tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213512372686220282.post4611348384256206105..comments2023-10-31T04:36:11.834-07:00Comments on Give US Your Poor BLOG: Give US Your Poor Concert - Celebrity and Homeless ArtistsJohn McGahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02487679094109931821noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213512372686220282.post-76864212240013706412010-05-30T18:47:38.849-07:002010-05-30T18:47:38.849-07:00I am the Blues-guitarist in Natalie Merchant and F...I am the Blues-guitarist in Natalie Merchant and Friends/ 2006-7 c/o www.giveusyourpoor.org . I am a father of Nine children and almost Five grandchildren in my life. I am glad to have helped out the homeless venue in my talents and story, and I am a no nonsense type to waste my time with star struck or high minded selfish types. I will continue my goodwill towards mankind as invited from occasion as presented me. I am studying for my B.A. in Social and Criminal Justice at Ashford University online. I will become a Conflict Resolution Attorney in my life-- to help at the table of life... and we are not rich, but we are heart felt. I am the exception to the rule in life with extreme hard knocks/// I make things happen through my soulful thoughts. Blessings to allBlues-Guitarist Montreville Blakelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15247860204527497421noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3213512372686220282.post-81538006635240283752010-05-30T18:39:29.556-07:002010-05-30T18:39:29.556-07:00In all my life I have gleaned from music as a form...In all my life I have gleaned from music as a form of healing. In my childhood I have been through tough and trying times to an extreme sense of child abuse. I was abandoned at birth by my biological father that happened to be an older cousin of three siblings through my mom. I was named after my great uncle out of revenge. I was given alcohol/vodka at between 4 and 7 years of age and laughed at by my great uncle's friends and workers for falling on the floor. I ended up in an Orphanage near 8 and was sent to two foster homes before I was sent home to my mom and heroin addicted 2nd husband. I was beaten routinely by hand and bullwhipped, and than left for dead with my head split open lying on the kitchen floor in a pool of blood at age 11. I woke up from momentary unconsciousness and ran down the railroad tracks two beaches away where I knew the Police Dept.. I returned home and my mom told the officers I had tripped over a toy metal truck! My trust in people died that day along with my love for reading. I skipped 6th grade into the 7th grade and became withdrawn from the love of learning. At 12 of age I was placed back with my Great Uncle/guardian father who was abusive boxing my brother Steve and I around thinking we were spying on him for our mom. I ran away and went to court and won my brother to my foster parents. Both sons of the foster parents died from muscular dystrophy and I refused to be adopted as a replacement, I was punched to the ground for saying no! I ran away and ended up at another foster home where after awhile I was directed to join the Mason's Demolay, and I was again beat up for refusing-- I ran away and ended up in Juvenile Hall at 13. Before I turned 14 I was placed with my sister to become only removed after I was caught drinking. I was sent to the Oxford Home for Boys and then to The Lyle Home for Boys in Watts, L.A., Ca.. I had a gun up to my head while in town with another resident boy-- I ran to the street and he was beat up for money an ciggaretts. I then was placed i another foster home and another with my girlfriend at age 16. I joined the Army as a result of my girl fooling around twice with another guy age 22. My girl was 14. I was in S. Korea at age 17 as a Crew-Chief of Huey Helicopters Spec' Ops' 239th Aviation. On my return to the staes at 18 I was an Honorable Veteran after serving in the Post War 1970-71. Music followed me no matter where I went... I have always tried to become friends with people, but I hate being probed or stalked by people wanting to know my every move. I in turn will make them believe what they are looking for, as they are not really friends-- but rather fault finders. I save my self a lot of time by keeping self centered people away from me. Trust has to be earned through time to become my friend.Blues-Guitarist Montreville Blakelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15247860204527497421noreply@blogger.com