Long Recovery

,,,and life goes on,,,with a pretty rocky start.

After a very short air line flight home, I was met at the airport and picked up by my new Mother In Law!!
I do not remember the flight home because I was sent home with so many drugs in my system as to feel nothing. I was taken to their home while Renae and her friend drove from Salt Lake.
"I wish I could of been in that Car to hear just a little of that conversation."


6-7 MONTHS ? are you kidding me??

I was taken to a friend of my In Laws who worked on Broken bones. The cast that they put on in Salt Lake needed to be removed. The swelling had gone down and the pain was terrible. They re-took some of the x-rays and determined it was a Called a Green stick fracture? or something like that.

All I knew was that it was hurting like holy cow, and I wanted to just go back and re-do that trip. My choices with the casting was to go in and Plate it with a metal plate or just keep changing casts until it mended. They wanted to do electric waves to speed up the healing process. So I did the Changing Casting method. It took forever. It was a very hard time for me allowing people to serve me and provide help and showing Charity. What can I say,,,I learned a lot.

PURSUING AN EDUCATION



Renae was substituting with Mesa Public Schools and finishing her degree at ASU.

I was attempting to continue my schooling at Mesa Community College. Hobbling to class with book bag and crutches. I did what I could.




Work was slim, food was sparse but we survived. We ate at our Parents home a lot whenever possible.

I remember times going to my Parents Home and they would take us outside to their Pantry that my Father built for my Mom. They would say"come out to my MORMON Pantry" and we would fill up a few brown bags of Groceries. It sure helped out in the time of need.

Renae's Mom and Dad would help out with so much and tried to assist us in any way that we needed. They were close and could come over and see what we could use.
They were so supportive.

"I think by this time Renae was just about ready to send me back to my Parents",,, (and I could see why) This was a very challenging time for us. We were to see if we were going to be able to take on the future trials that we were to have as Husband and wife. It was our Refiners Fire. We did take on our challenges and work together through them all,,,it made us stronger individuals and a much closer couple.

***My Family Begins JUNE 20th 1984*** First was REBECCA HUTZLER

She is celebrating her 27th Birthday On Monday,,,,

...more to come

The Return

Halloween Night 1981

The day had come when I was to return Home from my Mission. I was scheduled to arrive home on the 31st of OCTOBER ,,,that's right Halloween Night.


I landed at the Sky Harbor International Airport and I had arranged to have Renae meet me there to pick me up and drive me to the Stake Presidents office so that I could be released. It sure was good to see her after all the time that we had been apart.

We had written each other for the full 2 years and she was my main support as I was away Serving the Lord. After arriving at the Stake Presidents Office I was released and we drove from there to my Mom and Dads house to see them and talk about our Future plans.



The night was filled with interruptions though,,,These little people kept knocking on the door and wanting,,,,,that's right,,,,, you got it right,,,,, CANDY



PLAYING CATCH UP
All I wanted to do at that time was to talk to her and look into her eyes. She was the most beautiful person that I had ever met. I was ready to talk about our Future. We had been making plans to be Married on the December 1st 1981. I was ready and so was she. So that is what we did.

She was going to finish her last year at ASU and I was going to start my schooling and work construction with a Framing Contractor in Mesa. We had crossed all of the Tee's and dotted all the I's.

DECEMBER 1st 1981

Everything went as planned. Renae had worked so hard to get this all ready for us on such a short period of time.

We were Sealed in the Mesa Arizona Temple for Time and all Eternity.

I have never been happier in my life knowing the I was going to be with Her Forever. It was a special ceremony and friends and family supported us and wished us the best for the future.










I remember looking across the altar, holding her hand and seeing that happy person that I met just 2 years previous at that Young adult swim party.

"Who would of ever thought that Our Relationship would grow into a Forever Bond of LOVE."



We moved to our Apartment in Mesa where we managed some Tri-plexes to keep the rent money down. We found work where we could and tried to save a much as possible.

