Memorial Day is this coming Monday and we wanted to take the time to THANK all of our veterans, all of our soldiers and the wonderful military families that support them!
The Backstage Beat will continue to support our troops however we can and with new markets such as Boston, Orlando, The Gulf Coast and more coming, we will have the platform to give back even more.
“Remember rockets red glare
bombs bursting in air
gave through the night that our flag is still there.
Our forefathers reminder of a price to be paid and responsibility to inherit the United States.
Rockets red glare bombs bursting in air
Words fallen on ears unwilling to hear.
deaf no more we all know now the price of freedom the price of war.
Freeborn children listen and see a new generation paying for you and me
Don’t be so blind or so deaf to the sights and sounds Americans have left,
Let freedom scream in our ears and minds never forget those left behind.
Freeborn children stand tall and see! does the banner old glory yet wave for thee
God bless America.”
Poem: © 2001 Bill Chance
Memorial Day was originally called Decoration Day, is a day of remembrance for those who have died in our nation’s service.
God Bless Our Soldiers and God Bless America!
Read as Rajiv Srinivasan, a soldier, reflects on Memorial Day:
It is the early days of January 2010 and the Company forms to the front of the memorial display at the chapel of the forward operating base in Afghanistan, the backdrop for the small shrine the crossed staffs of an American flag and the regimental colors. An M4 rifle stands upright, its bayonet lodged into a felt covered wooden desk in front of the flags; the pistol grip facing the audience. The fallen soldier’s helmet rests on the weapon’s butt stock, shielding it as it once did his silhouette. Two dog tags dangle from the rifle’s pistol grip, their clamor in the desert wind. Below, centered on the rifle’s barrel and arrayed at the position of attention, are the soldier’s desert tan boots; tied, laces tucked.
Leaning against the laces is a framed portrait of the fallen: SSG (Last). A Purple Heart medallion shines prominently in front of the picture, presented in its original black silk-laden box.
“Ladies and Gentlemen, the ceremony will begin in two minutes,” says the Chaplain in his hospitable southern twang. The imposing Battalion and Brigade leadership files out of the chapel, programs and bios of the fallen in hand.
“Company! Atten-SHUN!” calls out the Attack Company First Sergeant, bringing the gaggle to order. I cringe contemplating how many memorials our First Sergeant has stood for in his lifetime. He has had seven deployments and two decades in the Army. “Parade REST!”
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please stand for the invocation,” the Chaplain begins, “Father, we are gathered here today to celebrate the life of one of your finest servants: Staff Sergeant (First) (MI) (Last)…” My mind drifts off into the clear blue sky. I still hear the radio traffic in my head…it replays in my conscience like a broken record, “Contact! Contact! IED!…The lower half of his body! It’s blown off!” That was Christmas Day 2009. My quaking cheek muscles wring a tear from my eyes.
The Battalion Commander takes the podium first. He speaks of SSG (Last)’s career and dedication to the mission. His words are kind and sincere. The Company Commander follows with (Last)’s bio: where he was born, where he enlisted. “SSG (Last) is survived by his wife and his three sons.”
I see those boys, first smiling and laughing; and then I see them in horror and frantic tears upon hearing the words… “We regret to inform you…” I wonder how these children will ever open another Christmas gift again. How many nights will they bargain with God, praying at the foot of their beds: “I’ll give back every single Gift I’ll ever get for the rest of my life… for just one more day with my Dad…”
As the commander stands down, SSG (Last)’s Platoon Sergeant and dear friend rises for his remarks. We know his heartfelt eulogy is sure to be filled with humor, a refreshing change of pace from the sadness that overwhelms the audience. “SSG (Last) and I had some great times. There was never anything but a smile on his face. I loved watching him slap food out of his soldiers’ faces. And with a dead stare and straight face, snarling “You can’t eat, you’re in A Co!”
SSG (Last)’s Platoon Leader speaks next. He reads from Psalm 23: “As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death. I will fear no evil…” As the PL takes his seat, a bagpipe quintet begins its rendition of “Amazing Grace.” The nasal reverberance of the pipes stuns my eardrums. It brings my conscience back to the ceremony; back to the realization… He’s gone.
First Sergeant conducts an about face to address the Company. “Company! Atten-SHUN!” The 160 soldiers and officers of Attack Company snap their heels together. He begins the roll call:
“Here, First Sergeant!”
“Here, First Sergeant!”
