<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:03:28.563-04:00</updated><category term='Drumming'/><category term='Snare'/><category term='We'/><category term='Donna Graalman'/><category term='Susan Graalman'/><category term='Pete Prevost'/><category term='Music'/><category term='Star'/><category term='Tour'/><category term='Drums'/><category term='Mark'/><category term='Christian'/><category term='Mark Graalman'/><category term='Chris Rohman'/><category term='Matt Hammitt'/><category term='Each'/><category term='Graalman'/><category term='Vinnie Colaiuta'/><category term='Dave Weckl'/><category term='Other'/><category term='Real'/><category term='Rock'/><category term='Sanctus'/><category term='Need'/><category term='Sanctus Real'/><category term='Tommy'/><category term='Fall'/><category term='Dan Gartley'/><category term='Steve Gadd'/><title type='text'>Love, Love, Love...</title><subtitle type='html'>The extremely screwy life of a Christian Rock Drummer in all it's brutally honest glory!!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-6590555537003854923</id><published>2009-06-02T22:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T23:47:55.022-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mark vs Pete Challenge!</title><content type='html'>So I challenged Pete to a contest the other day and I'm hoping I haven't bitten off more than I can chew, (that statement will be more funny here in a sec). You see Pete &amp; I are the two especially blessed members of Sanctus Real. We are the two who aren't naturally skinny mini. We both love to eat good food and aren't necessarily the biggest fans of running, the consequence of which is a little bit of belly. So here's the deal: I challenged Pete to a contest to lose 20 pounds by Sept 1st. If one of us doesn't do it, that dude has to pay the other big $, we haven't decided how much. &lt;br /&gt;I'm already figuring out that my eating habits are worse than I've realized as I've spent the last two days watching closely what I consume as well as having to resist eating things and/or large portions of things I normally wouldn't think twice about. It's about time though, I am 31 now. I've got a beautiful wife and two beautiful kids and I declare in the name of Jesus Christ that, as long as it is the Lord's will, I will live plenty long enough to see all of them live out their lives. I will not cut myself short because I was too undisciplined early on to maintain healthy habits. In Jesus' name I WILL see 85 years of age at least! (Unless Christ comes back before that. I'd be just fine with that too). So anyways,on a lighter note, this is your warning that Pete and I are going to be looking pretty great in the new record's cd packaging. Maybe we'll even give Chris a run for his money. So pray for us that God would give us the grace to not bite off more than can, (or should), chew and that we will both have success in our goal of 20 lbs lost. (Which would be good because if I lose I don't actually have any money that I can pay Pete with. Don't tell Pete that). &lt;br /&gt;Oh yea, my official weigh in is 171. So the goal is 151. I'll keep you posted ;-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-6590555537003854923?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/6590555537003854923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=6590555537003854923' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6590555537003854923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6590555537003854923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2009/06/mark-vs-pete-challenge.html' title='The Mark vs Pete Challenge!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-1561473926376035449</id><published>2009-01-03T22:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T09:11:19.003-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave Weckl'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Donna Graalman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pete Prevost'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drumming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark Graalman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Matt Hammitt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanctus Real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Steve Gadd'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dan Gartley'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Susan Graalman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christian'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vinnie Colaiuta'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Rohman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drums'/><title type='text'>My wife is awesome! She's making me blog!</title><content type='html'>So let me tell you all how awesome my wife is; she just handed me my computer and said, "Here, blog!". I of course responded with my typical stubborn, dumb attitude by saying, "Blog about what!?!" I was just kidding really, I like writing blogs but it just seems to take me longer and longer to find that perfect combination of inspiration + motivation + time I need to actually sit down and write. Apparently though there is a new blogging app for the iPhone that Matt was telling me about the other day. I guess you can upload pic's and everything. So I'm going to find that app and then I'll bet my blogging consistency will increase 50% because I will be capable of writing a blog anywhere anytime. &lt;br /&gt;So tonight was a good night; we threw my Mom a surprise birthday party at Max &amp;amp; Erma's, she's now 55. Her kids, kid-in-laws, grandkids, brother, sisters and two sister-in-laws all got together to honor her. It was pretty great bringing her into the restaurant and seeing the look on her face when everyone yelled surprise. Good times. &lt;br /&gt;Now Susan and I are sitting on the couch watching an episode of Alfred Hitchcock. It's pretty amusing. I'll probably be going to bed soon, we have church in the morning. We go to Toledo Vineyard and love it. It's one of those churches where you're allowed to just be yourself and nobody looks down on you for it ever, no matter how messed up you are. It's a safe place where I feel loved. It's nice to have a church like that to go to with my family when I'm not on the road. If you're interested at all in checking it out here's the churches website: &lt;a href="http://www.vineyardtoledo.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Christmas tree is still up, I wonder how it will be before Susan wants to take it down. I'll bet we'll end up taking it down tomorrow because I'd rather wait until Monday;) &lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to try and get all the drumheads on my drum kit changed tomorrow because we're scheduled to go to Nashville and record a song with a new producer that we've never worked with before. We're going to see if he's the guy we want to do the next record with. So yea, it's true; next Thursday &amp;amp; Friday we will be recording the first song for the next Sanctus Real record. I'm already quite excited about this record because Matt has been writing a lot and the demo's he's been sending to us are great. We also got together and jammed as a band last week for the first and ended up writing two really cool songs. So things are starting nicely, hopefully that "flow" will only increase as we get further into this project.