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Dave argues that religion is a private matter.
Dave argues that religion is a private matter. (Photo:

A little too much religious zeal

My boss Andy Tarnoff wrote about the Discovery Channel special showing one of the innumerable Wallendas' walks on a tightrope across the Grand Canyon.

Beside calling it boring, Tarnoff also objected to the countless references from Wallenda to his deep and abiding Christian beliefs.

This is something that has been gnawing at me for a long, long time.

I believe in religion and religious freedom. I think that if your faith – whatever faith it is – is deep you are lucky. Having faith in faith, if you will, can be a source of great strength.

But here’s what I want to know. How come it is only these Christians who have this seemingly unquenchable drive to shout at me about how great their faith is and how I ought to get on board or I’m doomed?

I don’t see Jews or Muslims or even Lutherans forcing me to sit through their evangelical behavior after they win a game or score a touchdown.

People make fun of Tim Tebow and his demonstration of his faith on the sideline after he has thrown yet another interception. Some think it’s cruel to make fun of him. I think it’s both cruel and presumptuous of him to display his faith to all of us.

I recently was in the hospital and had a test performed by a nurse. During the procedure she talked about how she had been "saved" and about how if I let Christ into my life it may well help my healing process.

I really don’t have any problem with faith. But I can’t stand when people like Wallenda and Tebow and all the other athletes and rappers and actors who say "What’s up to God" after the microphone gets put into their face.

Keep your religion to yourself. Leave me alone.

Soon, this could be Dave.
Soon, this could be Dave. (Photo:

Guitar man: Update

Well, the hard work has started as I try to fulfill my dream of being a singer with a guitar all by myself, except for (perhaps) an audience.

It’s been a dream of mine for a long time and I have announced that I am going to do a solo gig on Saturday night, Jan. 11, which is my 70th birthday. Better late than never, right?

Well, some of the details have been falling into place.

Jim Linneman, the impresario at Linneman’s Riverwest Inn, 1001 E. Locust St., has stepped up and offered his stage for this event. Linneman's is one of those guys who has built a successful bar and has made a commitment to local, live music for years. He opened his place 20 years ago and has showcased just about every band that called Milwaukee home.

He’s a musician himself and in the early years musicians had to play on boards laid across the barn to a shelf on the wall. If you were too tall, your head was likely to bounce into the ceiling. But he gave in to pressure and built a wonderful stage and created an intimate and welcoming place for music.

So, now we have the venue set. What we need is music, and I’m on my way.

John Sieger is teaching me one of his songs, "After Hours," a lonely lament about what happens when the music stops. Phil Lee, known in Nashville as the Mighty King of Love is helping me with his song "Just Some Girl" that’s about peer pressures and loneliness.

I’m also going to do "Moondance" by Van Morrison. My mentor on this will be Bill Dwyer, just about the best guitar player I have ever seen. He lives in Montana with his lovely wife so we are going to conduct this experiment by Skype. I can’t wait to get started.

I still have space for two or three more songs, so if anyone has a suggestion, feel free to let me know. "Bohemian Rhapsody" is out. Also nothing by Julio Iglesias or his son. And nothing by The Eagles or Bruce Springsteen or Garth Brooks.

That’s it for now. I’ll keep you up to date with my progress, as well as letting you know how to get …