am sharing it with you. Here You Go!

You have to RIGHT CLICK on this and then choose “Save Link As…” and it should let you save the MP3.

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With over 450 names submitted, we have narrowed down the names we like to these:

TruthPark Media
Soul Road Media
Change MEdia
OneClick Bible
Deliver MEdia
Trust MEdia
Edified Media
Yearn Media
Heart Change
BibleTV
WordTV
VoxLight Media
Move Me Media
Move MEdia
Hud Media
Epic Love Media

Can I get your thoughts? Which of these names do you like?

If you aren’t sure what this is about, we are rebranding www.songofsolomon.com since our site now encompasses more than just Song of Solomon.

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I thought I was complete
I’d dotted my i’s and crossed my t’s
But before you, I was a run on sentence
An incomplete phrase, an unfinished book
A knight without a princess in a tower
A hero without anyone to save.
A frog that had never been kissed.

Before love came into my life
I was an empty glass waiting to be filled.
Perfectly complete, but somehow empty.

You are my silence when the world is yelling
My hope when all seems lost
My support when the ground is shifting
My warmth on a cold night

Until you I’d never known longing
True joy was just beyond my reach
It was as if I’d spent my life in a coma
And now suddenly I am awake… and I don’t ever want to go back to sleep.

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I’m looking for a personal assistant. I’d prefer someone leggy who wears smooth tight fitting business skirts – think Ali Larter in “Obsessed”.

I don’t have a lot of money right now so I would have to pay you about 100 dollars  a week for about 50-80 hours worth of work. That means answering my phone at all times, 24×7, updating my calendar and bringing me latte’s whenever I scream out, “WHERE THE HELL IS MY LATTE!”

Experience Required:

• Must be able to type 80 words per minutes
• Must understand and be able to use Twitter.

Considered a plus:

• Ability to give deep tissue massages
• Enjoys wearing Stilettos at all times

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Judith pulled into her garage and left the car engine running as the garage door closed behind her. She thought how easy it would be to just lie there, still and quiet, allowing the carbon monoxide to just carry her away.

It wasn’t that her life was depressing, it was just that she was tired. More and more she felt like staying in bed as there seemed very little reason to get up. The things in life that once allowed her to escape from reality had lost their thrill, food became tasteless, people became an annoyance.

She shut off her engine and allowed the darkness to settle around her. Suicide was such a cowardly way to go and in comparison to the people around her she really had no reason to be bored with her life. She got out of her Camry and made her way into her house.

Without flipping a light on she dropped her keys on the kitchen table. They clanged loudly disturbing the silence but not bringing it fully awake.

Then Judith bumped into something and screamed. There was a man standing there in front of her. His face wasn’t dark and menacing, on the contrary it was warm and inviting. He pulled her toward him without seeming to move at all. One minute he was standing there and the next she was clutched tightly in his arms.”Don’t resist” He said.

His voice was deep and throaty and instead of fear she felt a twinge of excitement. Only moments ago she was thinking about death and now this? She felt her legs go weak as the man began to kiss her neck gently. Then he slammed her against the refrigerator, magnets and pictures fell to the floor as the assault continued.

Could this be happening? It felt like something out of a Lifetime made for tv movie. She couldn’t believe what she was feeling, joy, excitment, fear. She was suddenly turned on and without realizing it she was kissing back, greedily and lustily pulling off her attackers clothes. His eyes met hers and they was a break, a moment of hesitation as he sensed that the tables were being turned. He tried to pull away but Judith kept on pulling him toward her. She twisted and spun in such a way that pulled him to the floor and she fell on top of him.

She reached down between them groping for the buttons on his pants. She ripped his shirt open and bit his nipple. The intruder yelled in pain and tried to push Judith away but she held him down relishing the feeling of being in total control. She slapped his face hard and then kissed him devouring his face like Thanksgiving dinner.

When she pulled her mouth away from his she heard him saying something and shaking his head, “No, No, No”. The fear in his eyes seemed to ignite an animalistic need in Judith that she didn’t know she had. The power was all-consuming she reached up into the drawer and pulled out a knife and held it to his throat. With a single slice she cut his carotid artery and whispered, “Thank You”.

Judith sat quietly in the dark waiting for Mr. Parsons to get home. She held her breath and then pressed the cool steel of the blade to the side of her cheek. the cold cause her to gasp with shock. Before the intruder had come into her life she could feel depression lurking in the shadows waiting for a sign of weakness so it could swoop in for the kill, but she decided to show depression she wasn’t as weak as he thought. As she slid the knife into Mr Parsons heart she smiled at the thought of death and laughed…. life has a funny way of working things out and finally she had something to live for.

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I’m not sure if I posted on here about trying e-Harmony again in December of last year, but  I did. Surprisingly I was matched with very few women and the ones I was matched with weren’t a match at all.

