- Brownsville Station, Billy Craig Music, I LOVE THIS SCHOOL TOURCreate and Produce Music, present
BILLY CRAIG, NEXT EXIT PARADISE
As the story often goes. . .it’s been a long and winding road. However, this small town boy has been working very hard and has taken his craft to the next level.
Performing all over the USA and abroad, Billy has played in many venues from smoke filled corner bars to the largest amphitheatre’s. His live performances are without question, a tough act to follow with incredible impact.
Being an accomplished guitarist and songwriter, Billy has written and produced his second fantastic full length CD, ‘NEXT EXIT PARADISE’ getting interest both in the USA and overseas.
These 13 brand new songs take you on an emotional rollercoaster from rocky, beachy fun, to heart-tugging, thought- provoking songs. In a nutshell, it’s perfect for today’s modern country radio.
Having veteran impact, this sophomore effort continues the momentum started from his last release and his fan base continues to grow worldwide.
“Billy is without question one of the greatest artist and writers that I have ever followed in music” says Robert Metzger of Capitol Management Group, Nashville’s most awarded grammy winning music management firms.
Billy is actively touring with the I LOVE THIS SCHOOL TOUR and looking forward to a summer tour with BROWNSVILLE STATION. Always in the studio always writing....life is exciting!!!
NEXT EXIT PARADISE is available on itunes.
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Three soldiers trudged down a road in a strange country. They were on their way home from the wars. Besides being tired, they were hungry. In fact, they had eaten nothing for many, many days.
“How I would like a good dinner tonight,” said the first. “And a bed to sleep in,” added the second. “But that is impossible,” said the third.
On they marched, until suddenly, ahead of them, they saw the lights of a village. “Maybe we’ll find a bite to eat and a bed to sleep in,” they thought.
Now the peasants of the place feared strangers. When they heard that three soldiers were coming down the road, they talked among themselves. “Here come three soldiers,” they said. “Soldiers are always hungry. But we have so little for ourselves.” And they hurried to hide their food. They hid the barley in haylofts, carrots under quilts, and buckets of milk down the wells. They hid all they had to eat. Then they waited.
The soldiers stopped at the first house. “Good evening to you,” they said. “Could you spare a bit of food for three hungry soldiers?” “We have no food for ourselves,” the residents lied. “It has been a poor harvest.”
The soldiers went to the next house. “Could you spare a bit of food?” they asked. “And do you have a corner where we could sleep for the night?” “Oh, no,” the man said. “We gave all we could spare to the soldiers who came before you.” “And our beds are full,” lied the woman.
At each house, the response was the same — no one had food or a place for the soldiers to stay. The peasants had very good reasons, like feeding the sick and children. The villagers stood in the street and sighed. They looked as hungry as they could.
The soldiers talked together. The first soldier called out, “Good people! We are three hungry soldiers in a strange land. We have asked you for food and you have no food. Well, we will have to make stone soup.” The peasants stared.
The soldiers asked for a big iron pot, water to fill it, and a fire to heat it. “And now, if you please, three round smooth stones.” The soldiers dropped the stones into the pot.
“Any soup needs salt and pepper,” the first soldier said, so children ran to fetch salt and pepper.
“Stones make good soup, but carrots would make it so much better,” the second soldier added. One woman said, “Why, I think I have a carrot or two!” She ran to get the carrots.
“A good stone soup should have some cabbage, but no use asking for what we don’t have!” said the third soldier. Another woman said, “I think I can probably find some cabbage,” and off she scurried.
“If only we had a bit of beef and some potatoes, this soup would be fit for a rich man’s table.” The peasants thought it over, then ran to fetch what they had hidden in their cellars. A rich man’s soup, and all from a few stones! It seemed like magic!
The soldiers said, “If only we had a bit of barley and some milk, this soup would be fit for a king!” And so the peasants managed to retrieve some barley and milk.
“The soup is ready,” said the cooks, “and all will taste it, but first we need to set the tables.” Tables and torches were set up in the square, and all sat down to eat. Some of the peasants said, “Such a great soup would be better with bread and cider,” so they brought forth the last two items and the banquet was enjoyed by all.
Never had there been such a feast. Never had the peasants tasted such delicious soup, and all made from stones! They ate and drank and danced well into the night.
The soldiers asked again if there was a loft where they might sleep for the night. “Oh, no!” said the town folk. “You wise men must have the best beds in the village!” So one soldier spent the night in the priest’s house, one in the baker’s house, and one in the mayor’s house.
In the morning, the villagers gathered to say goodbye. “Many thanks to you,” the people said, “for we shall never go hungry now that you have taught us how to make soup from stones!”