"MISSIONARY REUNION DISASTER"
Then our First Disaster struck...
We traveled up north to do a little Snow Skiing with one of my Companions, and the very last
run after skiing all day was one that I will never forget. It all happened at the Brighton Ski Resort just outside of Salt Lake City, Utah. I was going down a run following one of my past companion Pete Hoj from my Mission. I remember him saying "just follow me". So I did. I was not that good of a skier, but I did not want to tell him that. We knew we had to get off the mountain because it was getting late. I was in deep powder,,,,In Arizona we don't have deep powder,,Oh Well, I was doing OK until I tried to turn to the left going down a pretty steep hill. Just as I tried, I fell over and my binding did not release and I heard the CRACK sound and the pain start immediately. I knew right then I broke my leg. I yelled for him to come back, as he did I tried to pick up my leg with the ski still attached and it just went limp. He told me to lay still and he would go for help. Not even 2-3 minutes had past and we heard some people coming down the hill right behind us.

It was the Brighton Ski Patrol combing the mountain for the day. As they heard us yelling to them they came over and I heard the one guy say,,,"you guys are pretty lucky,,we are training some new Patrol on how to bring down victims." Well, that was me,,, I was a victim. My leg was hurting so bad, I told Pete to" give me a blessing so that I would not feel so much pain". He did, with the assistance of a few Ski Patrol members. They stabilized my leg and down the hill I went for about 1 hour. They had to lower me down in sections of the hill, and with every release of the rope I could feel the pain in my leg,,,bone rubbing on bone. It was not until I said a quiet prayer asking the pain to please stop did I receive total comfort. Got down and my Pete Hoj told me he would drive me to the nearest Hospital. The whole time getting there in a little Celica, I kept thinking to myself,,"How am I going to explain this to Renae." Pete had called ahead and notified Renae on what had happened and where he was taking me.

As I drove up to the St. Marks Hospital emergency, I notices a couple nurses standing there waiting for me. One of the nurses, a very nice size women just reached into the little car and told me to "put your arms around me and I will lift you and get you into the chair". Well, she did just that. When she picked me up my leg hit the door and just fell limp again, sending that "shocking pain to the Brain". Inside we went, Drugs were administered and still pain. They gave me something a little stronger and then I told them "they could do whatever they wanted with the Leg,,,I did not feel a thing". They had to cut the boot off, and proceeded to cast the leg clear up to my crotch. Top Boot Fracture. Renae arrived and she was wonderful through the whole thing. Trying to give me comfort and keeping it all together. We had no insurance and I kept thinking how were we going to pay for this. To top it all off, we drove up to Salt Lake and so Renae called her mother and they sent us money for a airplane ride home for ONE...Me....

....to be continued

"GUITAR PERMISSION"

"Is there a GUITAR in the ROOM?"

Off to CANADA for 24 months and no GUITAR...WHAT????This will be the first time in my growing up years that I was not able just to reach down pick up my guitar and play. Was I going to be able to cope with not playing? It was explained to me that the reason for Serving a mission was not to pick country songs on the guitar. I accepted that, but I also knew how much I loved playing the guitar.
Well, I landed in Calgary, Alberta Canada in the dead of the winter. My first assignment was to go to Edmonton, Alberta,,,even farther north and even colder. It was right before Christmas and the ward that I was assigned to was having a Christmas party. We had a Mission song that we were able to sing in the areas where we served,,,,so one of the Members just happened to have a GUITAR and so,,,,we worked out the song on the guitar and there I was playing again not long after leaving home.

It was so much fun learning to play all of these Church songs on the guitar. They asked us to do a couple number. I remember I played just background music for my Trainer as he sited the words to: "the man in the glass" It was a great message and the sound of the guitar was a welcomed sound for me,,, and others.