What is it about online dating services that makes me feel like I am bargain basement shopping? It’s like I have this selection of women served up before me that are last year’s models or returned items that someone else didn’t want. I know what you are thinking: Harsh Much! But it’s true.

I’ve been trying Match.com for a month now and it seems that everyone they are matching me with is divorced. When did people start getting divorced in their twenties?

I’m probably being too judgmental or even unrealistic cause I know there are some amazing divorced women out there, but I sort of want to be my wife’s first husband. When someone has already been married then I feel like “Hey, you already had your turn, let some the rest of us have a shot!”

Match.com gives me 5 new matches a day and most of the time I can look at their profile and tell if we would actually be a good match. I have talked to a couple of girls through email and I can’t help but be bored.

One girl said, “It’s torture for me to get to know someone through email.” And I wanted to respond back, “If that is the case, then you should give me a good reason to want to meet you in person. Be interesting. Be funny. Be witty. Charming. SOMETHING!” Snore.

I have a tendency to quickly write out a long email that gives insights into who I am and what I am looking for without coming right out and saying it. I ask important questions up front like, “Were you ever a dude?” and “Are you a Wiccan?” It’s important to get these questions out of the way at the beginning instead of finding out on the third or fourth date and you’ve already french kissed on the front steps of her lair.

I promise that I am not hardened or set in my ways, but the last 4-6 relationships, the girls I took out from e-Harmony, Wilbur Smith novels and the 33 years I have lived on this Earth have wizened me and enhanced my bullcraptometer.  Online dating services allow people to put their best foot forward on an online profile but I think it also attracts people that fall into these categories:

• Desperate
• Shallow
• Married
• Divorced
• Perverts
• Crazies
• Hopeless Romantics
• Gold Diggers

I’m sure that makes me sound jaded, but I’m just drawing a conclusion based on my own personal experience and observation. But I also believe that in every field full of weeds you can find a beautiful wild flower… Somewhere in this great wide world there is a woman who will understand my heart and see me for who I am – flawed, but awesome.  She’s out there somewhere and I plan to find her.

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I’m always annoyed by those people who come up to me while I am DJing and ask me to play a number of songs.

“Can you play Friends in Low Places followed by Get Low and then the Electric Slide?”

I can’t help but think in my mind, “Seriously?” The reason you hire a DJ is because they know how to keep a party moving.

Last night the groove was happening. I had about 20 people on the dance floor for this great house party. Everyone was dressed 60′s flower child style and their costumes were awesome. However, this one lady who was dressed in bell bottoms and a tube top came over and asked me to play some “Real 60′s Music.” I was playing mostly 70′s because that is what I was told to play by the lady who hired me. Her husband was born in 1969 and so she wanted songs played from each decade of his life.

So… trying to be the gracious DJ I put on her 3 requested songs. It was as if someone had dropped a big fart on the dance floor because it cleared out immediately. A bad song can be a real stinker to a great party and so it is imperative that you keep the groove happening. Just because it was a number 1 hit or a popular song does not mean it is a good song for a dance party.

Hippie chick comes back over after the 3 songs she requested are over and says, “Okay, now you can pick things back up” and I replied, “Yeah, you kinda killed it.”

Whoa! Did I actually just say that to her? Normally I would keep those kind of comments in my brain. I mean, I said it with a nice face, but it was true and I wanted her to go away.

The rest of the people that requested music did better, but the host of the party kept coming back and asking me to bring back the funk – gotta have that funk. I was more than happy to oblige and she was very nice and cool.

As my time was coming to a close they asked me to stay longer and I said I would, no charge, but the lady gave me an extra $100 bucks for staying about 45 minutes extra. Sweet.

I think in the end everyone had a great time, but I think few people realize that DJ’s, at least the good ones like myself, we know what we are doing and so it’s best to leave the playlist to the Pros and if you have a song request then one song at a time please.

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My friends Nathan and Chelli Allison are hoping to win a picture of their son on an 11×14 canvas. If you could help them out by going to this site and clicking #2 that would rock.

http://jlcphoto.com/journal/?p=169

Thanks, and you know I will return the favor!

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I don’t normally hop on over to IHOP. It’s generic food that is mass produced doesn’t appeal to my refined palate and if I want to eat breakfast crap then I will just go to McDonalds or Whataburger – both of which normally provide better tasting food than IHOP.

This morning I woke up at 4 a.m. after an especially long sleeping jag. I took a nap yesterday that started at 2 p.m. and lasted until 4 a.m. this morning and so when I woke up there was no chance I was going to go back to sleep… so what to do?

I hopped online and read some blogs, posted some comments, and then I decided I was hungry since the previous day I had slept right through dinner. I decied on IHOP.

When I walked in the place was empty save for one couple. There wasn’t a greeter and from the sounds coming from the kitchen I thought maybe a troup of monkeys had been released and they were being forced to do the dishes. Loud shrieks of laughter kept coming from the kitchen, but no one was coming out to assist me.

