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<channel><title><![CDATA[Chris Orrock - Journal]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal]]></link><description><![CDATA[Journal]]></description><pubDate>Sun, 18 Jan 2026 19:59:26 -0800</pubDate><generator>Weebly</generator><item><title><![CDATA[The Scar]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/the-scar]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/the-scar#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Tue, 19 Mar 2013 05:12:02 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/the-scar</guid><description><![CDATA[When  I was five years old, I stepped barefoot on a water glass lying on the  floor of my Grandparent's bathroom and put a deep, three inch slice in  the side of my foot. As I laid on the living room sofa, all the adults  talked at once about taking me to the hospital for stitches. I wanted no  part of stitches, whatever those were. Amidst the chatter, I looked at  my Grandpa and he looked at me. He stepped forward and said, "Chris  decides." All the adults stopped talking and turned to me. To t [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">When  I was five years old, I stepped barefoot on a water glass lying on the  floor of my Grandparent's bathroom and put a deep, three inch slice in  the side of my foot. As I laid on the living room sofa, all the adults  talked at once about taking me to the hospital for stitches. I wanted no  part of stitches, whatever those were. Amidst the chatter, I looked at  my Grandpa and he looked at me. He stepped forward and said, "Chris  decides." All the adults stopped talking and turned to me. To this day, I  revere the scar.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Laredo Dream]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/laredo-dream]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/laredo-dream#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 17 Mar 2013 19:13:32 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/laredo-dream</guid><description><![CDATA['O, Laredo, town in my dream Long desert valley, deep Rio seam. Here, the only light is fluorescent. There, I know I'll learn to belong. And strong. For though, I'm poor in this city, Laredo waits for me.' -Laredo Dream        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">'O, Laredo, town in my dream<br /> Long desert valley, deep Rio seam.<br /> Here, the only light is fluorescent.<br /> There, I know I'll learn to belong.<br /> And strong.<br /> For though, I'm poor in this city,<br /> Laredo waits for me.'<br /> -Laredo Dream</div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/4656677_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:650px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Dylan/Lennon/Nothing To Get Hung About]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/dylanlennonnothing-to-get-hung-about]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/dylanlennonnothing-to-get-hung-about#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 03 Mar 2013 06:03:58 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/dylanlennonnothing-to-get-hung-about</guid><description><![CDATA[Read an interview with Bob Dylan where he tells of recently visiting John Lennon's boyhood home in England. He was standing in front of the home when an old neighbor woman approached him. She told him she was a neighbor while Lennon was growing up with his Aunt Mimi, his guardian. The old woman took Dylan around to the back of the house and pointed to a large field. She told him it was Strawberry Field. She said every so often Aunt Mimi would call out to check on John's whereabouts. She'd call o [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">Read an interview with Bob Dylan where he tells of recently visiting John Lennon's boyhood home in England. He was standing in front of the home when an old neighbor woman approached him. She told him she was a neighbor while Lennon was growing up with his Aunt Mimi, his guardian. The old woman took Dylan around to the back of the house and pointed to a large field. She told him it was Strawberry Field. She said every so often Aunt Mimi would call out to check on John's whereabouts. She'd call out, Johnny, what are you doing? He'd always answer the same: "Nothing to get hung about."<br /></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[O, Verona]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/o-verona]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/o-verona#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:21:34 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/o-verona</guid><description><![CDATA[ "O, Verona, with your happy face on  Reeling wonder, like a little girl gone  Up ahead to find life ain't all Christmas day.  And would you have it any other way?" - Verona&nbsp; 2013  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/7032982.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;">"O, Verona, with your happy face on<br />  Reeling wonder, like a little girl gone<br />  Up ahead to find life ain't all Christmas day.<br />  And would you have it any other way?"<br /> - <u>Verona</u><br /><span>&nbsp; 2013</span><br /></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[So Easy (American Portfolio)]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/so-easy-american-portfolio]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/so-easy-american-portfolio#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:19:12 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/so-easy-american-portfolio</guid><description><![CDATA[ "He had highway before him and highway behindAnd nowhere to go beyond the next horizon.So he cracked his neck and he stretched his backAs he smelled the coffee comin' from the roadside shack."- So EasyAmerican Port  [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/6088528.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; none;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;">"He had highway before him and highway behind<span>And nowhere to go beyond the next horizon.</span><br><span>So he cracked his neck and he stretched his back</span><br><span>As he smelled the coffee comin' from the roadside shack."