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so at this point I've just simply decided that I'm going to make this the most random blog ever because that's pretty much how it's turning out anyway so lastly; here's one of my most favorite drum videos of all time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-165a81d31192302b" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D165a81d31192302b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329853024%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D523EA38C858995A9E359EE617093FC5CD492083F.42672505D793B56B3B32D319670923A40523A8D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D165a81d31192302b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DquWSThGzBeRgSBHdaFIZUDW2h7M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D165a81d31192302b%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1329853024%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D523EA38C858995A9E359EE617093FC5CD492083F.42672505D793B56B3B32D319670923A40523A8D0%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D165a81d31192302b%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DquWSThGzBeRgSBHdaFIZUDW2h7M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-1561473926376035449?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=165a81d31192302b&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/1561473926376035449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=1561473926376035449' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/1561473926376035449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/1561473926376035449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-wife-is-awesome-shes-making-me-blog.html' title='My wife is awesome! She&apos;s making me blog!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-5983474157049745677</id><published>2008-10-28T01:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:33:43.926-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='We'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Graalman'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Real'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tommy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rock'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drumming'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Star'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Each'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mark'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sanctus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Other'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Snare'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Need'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Drums'/><title type='text'>The Amazing Adventures Of Tommy Snare!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyXRIBVXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oOB4yjLQZG4/s1600-h/TS10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyXRIBVXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oOB4yjLQZG4/s200/TS10.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722646130382194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyXA-fVhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xu80fVdCtGo/s1600-h/TS9.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyXA-fVhI/AAAAAAAAAJU/Xu80fVdCtGo/s200/TS9.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722641795438098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyWlObx4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HVD0p3iekQI/s1600-h/TS8.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyWlObx4I/AAAAAAAAAJM/HVD0p3iekQI/s200/TS8.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722634346121090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyWBtyUbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sdCHYEMEtGg/s1600-h/TS7.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyWBtyUbI/AAAAAAAAAJE/sdCHYEMEtGg/s200/TS7.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722624813945266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyVuYBsVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fbYBjEtKBns/s1600-h/TS6.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyVuYBsVI/AAAAAAAAAI8/fbYBjEtKBns/s200/TS6.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722619622404434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx_LsXChI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bTXUXZ-eDM0/s1600-h/TS5.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx_LsXChI/AAAAAAAAAI0/bTXUXZ-eDM0/s200/TS5.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722232355326482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx-9t9aiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/W2LZE5iynBI/s1600-h/TS4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx-9t9aiI/AAAAAAAAAIs/W2LZE5iynBI/s200/TS4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722228603939362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx-d9qXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_GqeClCil5U/s1600-h/TS3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx-d9qXzI/AAAAAAAAAIk/_GqeClCil5U/s200/TS3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722220079865650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx-JTLWRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gntJ9NVbR8w/s1600-h/TS2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx-JTLWRI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gntJ9NVbR8w/s200/TS2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722214532962578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx9uY8NfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IfyRYYhmPeU/s1600-h/TS1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjx9uY8NfI/AAAAAAAAAIU/IfyRYYhmPeU/s200/TS1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262722207309379058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wife gave me one of the coolest gifts she's ever given me while I was home on a quick two and a half day long break last week. The gift? Tommy Snare! Who's Tommy Snare? Well he is a pet monster that Susan hand stitched. Pretty cool huh? She named him Tommy Snare after my obvious love for drumming, (Tom Toms &amp; Snare Drums). So this week Tommy has traveled the country with me going from Ohio to Oregon, Washington, Montana &amp; South Dakota. It turns out he's quite the "Rock Star"; he likes hanging with the fans at the meet &amp; greets, getting his picture taken, eating only the green M&amp;M's and frolicking in the fruit tray. Despite his need for attention and the fact that he won't let me play my drums unless it's show time, his is a good hang. He gets me out of bed before noon, encourages me to eat healthy and checks my email for me when I don't have time. So thank you Susan for my new friend Tommy Snare! I love you and just want you to know that he's lots of fun, (not as much fun as you of course), but he fits in my pocket which is pretty neat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-5983474157049745677?