Dr. Jay & Miss Diana to Perform at GPC

Yes, true professional musicians will be playing in our worship this coming Easter Sunday morning! Dr. Jay & Miss Diana will drive up from Bolivar to do special music for our prelude and offertory during worship. They came and sang once before and it was truly enjoyable.

I have been listening to their albums over at their site, Dr Jay & Miss Diana, and reading their bio’s. Both are fully qualified in life to sing the blues, both Memphis style and whatever other styles may exist out there. I feel like knowing them that I’ve met royalty, but they would spit and hack at that description. They are truly unpretentious and I don’t get the impression they are impressed with those who are pretentious.

Dr. Jay gave me a portion of his testimony at one point and told me that he has played as a studio musician for the likes of Jimmy Page, and… well, others you would know if I could remember them. I asked him point blank: “were you impressed by any of the people you played with?” Not a bit.

While most of us never get to know those who run celebrity circles, Dr. Jay and Miss Diana have. Sadly, they told me the worst were those who were “Christian” artists. Doesn’t surprise me. I’ve heard that before. But they have experienced it first hand. I get the strong impression that the word “celebrity” would be less than a compliment in their world. Most of us know that, but there is a part of us that would love to know someone famous, simply for the joy of knowing someone famous, so we can tell the rest of those of us who are not famous that we know someone famous and therefore, are more special that the rest of us who are not all that special (in a worldly sort of way). They have known enough famous people that they are not caught off guard by the glow of stardom. This is what makes them so special, that and the fact that both are dear brothers and sisters in the Lord.

As for knowing someone famous, there is truly only One person in all of humanity to know and be known by, and we will be worshiping Him this coming Sunday at Grace Presbyterian Church here in Jackson, TN. Come join us as we band together to worship and hear from our Savior this Sunday morning. Please bring ears to hear.

Here are some of Dr. Jay’s comments on their lives from their site, which I recommend you visit and listen to the music… and buy some of it as well.

Dr. Jay on His Parents

My childhood was normal I suppose.  My father was a designer, of the electrical sort.  My mother was a lovely woman who loved desserts.  The hour of the day did not matter, nor the day of the week, nor season of the year.  Weather, alignment of the planets, larger issues in the world around her such as war and peace, poverty and plenty – my mother would see to it that my father and I had a good helping of sugar charged edibles at the end our evening meal.  “To,” as she would so aptly put it, “get the taste out of your mouth.”  By, “the taste,” she meant the remaining bouquet of what may have been a select grain-fed Texas rib-eye, a veal piccata, a delicate spinach salad followed by a hearty burgundy, a light chablis or whatever our petite family had just ingested.  The fluffy sugar concoctions my mother baked, fried, whipped or blended would relieve any harmful lingering savor we may have just endured.  I loved my mother.

My first remembrance of my father’s true self came in my fifteenth year.  I was, at the time playing in a rock band and needed what I felt was some snappy garb to wear on stage.  Watching TV and films early in my artistic pursuits, I quickly realized the need for such raiment – it wasn’t that I wanted to be known as someone with a flawless fashion sense; I wanted to be known as a babe magnet.  (I think it was Colonel Chriswell Langhorne who said, “Etiquette is for people who have no breeding; fashion is for those who have no taste.”)  Anyway, being without the financial means to purchase such penetrating items, I wandered into my father’s study one evening hoping for monetary aid, making sure I held what I hoped would be perceived as a dispirited countenance.  My father, being the kindhearted sort I came to know him as, asked, “What’s troubling you son?”  With an appropriate muffled voice I related my apparel situation; always managing to keep my face turned to the floor, my arms hanging limp at my side, speaking in a tone which he would hopefully regard as one which was trying its hardest to hold back a heavy-hearted tear. To which my father conveyed this story:

“I,” he began, “was about your age when I remember feeling bad because I didn’t have enough money to buy a pair of new shoes.”  At this point my father paused looking forewarn into the vast invisible universe which lay somewhere past the books in his study.  Turning back to me, “Then,” he continued, “I walked outside and met a man who had no style.”  That was my father in a nutshell.  I so loved him.

Dr. Jay On Miss Diana’s Childhood

Miss Diana was born on the periphery of Memphis, Tennessee.  She likes to begin the tale of her origin with the phraseology, “I was born a poor black child in the Delta.”  This statement, although true, is more of a paradigm or archetype of the real; Miss Diana’s maiden name was Black and her life did not have its genesis in the most moneyed parentage in the South.  But, other than her forbearer’s appellation she is and was as white as her hair has now become – thanks to L´ORÉL®.

Dr. Jay on Death

Someday, after living to ripe old ages, Miss Diana and I plan to be buried together in an open field of flowers behind our Refashioned Industrial Unit.  A ten foot square pink marble grave stone will read: “We’re dead now.  Everyone who really loved us, take off your pants” .  We also plan to have our will spelled out by the card section at the annual Texas/Oklahoma football game: “We Leave it All to our Neighbor’s Poodle!”

 There is so much more there to read, laugh about and ponder. So head over to the site, listen to their music, read their Bio’s and buy their stuff. And if you can make it next Sunday for worship, join us as we meet with Our Lord and Savior to praise Him to the music of Dr. Jay & Miss Diana. Services start at 11 a.m., Sunday school is at 9:30 a.m.

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