...if I should start the post with a British accent (she is learning English horse riding after all) or a more accurate...
..."I got to shoot horses this weekend!"...
...but that might cause a stir...but it was the first time I got to take photos of a horse show (other than trail riding, but then I usually just get horse-butt shots).
Like the title says, it was a splendid day! She takes lessons at The Stables Equestrian Center a great place to learn all you want about horses. She absolutely loves taking horse lessons. While she is learning a ton, and becoming quite experienced, in the end she really loves just being with horses. Loves it!
I'm so proud of her to explore what she loves to do.
I loved taking photos of her and her horse as one...
In fact, I found many photos I liked...so here's a photo album that tells the story...and shows how picturesque horse farms can be!
(Click the photo to see full album)
I can't wait for the next one!
I should end that a week after this, a horse zigged while Renna zagged, so she is the proud owner of a concussion! She'll be fine, but we are learning that horse riding is always an adventure.
Flooding back…lost in the years…lost in the business of
life…blurred out by conservative views.
It’s been a while since the news hit, so by now it’s nearly
irrelevant, but even if it’s just for my own benefit...
...here’s my journey with Prince...
It was 1984. I was a rocker. I loved AC/DC, Van Halen, and
all related guitar-luvin music. The first rock concert movie I saw was AC/DC’s
“Let There Be Rock” at the Skyway theaters. Huge stack of speakers on each side
of the screen…it as awesome! My parents would have cringed if they knew
Angus “mooned” the audience during a guitar solo. Oh, and we hated any music
with “keyboards” (I know, later I learned piano and have been playing and
composing since I was 16…life’s funny that way). We even contemplated
boycotting Van Halen when “Jump” came out with…keyboards! Anyway, me and my
brother were returning from a great weekend at our Grandpa’s lake home in
Deerwood, MN. We were driving south past Lake Millacs, (past the big bass
statue), and he said, “Take a listen to this”.
The song started.
I was skeptical.
We were supposed to hate keyboards.
“…you can always see the sun…” The tension started to
build…maybe not a complete waste of time...
“so when you call up that shrink in Beverly Hills…you know
….the drum beat kicked in...
My ears perked up… “…this life, you’re on your
Then the guitar.
That crunchy, slamming’, aggressive guitar...
This wasn’t some woosy little pop song. This was something
…and by “Punch a higher floor!”… when the wall o’ guitars
slammed into synth stabs...
I was hooked!
By “Take me away!” I was, well, taken away 😃
I’m not sure my brother knew what he started.
Of course 2 seconds after the song ended, a sweet drum fill
…a full measure of drum fill…started the next song.
That was it. I found my favorite music.
Soon enough I discovered 1999, Controversy, Dirty Mind,
Prince, For You…in that order. I wore those cassettes out and knew every song
On the plane back from Madrid, the memories continued to
... mowing my parents lawn screaming out Delirious … and my
dad educating me that the lawn mower sound doesn’t drown out full-out singing.
… sneaking into the Wayzata movie theater (my friend worked
there). While most would sneak in to eat the stale popcorn, we snuck in to ‘air
jam’ and mimic the choreography to our favorite songs…of course I chose “I
would die for You” and “Baby I’m a Star”.
…choosing a guitar teacher partly because he was cool
looking and an amazing player, but also because he auditioned for Prince’s
band. (Reynold Philipsek…still releasing amazing records)
…trying to convince my mom that Prince was a shy, wholesome
performer who sang about God…while turning down “Erotic City"
...Learning to play guitar and the first song I learned was,
yep, a Prince song.
…writing my first song (on a woefully out of tune guitar)
which was the first a-ha moment that I could not only compose music of my own,
but could explore all kinds of recording techniques (like high-speed guitar),
layering vocals, and playing all instruments myself.
Take a listen to "U Drive Me Insane" below...
Interestingly, as I listen to that first attempt at the whole "produced, arranged, composed, and performed by Greg Hintermeister", I can't believe how fearless I was. I knew I wasn't the most talented, but Prince's music taught me how to strive for interesting music...I wasn't a good vocalist, but still didn't stop me from layering vocals with multiple parts.
...also all on a little 4 track cassette recorder. Crazy. And, I have to say, a few I still love listening to (take a peek at "The Rock", and "In Jesus Name")
Here's a collection from 1985-1987 I now call, "Was Gonna Be A Star":
…and then I remember the day the local KDWB radio station had a “Purple Rain Tour”
I called in and amazingly won 2 tickets to see Prince! I was
so excited…literally flopping on the ground. I asked a friend of mine if he
wanted to go because my parents would NOT approve of me going…we were a very
conservative family. But that wouldn’t stop me. The day of the concert came,
and I was PUMPED...
…and then my friend called. my Mom answered. “Hey, can you
tell Greg we’ll pick him up at 7 for the Prince concert!"
…They were not happy. Although at this point, I’m not sure
if they were mad about the concert or the fact I lied that I was just going to
a friends house for the night.
I was grounded. I was so mad at my friend for leaving the
message that I sold the tickets to a friend of my brothers. Then he was mad at
me, and I don’t think we talked again.
Maybe because of that disappointment, I was driven to
immerse myself in the Prince experience.
…and it filled my life...
At some point it became an obsession. At the time I was an
active member of a youth group, so just as Prince’s songs swung between God and
sexuality, my inner Greg went along for the ride. This part is difficult to
think through but it was a part of my Prince journey…not difficult as in
embarrassing or regretful, but difficult because I’m not sure what I
think about the path I took.
I bought everything I could…including a mecca trip to
Electric Fetus to get some rare 12” singles. I also frequented “Knut Koupee”, a
music store frequented by Prince. One time I walked into the store only to hear
a killer Prince-esque drum loop rolling. Flanger, phaser, the whole thing.