Here in this picture to the right,,,
I played a song on the guitar while playing the Blues Harp at the same time. It was a song that I titled..."Moving Train". It sounded like a train coming in to the station. "IT was awesome" I still remember the applause that I got from the crazy song. The people seemed to love it a lot!!

I Met a very special couple while serving in West Edmonton, Brother and Sister Ray Lonsdale. They would invite us over to their home for Sunday Dinner. He was the Top Salesman for Yamaha in Canada and had years of playing the piano and even the guitar. We got along real well.

We would all stand around the piano after eating a wonderful dinner prepared by Sister Donna Lonsdale and sign all types of Church songs with almost perfect Harmony. I would play along with the guitar and found a new love for Church Music. It was really the first time in my life that I ever played "Sunday go to meeting music on the Guitar" There was a time that Brother Lonsdale transcribed for me a few songs into sheet music on the piano that I wrote while on my Mission in the year of 1981. I will be recording those in the future. I hope I can do justice to the beautiful way that he played it on the piano. I hope to find someone that would be able to come into the Studio to record the songs. That will come later.
One of the things that I found out while serving on my Mission is that the Lord will Provide. I hardly ever went into a persons home that I did not see a Guitar in the Room. I never worried about playing, the opportunity was always there for me to play. "I would just ask a simple question after seeing a guitar in the room,,,,Wow, nice guitar,,,,,who plays?" That is all it took. After a while I actually went into a few members homes and they would have a guitar there and ask me to play a few songs. I would explain why I played the way I did and went through a little history of my conversion to the Church. I was able to have non-members come to special meetings where I would play and sing all types of Songs. It was a Blessing and a great opportunity for me to introduce the Gospel to many people as I was doing what I loved to do,,,Playing the guitar.
I also learned many other valuable lessons while serving the great people in Canada. I was taught to give myself to service, to help others, become interested in others needs and desires. Stop worrying about ME. It taught me how share my talents with others no matter what talent that might be. I Loved My Mission. I Love my Savior Jesus Christ and dedicated the rest of my life to His service in whatever capacity that might come.




The time went fast and I was to return home on the 31st of October 1981. I was wanting to stay, but I was ready to go home to see the one that was waiting for me and supporting me my entire mission.


I was ready for the next stage in my life. To continue my relationship with what I felt was going to be my Wife, and Mother to my children and My Eternal Companion.

Making Choices

CHOOSE THE RIGHT June16th 2011

"and now for the rest of the story,,,,,"

As was mentioned earlier I met a girl by the name of Renae Sorenson.
She was from Mesa and came to one of the activities that we were having in our Stake. A swimming party was planned and I was asked to bring my guitar and just have a nice sign along time with a few of our friends. (this is how I remember the evening going down)
We were all swimming and eating and there were a lot of people in attendance. At one point of the evening We were all sitting on the porch and I got out my guitar and was playing a few songs. I noticed a new person in the crowd, that I could not keep my eyes off. She was brought to the party by a guy that lived in my Ward. I knew of him, did not know him very well because he was attending BYU.
The funniest thing that I would like to point out is that they were the only people there that was not wearing a bathing suit. I remember playing songs, eating and then jumping off the diving board as to splash the new girl. I did my best to get noticed!! I remember going back over to the porch and asking if anyone had a request for me to play. Then this girl spoke up and asked me if I knew any BREAD????? Country boy playing BREAD!!! WOW,, I tried to fake as much as I knew on the guitar and kept trying to get her attention. As the night was coming to an end I wanted to get her contact information. As she was getting ready to leave, I walked her quickly outside to her car and tried to do it without her friend knowing about it. I then asked her if she ever attended the Wednesday night dances in Phoenix or Mesa. She told me that she was working and that maybe Wednesday she would show up. That was a shot in the dark, but at least I tried. I really wanted to have her come there so I could get to know her better.
Wednesday Night came and I was at the dance 1 Hour Early. Danced with a few girls and kept watching the door for her to come in. It was getting late and I thought she was not going to make it. There was only 1/2 hour left untill the dance was over, then I remember her coming through the door, and as (she recalls I came running up to her!!)-maybe I did.
I asked her to dance and then walked her out to her car. I remember her tearing off a check deposit slip that had her info on it and I told her I would like to call her. I also told her I was playing in a band and asked if she would like to come out and hear me play. She said she would think about it and ask one of her friends if she would like to come with her. I remember calling her that night and we talked a long time.
Well, She came way out to North Phoenix with her friend and they both got hit on as soon as they walked into the nightclub. I was taking a break and noticed them come in. Walked down as asked if they were OK. They stayed for a few sets and then they drove back to Mesa. I called her and we spoke a long time, night after night. I remember driving to her home way out in Mesa, and not getting home until 2-3 in the morning. Then getting up for Construction work around 5 and doing that night after night. It is funny what Love does to a person!!
We became very close and I had to explain that I was already in the process of waiting for my Mission Calling to arrive. That did not go over very well. It was a very hard conversation for me to have. She was going back to BYU after the summer and I was preparing myself to Serve.
Time went by real fast. The phone bill from Phoenix to Provo was crazy.
Then it arrived. I was called to Serve in the Canada Calgary Mission