</span><br><span>- <u>So</u> <u>Easy</u></span><br><span>American Port</span><br></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Chairs And Blankets (American Portfolio)]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/chairs-and-blankets-american-portfolio]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/chairs-and-blankets-american-portfolio#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Thu, 28 Feb 2013 05:15:04 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/chairs-and-blankets-american-portfolio</guid><description><![CDATA[ "Even though I was covered in darkness, I was happy.&nbsp;For in the arms of darkness I did dwellIn a fortress made of chairs and blanketsWhere the only light is from yourself."-Chairs And BlanketsAmerican Portfolio   [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<span class='imgPusher' style='float:left;height:0px'></span><span style='z-index:10;position:relative;float:left;;clear:left;margin-top:0px;*margin-top:0px'><a><img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/631838.jpg" style="margin-top: 5px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 10px; border-width:1px;padding:3px;" alt="Picture" class="galleryImageBorder" /></a><div style="display: block; font-size: 90%; margin-top: -10px; margin-bottom: 10px; text-align: center;"></div></span> <div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;display:block;">"Even though I was covered in darkness, I was happy.<span>&nbsp;For in the arms of darkness I did dwell</span><br /><span>In a fortress made of chairs and blankets</span><br /><span>Where the only light is from yourself."</span><br /><span>-<u>Chairs</u> <u>And</u> <u>Blankets</u></span><br /><span>American Portfolio</span><br /><span></span><span> </span></div> <hr style="width:100%;clear:both;visibility:hidden;"></hr>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[February 08th, 2013]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/february-08th-2013]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/february-08th-2013#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Fri, 08 Feb 2013 22:49:55 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/february-08th-2013</guid><description><![CDATA[      [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-none " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/6348542_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:792px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Song Lyric]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/song-lyric]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/song-lyric#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 06 Jan 2013 03:38:27 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/song-lyric</guid><description><![CDATA["I'm so tired of this town, baby.Gonna drive to the county road.Take a final look in my rear view mirror,'til it's clear of the last row of silos.And if I ever find myself some freedom,from the only life I knew,that's when I'll probably think about you."-"Think About You"-Chris Orrock 2012        [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">"I'm so tired of this town, baby.<br /><span>Gonna drive to the county road.</span><br /><span>Take a final look in my rear view mirror,</span><br /><span>'til it's clear of the last row of silos.</span><br /><span>And if I ever find myself some freedom,</span><br /><span>from the only life I knew,</span><br /><span>that's when I'll probably think about you."</span><br /><span>-"Think About You"-Chris Orrock 2012</span><br /></div>  <div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/6995711_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:300px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[Patsy Cline's Cousin]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/patsy-clines-cousin]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/patsy-clines-cousin#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Sun, 26 Aug 2012 07:07:34 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/patsy-clines-cousin</guid><description><![CDATA[There's a reason you play on a little stage under the moon in the middle of a small town Main street for the locals. It's to meet people like 71 year old Chet Hensley: overalls, John Deere cap, face and hands as weathered as an old saddle, and eyes that have seen things. You get to hear him tell you how he was Patsy Cline's favorite cousin and how his Grandpa ran the Grand Ol' Opry for 18 years and about the time he saw a drunk Hank Williams get turned away at the stage door because someone didn [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div class="paragraph" style="text-align:left;">There's a reason you play on a little stage under the moon in the middle of a small town Main street for the locals. It's to meet people like 71 year old Chet Hensley: overalls, John Deere cap, face and hands as weathered as an old saddle, and eyes that have seen things. You get to hear him tell you how he was Patsy Cline's favorite cousin and how his Grandpa ran the Grand Ol' Opry for 18 years and about the time he saw a drunk Hank Williams get turned away at the stage door because someone didn't recognize him. And you get to hear Chet tell you he likes your style and your songs and wants to buy your cd. So, you give him one free because, hell, it's Patsy Cline's favorite cousin.</div>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title><![CDATA[July 23rd, 2012]]></title><link><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/july-23rd-20121]]></link><comments><![CDATA[http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/july-23rd-20121#comments]]></comments><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 17:40:33 GMT</pubDate><category><![CDATA[Uncategorized]]></category><guid isPermaLink="false">http://www.chrisorrock.com/journal/july-23rd-20121</guid><description><![CDATA[      [...] ]]></description><content:encoded><![CDATA[<div><div class="wsite-image wsite-image-border-thin " style="padding-top:10px;padding-bottom:10px;margin-left:0;margin-right:0;text-align:center"> <a> <img src="http://www.chrisorrock.com/uploads/4/7/1/4/4714281/6142305_orig.jpg" alt="Picture" style="width:100%;max-width:720px" /> </a> <div style="display:block;font-size:90%"></div> </div></div>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>