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/5983474157049745677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=5983474157049745677' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/5983474157049745677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/5983474157049745677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-adventures-of-tommy-snare.html' title='The Amazing Adventures Of Tommy Snare!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SQjyXRIBVXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/oOB4yjLQZG4/s72-c/TS10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-5168641193122047355</id><published>2008-09-23T22:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T22:30:58.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Couple Of Fine Young Men</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5CVGvQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LCwz_7QYLh0/s1600-h/B%26N1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5CVGvQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LCwz_7QYLh0/s200/B%26N1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409239973543170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5PPHdrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jqf7X_6Zmf8/s1600-h/B%26N2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5PPHdrI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jqf7X_6Zmf8/s200/B%26N2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409243438085810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5X_qgtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DGDvhwRY2uc/s1600-h/B%26N5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5X_qgtI/AAAAAAAAAHs/DGDvhwRY2uc/s200/B%26N5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409245789192914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5visXbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sEsc_gvKh-Y/s1600-h/B%26N6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5visXbI/AAAAAAAAAH0/sEsc_gvKh-Y/s200/B%26N6.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409252110130610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml6B-2DEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5qBJPlgvlPM/s1600-h/B%26N7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml6B-2DEI/AAAAAAAAAH8/5qBJPlgvlPM/s200/B%26N7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249409257060043842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNmkqt7f0II/AAAAAAAAAHU/cRD4cAc3x-A/s1600-h/B%26N4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNmkqt7f0II/AAAAAAAAAHU/cRD4cAc3x-A/s200/B%26N4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249407894467629186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNmkB0rKG4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/L0g-7AVvgYk/s1600-h/B%26N3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNmkB0rKG4I/AAAAAAAAAHM/L0g-7AVvgYk/s200/B%26N3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249407191903509378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So We Need Each Other the tour is going great! Really great in fact, it's blowing our minds! Many sold out shows and very positive feedback from the attendees. We've been told multiple times that our set on this tour is the best Sanctus concert people have ever seen. So I'm happy about that, but never the less I'm still thankful for a few days off at home with my wife and baby boys! Today we went to a great little family photo place in Perrysburg called Portrait Innovations and got the boys' pictures taken. Susan really wanted to get pic's done of Nate before he loses his beautiful little blues eyes, (Ben's turned hazel/brown around six months and Nate just turned five months old!). So anyway, here's some of the Benjamin &amp; Nathaniel photo shoot results, a couple of fine young men if I do say so myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-5168641193122047355?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/5168641193122047355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=5168641193122047355' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/5168641193122047355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/5168641193122047355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/09/couple-of-fine-young-men.html' title='A Couple Of Fine Young Men'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SNml5CVGvQI/AAAAAAAAAHc/LCwz_7QYLh0/s72-c/B%26N1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-7826569793013442087</id><published>2008-09-08T22:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T23:45:14.457-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What a crazy week...</title><content type='html'>This has been one crazy week! You know, me and the Sanctus boys have been anticipating our Fall tour for quite awhile and now that it's here and rollin' I must say that I'm even more excited about it just because it's been such a great first week! I've got to tell ya' though, this stuff is exhausting. I'm wiped out and there's still 29 more shows left to do! Yep, I'm gettin' old. In fact, part of my problem right now is that I somehow pulled some muscles in lower back and so it's been just killing me the past few days. O'well. I can't be young and invincible forever I guess. &lt;br /&gt;Anyways, this week has been great but really busy. Pete and Dan came in from Nashville Tuesday night. We rehearsed our set and tried to figure out ways to make the show fun and unique for those who have seen us a hundred times already. I think I got to bed around 1 am that night and of course with two kids I don't usually get to sleep much later than about 8 am. We met back up at the rehearsal space Wednesday morning, loaded up all the gear and proceeded to meet up with Vota at Cedar Creek Church in Perrysburg, (Toledo suburb), where the first show was to be. We loaded in, set up and did sound check/rehearsal all day long. The Tenth Avenue North guys and Sammy Adebiyi all showed up through out the day and we slowly got things figured out and in order so we could kick off the tour right the next evening. I think I got to bed at 12 am but poor baby Nathan kept us up most of the night. He's apparently teething. &lt;br /&gt;Then we kicked off in our hometown of Toledo, Ohio on Thursday with a great first show. There was about 1000 people there, the concert went great and Sammy's message managed to motivate 193 people to sign up for Mocha Club &lt;a