It was a very exciting time for me. I did not even know where this place was. My Dad told me right off the bat that "I was going to Freeze up there." Pulled out a Map to see where it was. Called Renae and explained that I was to report to the Missionary Training Center in Provo on the 25th of November 1979.

So, I was off to Salt Lake City, Utah. She drove up there and gave me a ride to Prove,,,(with one of her friends).
She drove me to the MTC and assisted me in carrying my bags to the room. We did not know she was not supposed to go in there. We got up about 2 flights of stairs and then we heard all the Elders yelling out loud,,,"GIRL IN THE DORM,, GIRL IN THE DORM." She quickly headed down and I went out to give her my last hug and say goodbye for awhile.

So that is where I will leave it for now. My Choice was to Serve a Mission. I did have second thoughts after meeting and getting to know Renae of calling it off and seriously asking her to Marry me. But with my experience at the Temple, I knew I had made the proper decision, To Go and Serve the People in CANADA

My Personal Lifechanging Experience...

Life-Changing Experience 1979 I would like to share a very special experience that I encounter in the year of 1979.

As mentioned earlier I had been really wondering what I was supposed to be doing with my life. I tried many things, but most of them had to do with just me. I moved back into my parents home on Garfield and started to ask questions to my Bishop. He challenged me to start thinking about submitting my Missionary papers to Serve a Full time Mission for the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints. That took me by surprise. I had never thought about that before. After listening to him I was really interested in the service part of being a full time Missionary.
Only two problems that I was worried about,,,leaving my music and giving up the thing that I loved most,,,and not enough money. I went back to playing in nightclubs throughout the valley with the band when I returned from California. It was what I knew how to do to earn money.

MESA ARIZONA TEMPLE
He asked me to go to the Temple grounds in Mesa and just walk around and contemplate the feelings that I would be having there. So one evening I went all by myself and enjoyed the beautiful grounds. I stopped at one of the reflecting pools there and just started staring at the temple which was so beautiful. I remember just standing there and I heard a quiet voice in my ear that told me to "Go Home and See your Bishop" I just ignored it,, then it came again and was a little louder. "Go Home and See your Bishop" So I remember running to my car and driving back to Phoenix to my Bishops house.

"This is something hard for me to put into words, but I want each of you to know that it really happened."




Continuing on with the story, I arrived at the Bishops house and I remember it was pretty late. I knocked on the door, he answered and asked me to come in. As I entered in, I explained what had happened at the Temple. He paused and pointed to the little desk by the entrance of the door. He explained that while he was praying a little earlier in the evening. He had a very strong prompting come over him that he was to Sign the Mission papers for me to get the process started for me to get approved. I remember standing there with him reaching over and picking the application up and handing it to me. With tears in my eyes I could not believe the feelings that I was having. Without a shadow of a doubt, I had the Spirit testify to me that I needed to Serve a Full Time Mission for the Church. From that point on I never doubted my decision.

