Way Corp group(s) I was in
12th Corps
Where I live
Ridgefield, Connecticut
Married or Single
Married
About Me
Terry and I live in Ridgefield, Connecticut, in a renovated barn with our two children -- our daughter Cailey (18) and son Stephen (17). After the Corps we moved to Manhattan (1984), where we were Territory Coordinators. We resigned when LCM requested a letter of allegiance and then moved to Westchester, where our children were born. In 1999, we moved to Ridgefield, which has the feel of New England but still close enough to New York.
All this time I have worked in Manhattan in film and video as a producer/director/writer. Terry has worked as a make-up artist and developed herself as a much in demand Life Coach.
My Interests
My primary interest is still the scripture. I have traveled extensively throughout the world, regularly getting to Russia, China, Southeast Asia and the UK. I also collect and deal in vintage posters, art and a mix of obscure ephemera. My interests are also my children's interests. There is nothing like learning through their eyes.
Employment or Career
I spent 19 years as Director of Media, for Citigroup, the largest financial services company in the world. I was responsible for over 300 video programs and live events a year. My group also supported the video, film and production work for Carnegie Hall and Alvin Ailey American Dance Theater (to see the latest work go to: http://www.alvinailey.org/page.php?p=50anniversary&sec=home). As you know, Citi nearly collapsed under the weight of its own making and is responsible for a lot of the current global economic wreckage. I have much to say about that, and that will is for a future date.
I have two documentaries running on television right now. "Where Words Prevail" is on PBS, This focuses on the work of Cicely Berry, Voice Director of the Royal Shakespeare Company. I've included a link to the web site (http://www.wherewordsprevail.com). The other is "See You in Hell, Blind Boy", currently on Starz. Blind Boy is the history of the Mississippi Delta Blues. I have currently authored a new two disc DVD for release later this year.
I am also finishing "Faith and Lies", which deals with a Russian defector who wrote a book many of us read in the Corps, The Persecutor. The film is extremely confronting to the Christian world in a godly way. And then there is my WWI project, which I have been laboring on for years... this one is a surprise. I don't expect to finish it for quite some time, but when I do it will be unlike any documentary done to date.
Finally, I just re-released "Spark in the Dark" with Billy Falcon. Billy is doing great, still writing for Jon Bon Jovi and producing his own music in conjunction with something he's produced called"The Sowing Circle." I have the CD up on Ebay, just do a search under "Billy Falcon Spark in the Dark" and you will find the order information. Kellie O'Malley did the design work --- really nice! It has two tracks we didn't add to the tape in 1986, because of length restrictions. Check out Billy's newest work at billyfalcon.com. He has some amazing Christ-centered songs.
I have launched my own production company, Sojourner Media LLC. More on that at a future date.
Books I Like
Secular: Neil Gaiman, Tom Wolfe, Ray Bradbury, Arthur C. Clarke, Stephen King (The Dark Tower Series)
Television I like
I really loathe television (not the medium, the content). I still think "Four Arguments for the Elimination of Television" is a great book. I will say that I miss the collective experience we had in the sixties, when there were only three networks, one or two independents and PBS. We all saw the same thing like, Batman, Combat, Lost in Space, Ed Sullivan and the news with its moon landings and coverage Vietnam and Civil Rights. It was the real silver age of television. For those of us from that era it was part of our collective experience and it is still a deep part of our collective conscience.
Movies I like
Movies I like are the films I like watching over and over, like Blade Runner, Garden State, 2001 a Space Odyssey, Doctor Zhivago, Breakfast at Tiffany's, Across the Universe, and Casablanca.
My Email Address:
stevenbudlong@earthlink.net
Comments
It's been so many years. Seeing your face brings back such warm memories and thanksgiving. I remember your movie on the sulkie/trotter, the car accident, praying for you. And your unending graciousness. I hope you are well.
Peter
Great to see you here, great site.
You look marvelous...love to Terry.
Hugs..hope
I received the DVDs that you sent, and I look forward to viewing them. Without a doubt, both are of profound interest to me. Indeed, they are right up my "alley" or "boulevard" or "street" for that matter. Thanks so much for your kindness and thoughtfulness.
I am sending you a copy of STONE UPON STONE: PSALMS OF REMEMBRANCE, a collection I published when I first started Ambassador Press. I am sending a copy of the book along with the CDs of my reading the works to musical accompaniment. I also hope to send you a CD of a radio show that I did which highlighted the blues and some of my blues poetry.
Let's definitely keep in touch.
Lonnell
I'm glad you liked the poem. I thought you would appreciate my reflective poetic commentary on the blues.
