My name is Dr. B.L.T. (Bruce L. Thiessen, Ph.D.), but you can call me Bruce or Dr. BLT. I'm a singer/songwriter who writes, records, and produces his own music in his own storytelling style, but he
also brings in other artists as performers, vocalists, and co-writers who offer their own creative interpretation of his unique style.
My music credentials include: recently placing a song on the top 30 at #21 at mp3000.net with a song that has become known as The Black Santa Song; getting national airplay; and having a cameo on
an MTV-award-nominated music video by Cake for a song called Short Skirt/Long Jacket.
In addition to being a singer/songwiter, I have a day job. I am a clinical/forensic psychologist, a university instructor. I was born and raised in Canada, but I am a dual citizen, a long-time
resident of California, and a current resident of Bakersfield.
For ten years, I've been write articles that integrate psychological principles and spiritual insights for Vocations and Prayer magazine. For nearly as long, I've been writing an advice column,
writing interview/profile pieces, and doing CD reviews for the e-zine, Phantom Tollbooth: http://www.tollbooth.org
I am the "Fan in Black," who wrote and released an entire CD featuring original songs about the life and music of Johnny Cash. If you've visited Russo's at the Marketplace recently, you'll also
notice that I've released several other CDs, including Confessions of a Buckaholic, a Buck Owens tribute CD featuring original songs about the life and music of Buck Owens.
I listen to, write, and record modern rock, alt rock, retro rock, classic rock, country, alt country and many more styles of music. I write and record a new song almost every day. What can I say?
Music rocks!
PS: "I am always looking for vocaiist and other musician to perform, and record my many many songs. So if you live in the Bakersfield area and would like a chance to record one of my songs please
contact me".
The day was Tuesday, January 12, 2010. I came across these alien cowboy hitchhikers on my way to work the other day, on the freeway entrance on Buck Owens Blvd., right across from Buck Owens' Crystal Palace. I was in a hurry but stopped to introduce myself. They were silent. I asked if they were in a band, they said no.I asked if they were cowboys. They said "no." Then, in a strange sort of sci-fi voice, they said in unison,"We are carpenters." I was running late for work, so I had to leave the scene of this alien carpenters sighting. Only in Bakersfield. I sense anew song in the works.
So, what do you, the blog visitor, make of all of this? Are they human? Are they really carpenters? Are they trying to communicate? If so, what are they trying to tell us?
1/14/2010 12:23 AM
Jerry The Saxman wrote:
A strange encounter indeed! A close Encounter of the Fourth Kind. Perhaps they were Buck's Angels, standing less than 100 yards from where we all sang with Buck. Reply to this
1/18/2010 1:05 AM
Jerry The Saxman wrote:
I think I saw one of those guys at Trout's on Saturday during Rockwell's Birthday Bash, at the Blues Jam when I gave the latter a copy of our new CD, Blue Mirror II.
A strange encounter indeed! A close Encounter of the Fourth Kind. Perhaps they were Buck's Angels, standing less than 100 yards from where we all sang with Buck.
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Now that sounds like a prospect I would actually entertain!
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Right on!
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I think I saw one of those guys at Trout's on Saturday during Rockwell's Birthday Bash, at the Blues Jam when I gave the latter a copy of our new CD, Blue Mirror II.
Jerry The Saxman
Blue Mirror
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