COMMITMENT to SERVE

Started to save as much money as I could. I talked with my parents and they did not understand why? I put away all of my earnings from construction and playing 6 nights a week at the Wagon Yard in Phoenix.
Then I was called in to talk with the Bishop again. He had explained to me that I needed to have a series of Interview to make sure I was worthy to serve. I did everything I was asked to do. I had an interview with one of the General Authorities from our Church when he was here attending a Stake Conference. I remember His loving arms and understanding heart as I asked to be forgiven of all of the past transgressions that I had committed. It was like looking into the eyes of the Savior. He asked me to Council with my Stake President and prepare to Serve. It was a very humbling time in my life, But I felt as if the past was in the past and I was getting my life ready to be a worthy full time missionary.
Then came the big request from my Stake President which hit me pretty hard. He requested that I stop participating in the BAR SCENE(playing music). It was not a place where the Spirit resided so I needed to find other ways of saving my money.
It came to the point where I sold my equipment to my Brother in Law and even sold my car. I earned as much money as I could. I was told from my parents that I was on my own and they could not send money. I told them I understood. The Bishop explained that when the time came for me to go, there were some great people living in my Ward that would help support my Mission. My commitment was real and things started to fall into place.
During this time I received a calling to be the Young Adult Leader for the Ward. I would plan and hold activities. We would hold Family home evenings for each of us to participate in. The time came for me to submit my application. I was ready, filled in the papers and sent them off to Salt Lake City, Utah to see where My Father in Heaven wanted to me SERVE. What happened next caught me totally by surprise. I met SOMEONE!!!! not supposed to happen to me at this point,,I guess it was another challenge for me to see if I would be able to make the proper choice.


"I met Renae Sorenson"

......to be continued

Modeling,,,to LDS MISSION ????

Modeling ??? To Latter Day Saint MISSIONARY in CANADA,,,1977-1979

I wanted to get involved with the acting industry and was counseled to get a Professional Portfolio. So that is what I did. I was working and saving my money still playing with the band and enrolled in a Acting Class in Phoenix. It was a small time company that encouraged getting a wide selection of Photos.
(As you can see by the photos to the right) the Style was pretty cool , so I thought. I composed the portfolio and did a few commercials here in Phoenix. I Never had enough cash to hire the right people so I had the Idea I was going to move to California and go see what was out there. So that is what I did. I was going to work during the day in Construction and go to Acting class and modeling classes at night. WOW!! What a experience.
I did Move over there and lived with a some friends for about 4 months. I got a Construction Job, and tried to get connected to the proper people. What I had to learn all by myself was that everyone that wanted to get a modeling job or acting job was doing the same thing. There were so many guys and girls trying to tackle the same schedule. It was difficult for me because I really wanted to try my best with acting and modeling. I presented my Portfolio to a few companies, and the response was about the same,, "looks good and if something comes up we will call."
Time went by and no Calls,,maybe I was not supposed to be doing this I really didn't know????

So,, It was back to Arizona and for a lifestyle change that was about to come into my life.




PERSONAL LIFE CHANGING EXPERIENCE
.......after returning home I had a wonderful experience that changed my attitude about what was really important for me. It is hard for me to explain, but I will give it hard shot.

I was doing things for me...all for me, I wanted to be a better person and give of my talents that My Father in Heaven blessed me with. SO,, I went in and counceled with my Bishop from my Church. Back in High School I converted to the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints. Known to a lot of people as the "Mormons" listening to Him and many others I went contemplated on what was going to be the best for me. I was so unsure.