href="http://www.mochaclub.org"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; setting a new record for sign ups in a single night at a concert! I think I went to bed around 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;Friday morning we got early to drive to The Underground in Cincinnati, Ohio. Played to a crowd of about 4-500 people. Again the show went great, but I was rather sad to have to do the three hour drive back home again afterwards. I got to bed about 4 am. &lt;br /&gt;Saturday we got up and drove to Spring Arbor, Michigan to play at the university there. We had about 1200 people attend and the crowd was great, but I must say I felt like I played like poop that night. We had some technical difficulties right off the bat and they kind of continued through out our set making me feel rather nervous and insecure which caused me to  make dumb mistakes in my playing. I get really frustrated at that stuff even though I probably shouldn't. I need to allow myself the freedom to have a bad show on occasion. Otherwise I'm simply training myself to be a perfect little robot up there on that stage and actually sucking the life out of the whole concert experience anyway. Who do you want to see in concert; a "play it safe" lifeless machine behind the drum kit or a passionate musician who his confident, fearless, and playing every note as if it were his last?   &lt;br /&gt;Sunday was really crazy because we went back to our hometown to do a benefit concert for a family who is going to be on ABC's Extreme Makeover Home Edition. This event sold out and we got to play in front of 5000 people, meet the cast of the show and even have Paul Dimeo play a song with us. Pretty nuts huh!?! Tomorrow we're going to the site of the build for a little VIP tour and to hang with the cast some more. Fun stuff! &lt;br /&gt;Then Wednesday we'll fly to Oklahoma and do tour show #4 of 32. &lt;br /&gt;Probably the thing I'm most excited about though is the fact that Mocha Club's goal for this next year is to build 30 wells in Jaque Darfur Africa. and in just three show's we have enough people signed up to fund the building of four wells! These wells cost about $15,000 to build because they are in such a dangerous and remote area in the Sudan, but one of them can supply clean water for up to 500 people. That's a good thing because there about 70,000 people there in need of it! &lt;br /&gt;I believe God could very well use this one tour to supply more than enough funding for all 30 wells to be built. Please Jesus make it happen! For your glory God! YOU be lifted up through all this! In Christ' name I pray, AMEN!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, lastly; check out &lt;a href="http://www.tomsshoes.com"&gt;www.tomsshoes.com&lt;/a&gt; to be a part of yet another revolution.&lt;br /&gt;Love you guys!&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-7826569793013442087?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/7826569793013442087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=7826569793013442087' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/7826569793013442087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/7826569793013442087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-crazy-week.html' title='What a crazy week...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-6715806732334272155</id><published>2008-08-20T22:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T23:22:22.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I like John Mayer...</title><content type='html'>Anyone heard that newer John Mayer single "Say"? I keep hearing it on the radio, (Susan's been on a kick where she's listening to 101.5 The River a lot, which is totally meant for her demographic, I find that slightly humorous), and I just love that song! I've always dug Mayer's stuff which honestly I feel slightly less than manly admitting that, but hey; the dude writes GREAT songs! Also, he's pretty much the Eric Clapton of our generation when it comes to playing guitar. If you don't believe me you need to check out his new live dvd called Where The Light Is, it's literally unbelievable. So yea, anyways, just thought I'd tell you guys that I really like that song.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, what's actually going on is that I tried to buy that song on iTunes just now but my debit card was declined because someone stole my card and the bank had to shut off the card. I wish I could listen to that song now but I'm going to have to wait until I get my new debit card. So for now I'll just talk to all of you...Until my card gets here... Then I'll buy the song... And go listen to it... And finally leave you all alone... I'm rambling aren't I?.. That's what happens when I can't listen to John Mayer when I'd like to... Sometimes I just feel like I need to hear those bluesy pop hooks that run deeper than an infection... Ok I'm definitely less than manly now... I'm just going to be quiet... Shoooosh Mark... (silence)... Should I be embarrassed?.. Anyone other dudes out there like John Mayer that much?.. Are you all too busy crying with laughter or making fun of me to answer?.. Just say what you need to say...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-6715806732334272155?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/6715806732334272155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=6715806732334272155' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6715806732334272155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6715806732334272155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-like-john-mayer.html' title='I like John Mayer...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-6981638329737924039</id><published>2008-08-13T00:02:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T00:04:04.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Sammy...</title><content type='html'>Hey everyone! I just wanted to take a minute, (well about 8 minutes actually), of your time to introduce you all to my good friend Sammy. Sammy is going out with Sanctus Real on our Fall tour which starts Sept. 4th at Cedar Creek Church in Perrysburg, Ohio just outside of our hometown; Toledo. Sammy's pretty much one of the coolest dudes ever. I'm excited for you all to not only get to know him and see all the joy and love for Jesus that just kind of radiates off him, but I'm also anxious for you to hear his heart for helping those in need! We're out to save Africa and change the world this Fall so come be a part of "WE NEED EACH OTHER" THE TOUR EVENT!!! Check out this video about how God called Sammy into ministry and then check out www.sanctusreal.com to see when the tour is coming to a city near you! Hope to see you all there!