Here's my address:
238 Preswicke Mill
Blacklick, OH 43004
614/322-2181 (Home phone)
614/657-1785 (Cell phone)
Here's my business address:
Ambassador Press
P.O. Box 722
Reynoldsburg, OH 43068
Would love to talk sometime.
God bless,
Lonnell
Chuck and I live in Trumbull..just a few exits up the Merritt!
Didn't realize you and Terry lived so close. I've done a few of the road races in your town...it's beautiful ! I, too, love the New England countryside and have enjoyed living in CT these last 14 years after leaving Manhattan.
Looks as if your kids are in between mine in terms of ages--(10,18,20,22) Any of your kids swimmers? What are their interests? I have my youngest who currently swims. Maybe we have seen you at swim meets around the state?
My husband Chuck says hi. Any advice for a guy with an incredible voice for getting into voice over work? He recently took a class and is interested in it.
I am fascinated with all the work you have been doing. Wow....you sound like a very busy guy with an equally busy life! Kudos to you for all you have accomplished.
Drop a line sometime!
Leslie (and Chuck) Pavel
lesliepav@sbcglobal.net
Dan Keyes
I just read in your biographical statement about the documentary you produced on Mississippi Delta Blues, and it brought to mind my appreciation for the blues. There are a number of blues allusions in my poetry and some straight-out blues pieces, such as blues sonnets and other works sculpted in shades of blue. I thought you might appreciate a reflective piece written as I recalled an experience with my parents when they visited me while I lived in DC, a couple of years after being exposed to the Word of God through The Way International. My comments regarding blind blues singers might be of particular interest to you. Enjoy!
“Quiet as it’s kept. . .”
Quiet as it’s kept, Daddy loved the blues.
I remember the time back in the day when Dad could still drive,
and drive he did most of the way, not the whole way,
but divided in half,
stopping to spend the night in a motel in Pennsylvania
somewhere about halfway between Gary, Indiana and DC
“Madear and Daddy” drove down to visit me one weekend over the 4th
and we went down to festivities off Constitution Avenue
in that “grassy as if it wanted wear” area near the Smithsonian.
Strolling like nomads in and out of blue and white striped tents,
seeking relief from the relentless blazing summer sun,
we sampled the chicken and rib tips and fresh squeezed lemonade
and finished off the feasting with a taste of the blues:
a folk festival of sorts, featuring local blues singers
and a quartet from Dad’s home state of Arkansas.
We followed the crowd into this one wide tan canvas expanse,
flaps raised and rolled up, wrapped all around the sides,
like a revival tent without the sawdust.
On the plywood stage covered with carpet remnants
in a rickety wooden folding chair sat old Flora.
She wasn’t blind but thick wire-rimmed glasses
magnified her dark orbs that closed like doll’s eyes
when she reared back her head and hollered.
Flora was good, but she wasn’t quite like Robert,
old Blind Robert that sang down in front of the Riggs Bank.
He was blind for sure(think he was born that way),
strumming and humming, and sliding that metal bar to up and down the guitar strings to lure folk into the tent to taste that thick authentic down home sound.
Blind Robert show could sing. . . .
Wonder why so many good blues singers be blind?
Brother Ray and Stevie. . . Blind Lemon Jefferson, Blind Willie McTell,
Blind Willie Johnson, Blind Blake n’nem;
All the Blind Boys, from Mississippi and Alabama,
All yall, I know yall see what it takes to show nuff sing the blues.
Of course, my Daddy got the same name as a famous blues singer,
Lonnie Johnson. I wonder what all that means, if anything.
While the brothers from Arkansas was playing and singing,
I’d glance over and catch Daddy nodding his head in agreement or see him smiling or simply breathing a sigh,
like a tacit Amen or inner response that seemed to say,
“You got that right.”
We stood and watched and listened a good while
before we left and continued to stroll from tent to tent.
After a while, Daddy wanted to go back just one more time.
My Daddy show did love him some blues that time in DC.
Some say the blues is an acquired taste that you appreciate as you age.
As I have mellowed in the autumn of the years, I have come to enjoy the blues too.
I just wish I could have shared this newfound fondness for blueness with my father back in the day, in my younger boppin doowop days, but I just couldn’t get into them down in the alley sad songs back then.
I just didn’t know why the blues always be so sad.
What did I know? What did I know?
Now I know it takes a whole lot of living and
a lot more loving and losing to appreciate the blues.
Like the Lady say,
You don’t know what love is
Until you’ve learned the meaning of the blues
Until you’ve loved a love you’ve had to lose
You don’t know what love is
Now I know just what Daddy meant when he nodded his head
and sighed and wanted to go back just one more time.
Quiet as it’s kept, my Daddy loved him some blues.
Lonnell E. Johnson 4-22-05