Jammin with Bands

"JAMMIN WITH BANDS"

Well, Getting into as many places as possible was the goal for a few years. I was playing in a few different Bands while this traveling Scene was happening. One of the Guys that came over to my house to ask me to play in his band was a guy by the name of Jerry Holloway. He was a bass player that knew a lot of people and he lived just down the street from me. We practiced a lot at his house so we could start doing all kinds of Gigs.
(this picture is from one of those gigs) We played everything from:
Junior Rodeo Dances, JC's on 16th Street in Phoenix, Knights Clubs, Wickenberg Rodeo Dance, New River Bar, Golden Spike, Wagon Yard and many many Wedding Receptions. It was a 4 Night a week Job and I was having the best time ever. I was lead signing and playing lead guitar.

We had a great time playing all over the valley. It was a lifestyle that was hard to get used to. We developed a little following of Fans, that made it easier getting ready to play another night. Meeting good people and doing what I enjoyed,, was a lot of fun.



SAMMI SMITH-Recording Artist.

One of my most memorable opportunities was to have the recording artist come to stay with my family as we were living in the Garfield Home. My Sister Stephanie met her and invited her to come stay with us. I remember meeting her and just was in awe knowing that she was a famous singer. I can remember the time she picked up my Guitar and starting to sing her most famous hit at that time. "Help Me Make It Through The Night" Her voice was so clear and she sang with a little accent. She invited me to play the song for her as she sang it,,, I was thinking in my own head, This is Pretty COOL.
There was a time when my Sister and her (now deceased) husband Buddy Long who played for his entire life, took me took a nightclub. She was invited to go up and sing along with Buddy playing the Bass.. She told me she wanted me to go and accompany her do her song. I was a little scared but she was kind and made me feel as if we played together all the time. I can still remember how beautiful she sang and how the music sounded that night. She stayed for a couple months and I felt pretty special having her in my home.
As a Tribute to her I just completed a Studio Version of that very song with Professional Recording artists. I hope to have it released soon.

That made lasting impression in my life.

This is how I remember Her!

"SAMMI, My version of your song is dedicated to you all of the memories that you helped create in a young mans life." Thank You-Dave Hutzler

Teenage Trends

"TRACKING THE TEENAGER"

Growing up with parents that regularly visited their favorite Pub called "WHY NOT" in Phoenix, became a somewhat surprising situation for me to learn to play all types of country music and enjoy the feeling of performing in front friends and strangers both. The bands name which played there on a regular schedule was called "Society Cowboys" I remember picking up that Electric Gibson guitar for the first time and just staring at it, with all of its knobs and buttons. It played so much easier than that Ole acoustic Jumbo Gibson. I can still remember how smooth the strings were, you barley had to press down on them, and WOW what a sound!! Sitting down, laying the guitar across my lap, (turning it backwards for most right handed people) and then started to play a few song with the BAND!! What a feeling. A true rush of excitement and then to have your Voice amplified as I began to sing old time country favorites. Merle Haggard, Johnny Cash, Waylon Jennings. The one lead singer had all this music on sheets on paper with all of the words that were placed in that big white thing in (front of me in this picture.) I was so impressed with the Band sound with drums and lead guitar, and even a Bass player. I always looked forward to going there and trying to copy the stuff that the band would play until late hours of the night. It was truly a learning experience for me at such a young age.

Then my father bought me a guitar from someone at the PUB, I now had my own Electric Guitar, even a Microphone and a "TWIN REVERB " amplifier. I was practicing all of the time. I would set up in the bedroom and practice in front of the dresser that had a big old mirror on it. I would play song after song, trying to duplicate the sound of the band. Somehow it just did not sound the same. I wanted to be a part of a larger group of musicians. I wanted to be good.