&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;P.S. If you want to, you can look up Sammy on facebook by searching for Samuel Adebiyi. Drop him a line of encouragement and tell him how excited you are about his ministry after you check out the video. Also, don't forget that Tenth Avenue North &amp; Vota (formerly Casting Pearls) will be on the tour as well! Peace out. &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwxQ7_mm0gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iwxQ7_mm0gk&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-6981638329737924039?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/6981638329737924039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=6981638329737924039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6981638329737924039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6981638329737924039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/08/meet-sammy.html' title='Meet Sammy...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-6167998031497741172</id><published>2008-08-01T01:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T02:51:10.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Man! What is my problem!?! My last post was all talking about how it's been too long and that I need to make sure I'm blogging more often  and keeping you guys (&amp; girls) up to date on life, blah, blah, blah, and what do I do then? Wait another TWO MONTHS!?! Well if there's anybody out there hanging in there with me and still reading this, please forgive me for absolutely proving that I suck at the whole blogging thing. I'm sorry I've failed you all yet again. I hope you all can find it in your hearts to forgive and forget and be gracious enough to believe in me that I will one day be good at this. &lt;br /&gt;To be honest, when we decided as a band that we were all going to commit to these personal blogs as a part of Sanctus Reality, I knew deep down that I was going to be the slacker at this whole thing. And here in lies the beauty of the blog; like I said in the blogs' original title description, "THE EXTREMELY SCREWY LIFE OF A CHRISTIAN ROCK DRUMMER IN ALL IT'S BRUTALLY HONEST GLORY". I'm going to be brutally honest; I have a hard time staying motivated to do the little things like this. Most of my life I've battled with motivation issues on all sorts of different things. Apparently it's a normal part of my personality type. I've taken two different personality profile tests to better understand myself and how I work with others and unfortunately one of the cons of a character like me is I'm not very motivated to do anything that I'm not extremely interested in. Looking back on my high school career, this definitely proved to be true. I was  a horrible student barely passing my classes like Algebra, World History, Anatomy, etc. But then I was a straight A wizard with anything music, I was always at the top of the class in Marching Band, Jazz Band &amp; Orchestra. I could never get myself to stay focused and pay attention in German 101 or to do any homework in that class, but I had absolutely no problem sitting in my bedroom at my drum kit and practicing for six hours a day, literally. &lt;br /&gt;The weird thing is, I need to just remind myself how much I like doing this. Every time I write it proves to be very therapeutic for me and enjoyable. It's definitely not that I'm uninterested or that I don't like doing this, I always end up really enjoying it and I especially love when you all actually respond and leave cool comments. I get all of your comments sent straight to my personal email on my iPhone by the way. If you leave a comment, not only do I read it but I do so probably about five minutes or so after you leave it.&lt;br /&gt;So here's to picking up the blogging torch once again, raising it high and running down the stairs with it! Hopefully I won't crash and burn again. Special thanks by the way to a couple of you who left me comments saying that you were anxious to hear from me again! I appreciate it! It's help with the motivation factor for sure to know that somebody not only reads these but actually likes to. Ok, ta-ta for now!&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-6167998031497741172?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/6167998031497741172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=6167998031497741172' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6167998031497741172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6167998031497741172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/08/aaaahhhhh.html' title='AAAAHHHHH!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-924816808231316449</id><published>2008-05-30T23:50:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:40.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too long, too long, it's just been too long!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SEDN4OF8EdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mtZsMz00OPo/s1600-h/all+time+daddy.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SEDN4OF8EdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mtZsMz00OPo/s200/all+time+daddy.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206387534979666386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SEDLZ-F8EcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/X5DbStsiEIA/s1600-h/ben+and+nate+bw.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SEDLZ-F8EcI/AAAAAAAAAFg/X5DbStsiEIA/s200/ben+and+nate+bw.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206384816265368002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so it's been way too long since I wrote anything on here! What can I say, life with two kids has definitely gotten the best of me, (which in my book is fine because my family should get the best of me). But I've neglected you all long enough now. I know you've all been just dying to read a new blog from your good old friend MarkDaDrumma! I know it keeps you up at night with your minds racing! That question! That awful soul twisting question! It's just eating you alive! "WHAT IS GOING ON IN MARK'S LIFE RIGHT NOW!?!"&lt;br /&gt;Well let me paint the picture for; yesterday I went to get a haircut. When the girl finished cutting my hair she handed me a small mirror to look into while the really big mirror was behind me, so I could see the back of my head. I asked immediately if I had a bald spot yet. She asked, "why would you have a bald spot?" I said, "well I turned 30 this year, finally had to get glasses, had a second kid and recently purchased a mini-van. A bald spot is the next step right?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-924816808231316449?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/924816808231316449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=924816808231316449' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/924816808231316449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/924816808231316449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/05/too-long-too-long-its-just-been-too.html' title='Too long, too long, it&apos;s just been too long!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SEDN4OF8EdI/AAAAAAAAAFo/mtZsMz00OPo/s72-c/all+time+daddy.