Unfortunately it was just a worker, but Prince had been there, and I left with
custom “Love God” guitar pics and “Love God” tambourines left over from his
Purple Rain tour.
About that time I remember seeing a TV performance of Purple
Rain tour (in late 1984?) and feeling so…happy! It’s like when I heard his
music I would smile, jump around, feel invincible, and dream of the day that I
would return to a high school reunion (I was in 9th grade) all famous and play
my own cherished songs 😃 .
But, it wasn’t always good.
As a counselor at a church camp, I spent more time playing
purple rain on piano in mess hall than helping kids
I influenced friends and family and watched how they started
becoming obsessed as well as me. Funny how we can become so focused on someone
we’ve never met.
I went to Knollwood to see “Under the Cherry Moon” opening
night…and at the end of the show, at least as far as we could see, Prince
himself ran down the isle and disappeared through the emergency exit. Was it
really him? Who knows…no GPS nor Twitter at the time. But I think it was based
on the reaction of the girls on the isle seats. Me? I became light-headed (I
know…). My friend shook me out of it and we quickly followed, but when we
opened the emergency exit...
My favorite jam at the time? a b-side called “Irresistible
Eventually the conflict I felt inside by being a
Jesus-follower and a Prince fan came to a head. I really didn’t know what to
do, and my youth pastor suggested…to burn all my Prince material. WHAT?!?
That’s crazy! burn everything. How extreme.
But, in the end, I did.
And you know what? It hurt! (so maybe it was a good
decision?) Was it ridiculous? Maybe. I don’t know. I did feel I was putting my love of
Prince before faith and obedience. Some day I’ll look back and study the
details…so…into the wood-burning furnace it went…the 12” singles, rare photos,
albums, I was OK until the inside LP cover of Purple Rain (the girl
drawing) was ripped and thrown in…
...I felt that pain deep inside.
That was probably 1986, and for a few years I focused on
music from the young Christian scene. (White Heart, Michael W. Smith, Stryper)
In 1989 the movie “Batman” came out…and of course the music
was amazing. It was a way to get reconnected to Prince’s music in a “PG13” kind
of way. While I loved “Batdance”, my favorite was “Trust”. I learned later that
Jack Nicolson used Prince Music to energize himself so the new music had to
have the same beat, and the same hits (sometime dissect Trust vs. Baby I’m A
In early 1990, the radio station “Cities 97” promoted an
intimate concert at a now-defunct night club on highway 394 and 100 (just can’t
remember the name!). I called the venue and...
…I got tickets! The concert was for May 2nd, 1990.
…My 21st birthday was May 15, 1990.
It was an “over 21 only” show.
My heart sank. I even walked up to the venue, met the
manager, took a tour of the night club where Prince’s stage was all set up for
the show that night…and I had to sell them. 13 days too young. (I know…Prince
loved the number 13…irony or whatever)…I couldn’t believe I couldn’t see that
Soon after, Prince announced the Nude tour. Since I worked
at Daytons I got tickets…waaay far away but I didn’t care. One day before the
concert I walked by the ticket window and the gal said, “we have extra Prince tickets”.
16th row. SWEET! I sold the nose-bleed tickets to my brother and bought the
What a show. So great to hear all the great songs and see
Prince live on stage.
About that time, Up With People called, and I was asked if I
could travel a year early and play guitar around the world.
During the tour I met other Prince fans, and even met a gal
that had the most sought after bootleg “The Black Album”. Awesome. In fact,
most of the time in some foreign land, I was asked, “Where are you from?”.
I would say, “Minnesota”.
Eye sparked…, “AH, PRINCE!"
Yep. I guess he’s always been a part of my identity.
Of course life happens, and I focused on college, job, wife,
I never did stop recording and composing. Here's a clip from a live theatre soundtrack...one of my favs from "Sleeping Beauty" I wrote in maybe 1997:
Then, in 2006, Prince announced his Musicology tour. I got 2
tickets, great seats, and went with that same girl. He played 2 nights and the
night we went, we were surprised with a new opening band...
What a treat! We got to see Morris Day and all the
rest do their thing. What a fantastic warm-up to Prince, who for that tour did
a ton of hits, an acoustic set, and gave out free CDs to all ticket buyers.
Later I bought 2001's “The Rainbow Children”…my favorite of all
(except for the dumb low-tuned vocal that appears now and then). So funky
and raw. Plus, with that record I realized his music was much more
family-friendly. Mostly PG (or maybe PG-13). I loved listening to it!
Now it’s 2016. I kinda followed his music, but since I was
too cheap, I skipped buying more recent CDs (which required various online
memberships). Recently I was curious if he was still touring and by dumb luck
stumbled into Ticketmaster just as a concert in Chicago went on sale. I found 2
great seats, but having just returned from multiple work trips, I really didn’t
want to deal with the travel logistics (6 hour drive, hotel, blah blah blah…)
so I canceled the order.
I’m a little sick about that. I would click Order in a
Now that he’s gone, I’ve been listening to all kinds of
Prince playlists lately…from my own collection, the Current, and others. I’m so
in awe of how much great music he released and how much good stuff there is.
Most of all I’m in awe of how he changed…from “Dirty Mind”
to “The Last December” which is basically an alter call.
So what of all this?
I don’t know. I’m just grateful for his music…and have no
regrets…regardless of the paths his music steered me.
I think, in the end, his music helped me feel alive and connected.
For that I’m thankful.
…and to be honest, I think I need a little more of that
“feel alive and connected” these days.
To celebrate his life...and mine, I think I'm gonna focus on two things:
1) Compose and record more often and be more fearless.
2) Embrace music...soak it in.
In fact, I think I’ll have to buy me a record
player, some old Klipsch speakers, sit right in front of them...