“Here First Sergeant!”
“Staff Sergeant (Last)!”
The name of the fallen leaves the First Sergeant’s tongue. The emptiness weighs on our chest. An acceptance of mortality fills the void.
“…Staff Sergeant (First) (Last)!” First Sergeant’s voice grows louder with each call. He yells with a release, not of fury, but of agony.
“Staff Sergeant (FIRST) (MIDDLE) (LAST)!!” The final syllable echoes through the formation. Running noses, pulsating chests. An infectious sadness permeates through even the most distant onlooker’s body.
The colorguard breaks the silence with gentle, but firm commands. “Ready, Aim, FIRE!” The commander leads his element in three volley fires. In the distance, a bugler puts brass to lip. The rhythm-less tune of taps emanates from the horn, surging the ambiance with rushed closure. The music soothes our ears, purging shivers and quivering diaphragms. Our hands continue to switch between wiping sweat from our foreheads to wiping the snot from our noses and the tears from our eyes.
The Chaplain retakes the podium for the Benediction. We bow our heads in prayer.
Four by four, soldiers march to the display and submit their tender salutes. Upon ordering arms, we got down on one knee in front of the photo. Some pray. Some talk to their friend.. Some just stare, trying to feel if this is real. (Last)’s closest friends and colleagues rip off the velcro name tapes from their soft caps and place them by his picture. I focus on his photo; he was smiling. My spirituality beckons me. I don’t want to believe in God right then, but I need to. I pray for his soul. I pray he is at peace.
The hardest part about writing this piece was not the recollection of the sights and emotions of a friend’s passing, but deciding what to call him. Perhaps it will mean more to you if you re-read the roll-call inserting the (First) (Middle) and (Last) name of a loved one you know serving overseas. I ask you to offer your empathy to the soldiers, wives, children, and parents who pay the bill for our freedom each day. Memorial Day comes but once a year, but for the sake of those who will go anywhere and do anything to preserve the way we live, I hope that emotion stays with you forever.
Rajiv Srinivasan served as a Stryker platoon leader in the Kandahar province of Afghanistan from 2009 to 2010. He hails from Roanoke, Virginia.
John Corabi Performs Crüe’s `94 Album
This is the first time Corabi will be performing Motley Crue’s ’94 Album in its entirety w/ his full band.
Opening the show ATL Rockers O.D.D. and Asphalt Valentine!
The 120 Tavern & Music Hall with Scoley Entertainment presents John Corabi for the 20th anniversary tour of Mötley Crüe’s ’94 Album that featured John Corabi as lead singer. This is the first time John will be performing the ’94 Album in its entirety with his full band.
This is a must see event for all Crüe Fans and Rock’n Rollers!
John Corabi is one of the most talented singers and songwriters to ever come out of the hard rock world. Whether it was with the Scream, Mötley Crüe, Union, or any of the other amazing recordings that he has been a part of, John’s distinctive voice and emotive song writing can not be matched.
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Eddie Owen Presents an evening of Song from the Lyrical Genius of Levi Lowrey, Fester Hagood and Brother Shine White!
If there is any part of you that wants to do this workshop, do it.
Even if you’ve never written a song.
Even if you have a notebook full of half-finished songs that you would never want anyone to see.
Even if you think you’re already really awesome at songwriting and know everything there is to know about it.
The thing is, anyone can learn. Anyone can get better. You will be amazed and delighted at what you’re able to come up with when you’ve got guidance, encouragement, accountability, and very specific assignments.
Neil Cribbs @ Eddie’s Attic
A night of New MUSIC from Neil Cribbs and Jesse Tyler!
Sunday, Neil Cribbs returns to ATL to share some new tunes, plus, of course, those Classic Cribblet Tunes we LOVE! Also sharing in the night of original MUSIC is Jesse Tyler with the Debut of his new Trio DREAMBROTHER!
Ohhh it’s gonna be a good one!!!
Neil Cribbs is a blues and soul-soaked Americana musician recently transplanted from Atlanta to Raleigh, NC. Along with his band, The Rough Gentlemen, Neil boasts opening for Huey Lewis and the News, Billy Ocean, Pam Tillis and many others as well as performing at the Rombello Music Cruise, Red Stripe Festival, Atlanta Pride Festival, Dogwood Festival and many others. With over 200 shows in 2014 he is currently touring on his fourth album Built, Broken, and Mended.
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