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-151350342555274060</id><published>2008-04-23T00:09:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:41.992-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing Nathaniel Yo-Soon Graalman!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7G7gnmsLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NmiZTUFk69I/s1600-h/Nate+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7G7gnmsLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NmiZTUFk69I/s200/Nate+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192306146075390130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7DSAnmsKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VJtFmjEZWd4/s1600-h/Nate%27s+Tiger.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7DSAnmsKI/AAAAAAAAAFE/VJtFmjEZWd4/s200/Nate%27s+Tiger.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192302134575935650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7AhgnmsJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ic0mC9xh6Mo/s1600-h/Nate+2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7AhgnmsJI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Ic0mC9xh6Mo/s200/Nate+2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192299102329024658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA6_KgnmsII/AAAAAAAAAE0/DzeJGQyEju8/s1600-h/Ben+%26+Nate+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA6_KgnmsII/AAAAAAAAAE0/DzeJGQyEju8/s200/Ben+%26+Nate+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192297607680405634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA6-5gnmsHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/odLjF8cMg6k/s1600-h/1st+Fam+Photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA6-5gnmsHI/AAAAAAAAAEs/odLjF8cMg6k/s200/1st+Fam+Photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192297315622629490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   YYYEEESSS!!! I haven't been this excited to post a blog in a while and there's not even much to be said about it except; WE HAD OUR BABY!!! &lt;br /&gt;   So yesterday morning I woke up in Nashville all ready to go knock out a million interviews in a couple days time for GMA week. I only made it through Monday morning though before my wife Susan called me from her Doctor's appointment and said that they were going to have to do an emergency c-section due to low amniotic fluid. As she was telling me this, us Sanctus guys and our A&amp;R guy Chris York  were sitting around a table eating fish taco's in downtown Nashville. I think they all saw the look on my face and knew exactly what was going on because as soon as I said, "huh, guys I gotta go!", Dan immediately jumped up from the table and was like, "I'll drive you to the airport!" &lt;br /&gt;   I know the Lord was with me because Dan had me to that airport in about ten minutes flat and there just happened to be a flight leaving for Detroit in 30 minutes that would get me home just two hours before my son was born! Praise God for "making all things work together for the good" huh!?!&lt;br /&gt;   So last night on April 21st 2008, my wife Susan and our son Ben and I welcomed our newest family member into the world; Nathaniel Yo-Soon Graalman! He was 6 lbs 10 oz and 20" long. He's healthy and quite a little cutie if I do say so myself! Susan is doing well. Please pray for a speedy healing from the c-section surgery but other than that, she's doing great, Also Ben is being so sweet to his new baby brother. He's pretty excited about this whole thing. &lt;br /&gt;   These pic's were taken with my iPhone, so they're not the best quality, but I'll probably be posting some better ones on my facebook and myspace pages sometime soon.&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-151350342555274060?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/151350342555274060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=151350342555274060' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/151350342555274060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/151350342555274060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/04/introducing-nathaniel-yo-soon-graalman.html' title='Introducing Nathaniel Yo-Soon Graalman!!!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/SA7G7gnmsLI/AAAAAAAAAFM/NmiZTUFk69I/s72-c/Nate+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-6249202597511419289</id><published>2008-04-08T22:08:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:43.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been three years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSkECLh2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dn-sPXhnmek/s1600-h/wb8jkr2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSkECLh2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dn-sPXhnmek/s200/wb8jkr2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111650335623010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSZUCLh1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8RrA6hRwjSM/s1600-h/wb8jkr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSZUCLh1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/8RrA6hRwjSM/s200/wb8jkr.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111465652029266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSRkCLh0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FicJVgNiybs/s1600-h/First+"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSRkCLh0I/AAAAAAAAAEU/FicJVgNiybs/s200/First+" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187111332508043074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xRjUCLhzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dh_6JlbBhfM/s1600-h/Garage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xRjUCLhzI/AAAAAAAAAEM/dh_6JlbBhfM/s200/Garage.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187110537939093298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xQKUCLhyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kYNXR_33VWI/s1600-h/Dad,+Ben+%26+Me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xQKUCLhyI/AAAAAAAAAEE/kYNXR_33VWI/s200/Dad,+Ben+%26+Me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187109008930735906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xP6UCLhxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5gKlLl3Mw5o/s1600-h/Ben+%26+Dad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xP6UCLhxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5gKlLl3Mw5o/s200/Ben+%26+Dad.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187108734052828946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xPdECLhwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/54QjO1DxTPg/s1600-h/Family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xPdECLhwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/54QjO1DxTPg/s200/Family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187108231541655298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xPMUCLhvI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xq_1swrBJZs/s1600-h/Dad+playing+Guitar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xPMUCLhvI/AAAAAAAAADs/Xq_1swrBJZs/s200/Dad+playing+Guitar.