STORY-TRUE LIFE EXPERIENCE

I remember one time my Mom and Dad took me to the Tower Plaza Mall to the Milanos Music Store. What a great Trip. All types of Guitars and really cool equipment. They told me they wanted to provide me the opportunity to take guitar lessons. I remember picking out a neat guitar from the rack and then sitting down with my style of playing. The man who was going to teach me asked me, "what I was doing holding it that way". I explained to him that it was the way that I taught myself to play. I began to play this song Wildwood Flower. After I was done, I remember looking at the man, and him telling my both my parents at the same time,,,"I can't teach this boy,,,"he's a freak" From that point on I knew that I was playing the guitar in a different and weird kind of way, but pretty cool as well, and I was on my own..

1971-1975
During these years I was attending East High School in Phoenix. I tried to find every chance I had to play music. There were parties every FRIDAY NIGHT somewhere. This picture was taken during the building of a Homecoming Float work project. This picture was taken by Tony Arme and placed placed in our yearbook. I set up by myself and played while other decorated the float. It was so fun to sing and play. I remember people would shout out songs and I would spin them off just like a Radio,,( if they were COUNTRY SONGS),,,Well almost!!

FRIDAY NIGHT LIGHTS

Here is a picture that was taken when I was playing at a desert party after a FRIDAY NIGHT FOOTBALL GAME

All my Football Buddies would bring out a generator and start it up so I could play after the game. I can't remember how many times I would just sit on top my AMP and play everyones Favorite songs:
Johnny B Good, Workin Man Blues, Knock 3 Times,Johnny Cash,,,,,,,,,I even played a few songs from the Beach Boys. BEST of all let's not forget about my Idol ELVIS... I loved the way that he sang in his Movies, there was no one like Him and the way that he entertained. I tried to keep up on the popular songs of the time.

2816 EAST GARFIELD STREET
Oh Boy,,,let the good times roll. It is very hard for me to recall the amount of parties we had in this home. From Band Practices to FRIDAY NIGHT POLICE CALLS. This was the place to come for good fun, food, and Laughter. It all happened in about a 900 Square front ROOM. Friends from the High School would come over and partake of all the entertainment that we had to offer. Many people learned how to do the country swing among other types of 2 Step moves and Good Fast Rock and Roll Boggy.
I love the pants in this picture, It was the thing to be wearing, I even had white tip Saddle oxfords that I would wear along with my White 3" belt.
My Mom would get into the Kitchen and start cooking food for everyone, while my Dad would make the Beverage Run. Everyone would come and leave happy and well fed. (we even got on first name basis with most of the Phoenix Police Department Officers list. Many nights after 12:00 p.m. we were told to "turn down the music, or call it a night". I can remember waking up on Saturday Mornings walking out from my bedroom and always finding people sleeping on my floor in the living room. My Dear Sister Stephanie would be cleaninng up the house from the night before. Mom would get up and make us all Breakfast, before I headed off to football practice. It was a interesting time at the Hutzler's House that's for sure.

.....to be continued

My Music Roots--Where it all began!!!

Hutzler's Time Machine
My Musical Roots----"The Big Ole Gibson"
As I begin this Journey on the origin of my Music,
I would like to share the first memory that I had as a little boy growing up in a home where Music was always being Played. I can remember my Father playing a big ole guitar called the Jumbo Gibson. He played so well, but could not read sheet music of any kind. He was self taught. He could listen to a song and then pick up his guitar and replay the song almost as he heard it. You can check out my Bio Page to get a little taste of His History with playing in bands and always being the one to entertain at family gathering.
As I got to be the age of around 7-8 I really liked plucking the strings and hearing the sound come out of the big hole in the center of the guitar.
But I had One Problem,,,IT WAS TO BIG for me to hold up and even touch the stings. At this stage in my life I had already determined that I was going to be LEFT HANDED. (if I'd only had realized what difficulty it was going to be living in a right hand world) i might of changed,,,or maybe not!!
So with that being said,,,I tried to pick up the guitar, but it was too big. I would watch my father teach my 2 older brothers how to strum an
d make cords with their fingers. But for me my Father would just tell me it was too hard teaching me how to play holding the guitar the wrong way.