I waited. Where else was I going to go?

Finally after about 5 minutes someone came out and said, “Did you need something?”

“Um, yeah, I wanted to eat breakfast”

“Oh, okay, sorry”

I sat down and ordered a chicken sandwich only to be annoyed by the employee that was sitting in the booth behind me. He had his iPod with him and he decided that he would turn the music up so loud that I could hear it crystal clear through his headphones.

Ugh. I thought I would have a quiet breakfast and get some reading done before church, but alas, it was not meant to be.

Finally my waiter arrived and I ordered some food, but before it arrived a posse of peeps fresh from an Prom came rolling in and then I knew for sure that this was not going to be a pleasant experience.

It was my own fault actually because before I had ever arrived at this particular IHOP I had fantasized about the place making into something much grander than it actually was. With a cool exterior and large windows they had designed this IHOP to look like a Swiss Chalet and so I had sort of romanticized my morning breakfast. I had pictured myself sipping on a hot cup of coffee with a warm scarf wrapped around my neck while I watched skiers swoop down the mountain. When my crepes arrived they would be delivered by a “Heidi” with blond hair and pigtails and she would have a German accent.

After I enjoyed my breakfast I would be ushered into the back for a deep tissue massage and other spa services. Everything would be wooden and warm and minty fresh and they would be playing Edelweiss through the speakers and bringing me hot chocolate made of course by Swiss Miss herself.

Yes. This is what it is like in my head and this is why my reality is often disappointing. I have unrealistic expectations of many things, including women, I have this dream, this vision of someone who is great and will be an amazing mom and wife and who just instinctively knows what to do and say to make my day.

For me though, this latter fantasy is more realistic as I have had glimpses of this in my friends wives, my sisters and of course my own mother.

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The dream sequence started differently. I mean, I was there and then suddenly I was grabbed by this girl that I knew and she started kissing me. It caught me off gaurd and I fell down. She fell with me her tongue locked in my cheek and me wondering if she was going to cut me with her braces. Braces? She doesn’t have braces in reality so why does she have them in this dream sequence?

Her blond hair and milk colored complexion paired with her rich red lips remind me of Gwen Stefani or one of those blond girls in a comic strip.

I should be delighted that some girl is throwing herself at me, but I am perplexed because this person, where did she come from and why all of the sudden is she here? At this skating rink?

It’s not a sex dream, I rarely have those even though in Psychology 101 we were told that most of our dreams were sexual, what? I don’t think so. I dream mostly of food and chocoloate chip cookies and working at the nursing home and Ultimate Frisbee.

The few times I have had sex dreams I always wake up before the sex. Does that happen to you? To everyone? It’s like one of those dreams where you have won the lotto or suddenly your wildest dream is coming true but before it fully comes to fruition you wake up.

But lately, my dreams are different. My day dreams are different too. I’m scanning girls all the time wondering if they could be the future Mrs. because the last futue Mrs. hopeful was not interested in the least and she let me know by ingoring my attempts at starting up a super-delicious romance that would have started with her and I and a plate of Thai and we would be laughing and eating Pad Thai and our lips would touch as we slurped on a really long and fat rice noodle and it would be like a scene from Lady and the Tramp and then later we would have a batch of puppies.

For real though, lately, something is up. I think being self-employed has left me with too much time to be alone and the time that I used to spend alone on the weekends was “ME” time but now that is all I have, “Me” time and too much of that and so yeah, I’d love to have a woman in my life that I could take to breadwinners and to watch Grey’s Anatomy with. I’d sit with her on the couch and massage her feet and listen to her talk endlessly about her day and what she wanted to eat for dinner and how her mom is stressing her out. I’d listen and I’d be grateful that my time was no longer all mine.

So yeah, something is up, perhaps I am finally growing up… it’s doubtful, but maybe.

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I remember when people started talking about Globalization like it was the end of the world. Sure, no one likes to see American jobs go overseas, but because of outsourcing and globalization we are able to get more for less.

There seems to be a trend that comes and goes, one minute you have to specialize and then you need to generalize, however, I think the new trend is that you should specialize in multiple things instead of being generally good at a few things or really good at one.

Right now I work about 50 hours a week, but I work them whenever I want and my income comes from various forms of work that are only marginally related. What I have found is that I am only one person and if I want to continue to be competitive I will need to find other people who are better than me at really specialized stuff so I can give my clients the best services and products for the best price.

So if you have kids, you should encourage them to be good at multiple things, do what they love, be good at it, figure out how to make money at it and then they will always be successful.

At least that’s my two cents.

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I sent out an email that I created for SOS that went out to 50,000 people.

http://www.songofsolomon.com/maydevo09.htm

I am quite proud of this even though it is just the beginning. I created all of those graphics, the header and footer even and this work is keeping me quite busy and I love it.

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