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187107943778846450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xO80CLhuI/AAAAAAAAADk/nDRriatSA1Y/s1600-h/Dad+holdong+Ben.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xO80CLhuI/AAAAAAAAADk/nDRriatSA1Y/s200/Dad+holdong+Ben.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187107677490874082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   So lately I've been thinking about how fast everything seems to be moving these days. I feel like a whole lot of drastic changes started occurring in my life about three years ago and ever since they just seem to keep on coming. I'm sure that most of you reading this are familiar with everything Sanctus Real went through around that time; losing our bass player, close friends getting divorced, our singer's grandmother passed away while he had to be on the road. Finally then, the hardest issue for me personally; on the same day my son Ben was born my Dad was diagnosed with terminal cancer. &lt;br /&gt;   Since that time period the crazy changes, both good and bad, have kept coming. Let's see; besides me having my first child and my Dad dying of cancer unexpectedly at the age of 47 (making my Mom a widow at the age of 50), Sanctus Real gets new bass player (Dan Gartley), Sanctus Real puts out third cd called The Face Of Love, Sanctus Real adds a fifth member (Pete Prevost), my sister Patti gets pregnant and has a baby boy named Seth (making me an uncle), Sanctus Real fires management, Sanctus Real hires new management, We go on the Winter Jam tour playing in front of 10-20,000 people a night, We spend all year writing and recording We Need Each Other, Susan and I find out we're pregnant again, Patti gets married to her boyfriend, my Grandma Robinson passes away, I start teaching drum lessons Tuesday nights when I'm home, we go on tour with Steven Curtis Chapman, WNEO comes out, I turn 30, Sanctus Real fires management again (currently manager-less), we go on tour with Third Day, my Grandma Graalman passes away (making me officially Grandparent-less), my other sister Sarah gets engaged (getting married August 31st), Susan and I buy a mini-van (Honda Odyssey) and in less than three weeks my beautiful wife will be giving birth to our second baby; Nathaniel Yo-Soon Graalman. Does that sound like a crazy three years to any else!?! And that's just the major stuff!&lt;br /&gt;   So anyways, life is just wild at times and it just seems to be getting wilder all the time any more. But when all is said and done it really just makes me even more thankful that Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today and forever. He's absolutely faithful. When I look back at the last three years of my life I wonder how I haven't just gone crazy and lost my mind in the midst of all this chaos. It must just simply be that God loves me enough to give me the grace to get through all of these major life changes and to come out the other side sensing His presence, resting in His peace and feeling completely confident that He hasn't once left my side. As my Pastor, Bill Herzog, always says; "God is good all the time because that is His nature".&lt;br /&gt;   I think what really got me thinking about these things this week though was Saturday. You see this past Saturday was April 5th, the anniversary of my Dad's death. Three years ago April 5th was a Tuesday night and on that Tuesday night at 10:15 p.m. EST my Dad, Mark S. Graalman Sr. went to Heaven to be with Jesus forever. I guess I've just been thinking about him a lot lately and thinking about how much he's missed, although, maybe he hasn't missed anything? Maybe he can see everything that's going on down here? I'm not sure how that works, but I can think of a couple scriptures that would suggest maybe that people in Heaven are watching us and cheering us on in a sense. I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;   Well in memory of my Dad, here are some pic's of him: You see, he had some unique hobbies. At the age of 13 he started getting into Amateur Radio and played around with that stuff all his life. His call letters were WB8JKR. He was also into "Tesla Coils". The one pictured here was the biggest one he ever built. He called it Pandora. It shot lighting bolts over 8' long! Yea, our neighbors thought he was nuts! He definitely was a bit of a mad scientist. He was kind of an electronics genius who could pretty much build or fix anything.  He played guitar when he was a kid and then picked it back up later on in life just because it was something he always wished he'd gotten good at. Lastly, here's a couple pic's of him holding Ben. He got two months with Ben, (February 4th to April 5th '05'), before he would be forced to leave us but as he himself said, "Heaven means never having to say goodbye". &lt;br /&gt;   I miss you Dad. I love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-6249202597511419289?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/6249202597511419289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=6249202597511419289' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6249202597511419289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/6249202597511419289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/04/its-been-three-years.html' title='It&apos;s been three years...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R_xSkECLh2I/AAAAAAAAAEk/dn-sPXhnmek/s72-c/wb8jkr2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-1521576247896284563</id><published>2008-03-22T05:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:44.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lovin' Louisiana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TOVkCLhsI/AAAAAAAAADU/GfjoQla-AHo/s1600-h/Stage.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TOVkCLhsI/AAAAAAAAADU/GfjoQla-AHo/s200/Stage.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180492341228308162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TN3kCLhrI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZ_phRqsIJE/s1600-h/Marqui.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TN3kCLhrI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZ_phRqsIJE/s200/Marqui.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180491825832232626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNxUCLhqI/AAAAAAAAADE/nLv5bizE9lA/s1600-h/Behind+Desk.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNxUCLhqI/AAAAAAAAADE/nLv5bizE9lA/s200/Behind+Desk.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180491718458050210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNjECLhpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TsI42UL1Z4Y/s1600-h/Merch+Volunteers.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNjECLhpI/AAAAAAAAAC8/TsI42UL1Z4Y/s200/Merch+Volunteers.