I would watch and watch until One day I decided to just lay down the Big Ole Guitar and by placing the pick in my left hand, I found that I could bring my right hand over the top of the guitar place my fingers where I would watching my Dad and brother place their fingers and found I could make cords... As time went on I practiced and practiced,,all the time. I wanted to play the guitar.
It was from the very first strum that I knew I COULD DO IT....
One of the first times I can remember I was making a trip up to Payson, Arizona with my Parents to spend a weekend with my Aunts and Uncles. We would make 2 stops on the way up there. The first was at the Sunflower Bar, in Sunflower Arizona. I would get up and play a song or two with the band.

Then it was the 2nd stop to the Historical Oxbowl INN located in Payson , Arizona I was probably 12 or 13 years of age at this time and I remember sitting in a High Bar stool Playing the Boogy Woogy song that I had learned from my Dad. As I finished people would come up to me and shove money down my shirt and place it in my Cowboy Hat. I thought this is pretty cool. I started to really love the idea of playing music and entertaining people at a very young age. Singing the country hits at the time was also a lot fun, I would listen on the Radio, and write down the words as fast as I could on paper and play it over and over again. I had no Recorder until a few years after all of this. I never learned to read music, I would hear it and then figure it out on the guitar, just like my father. THANKS DAD

The BRICK

Well, here is the long awaited Music Video for everyone to enjoy. This Song is available to purchase on I-Tunes. Title is "The Brick" by Dave Hutzler
If anyone can find a reason for calling this "a song with Explicit Lyrics,,,,please let me know". I am trying to fix that issue. Being crude and indecent does not exist here in this song. I hope you all enjoy the Music and the story that is told in this professionally recorded track.
Tell all you friends to visit my Blog and keep up with " Hutzler's Time Machine." Stories from the past and present of living MY dream,,,writing and recording music. -Dave Hutzler

Let me introduce you to James Higginbotham....Just thought I would share this little story of the young mans brother that watched the Music Video for the first time, this is what his mother posted on my Facebook Message Board,,,Pretty Funny!!
Yes! Just watched it. It is great. My 4 year old ran through the house saying, "James is in trouble! He threw a brick at a mean man's truck!"

Major Announcement June 8th 2011

"I am proud to announce that my First Single has hit I-Tunes the 8th of June 2011"
I have been trying to get this accomplished for a long time. I hope everyone Loves this song as much as I do. The Story of "The Brick" will be available in the next couple days. All of this cool stuff is new to me and I am Loving It.-
Dave Hutzler

"The Brick"

http://youtu.be/SbX3DRsD5Lo

"The Brick"

"The Brick" This Music Video has been such a neat experience for me to Create. I have had the greatest opportunities to express feelings and emotions with this Song. The comments that I received from Facebook and other places lets me know that it is a very special song. Being in the right places and meeting the right people gave me the chance to professionally record this single. My Dreams have always been to get inside the studio and record voice and music. I have been playing all my life and enjoy just picking up the guitar and allowing my thoughts to "run with the strings".
This path that I have been on to get here has taking some time, but I know with all of my heart I am supposed to be creating music, stories and experiences that i have had throughout my life.
I learned at a very young age that being in front of people was really fun and to be honest with everyone, I never got scared,,,well maybe once or twice, around 7-8 years of age. I will be attempting to turn back the pages of time and share with all of you the beginnings of my self taught talent of playing the guitar and entertaining crowds of people. I hope you will all enjoy the story and follow along as I bring everyone up to the present time on: Dave Hutzler

Introducing My New Single "The Brick"

June 9th 2011,,,the day it all began....
I would like to introduce myself, My Name is Dave Hutzler, and I have lived in Arizona my whole life. My story begins when I was a little boy hearing the guitar and wanting to be around music. Well, this has been a new experience for me over the past few months. I would love to share the story with everyone out there. I was able to Write a pretty special song about the whole thing.
I hope I can express my feelings about this song and others that have come to me over the past few years.