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180491473644914322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNQECLhoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TwhoG_d-yTM/s1600-h/Crawfish1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNQECLhoI/AAAAAAAAAC0/TwhoG_d-yTM/s200/Crawfish1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180491147227399810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNDUCLhnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ri_Adlxt_ds/s1600-h/Mark%27s+Crawfish.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TNDUCLhnI/AAAAAAAAACs/Ri_Adlxt_ds/s200/Mark%27s+Crawfish.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180490928184067698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well we are in Monroe, La. today, as the Third Day tour continues. I think this is show #8. Revive is on stage right now warmin' 'em up real good. We've had a couple great days off in St. Louis where we hooked up with the December Radio guys and thoroughly enjoyed some Macaroni Grill together! Good times. We hung out in a couple malls, saw a movie, kicked December Radio's tail in a couple games of bowling. You know, the usual. Ok so we didn't actually beat December Radio at bowling. We split the teams up so it wasn't band against band, but if it had been DR vs. SR, Sanctus would have prevailed for sure. &lt;br /&gt;Alright, due to lack of time before we played I was forced to put my lil' blog on hold and finish it later. So now the show is completely over. It was a great night. Fun crowd to play for here in Louisiana, but the best part came at the end of the night. &lt;br /&gt;You see some of the locals decided they were going boil us up a big ol' tub of cajun crawfish! I've got to be honest, being a white dude from Northern Ohio, I didn't really know what to think about it at first. The sight and smell of those things almost talked me out of trying them, but I'm glad I got past that and gave them a shot because cajun crawfish are officially amazing in my book! Basically you grab the crawfish by it's head and it's tail and you twist it in half. You throw the head away and suck the meat out of the tail. Now in Louisiana they boil the crawfish in these special cajun spices that make it quite spicy but yet really tasty! Definitely good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow we play in Metairie which is right outside of New Orleans, so who knows, maybe we'll get some more cajun goodness tomorrow. I surely hope so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-1521576247896284563?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/1521576247896284563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=1521576247896284563' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/1521576247896284563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/1521576247896284563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/03/lovin-louisiana.html' title='Lovin&apos; Louisiana!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R-TOVkCLhsI/AAAAAAAAADU/GfjoQla-AHo/s72-c/Stage.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-3708257138055760543</id><published>2008-03-11T09:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:45.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Risen Drums Rock!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aO5TXWQgI/AAAAAAAAACk/kOH0jLZuG-I/s1600-h/SR+RisenSnare.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aO5TXWQgI/AAAAAAAAACk/kOH0jLZuG-I/s200/SR+RisenSnare.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176481936810852866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aMLzXWQfI/AAAAAAAAACc/CufpMHUWYJo/s1600-h/SR+RisenKit2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aMLzXWQfI/AAAAAAAAACc/CufpMHUWYJo/s200/SR+RisenKit2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176478956103549426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aL9DXWQeI/AAAAAAAAACU/BQcCPVVQVEI/s1600-h/SR+RisenKit3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aL9DXWQeI/AAAAAAAAACU/BQcCPVVQVEI/s200/SR+RisenKit3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176478702700478946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aLtzXWQdI/AAAAAAAAACM/i_9Lh6MCzm4/s1600-h/SR+RisenKit4.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aLtzXWQdI/AAAAAAAAACM/i_9Lh6MCzm4/s200/SR+RisenKit4.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176478440707473874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this morning I'm going to brag a bit. I'm not usually one for tooting my own horn, but this is pretty stinkin' cool! It actually doesn't have anything to do with me, not in the sense of like I did something great to do deserve it or anything. This is actually more me bragging on one of the most generous people/companies I've ever met, I just get to be the blessed recipient, Risen Drums are the ones that are so cool!&lt;br /&gt;I've been endorsing RD for about a year and a half now, have had an amazing drum kit that they gave me at cost that has served me quite well both live and in the studio. In fact I used that kit exclusively to record our latest record, "We Need Each Other", and it sounds great if I do say so myself.&lt;br /&gt;I happen to call Keith Anderson, the owner of Risen Drums a couple of months ago to let him that we just got hooked up with the Third Day tour and that I would maybe want to get another kit for that tour. Keith decided that he wants all the Risen guys to have at least two kits on hand at all times so he agreed that I needed a new kit but then also took it a step further and declared that I was going to be receiving this kit free of charge! Yea, I about pooped my pants when he said that. I couldn't believe it! So here are pic's of my very beautiful new Risen Custom Drums and this is my tribute to the most generous and amazing drum company in the world! Risen Drums Rock!&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s.&lt;br /&gt;O' yea, for all you drum nuts out there, the spec's are this:&lt;br /&gt;All 6 ply maple shells, all wood hoops, except the snare which is 8 ply with a wood hoop on the bottom and a triple flanged steel hoop on top.&lt;br /&gt;Kick 18"x24"&lt;br /&gt;1st Tom 9"x12"&lt;br /&gt;2nd Tom 12"x15"&lt;br /&gt;3rd Tom 15"x18"&lt;br /&gt;Snare 7"x14" and features a Trick throw off&lt;br /&gt;Kit custom painted by Risen and front kick head created by Drum Art (www.drumart.com)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-3708257138055760543?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/3708257138055760543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=3708257138055760543' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/3708257138055760543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/3708257138055760543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/03/risen-drums-rock.html' title='Risen Drums Rock!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R9aO5TXWQgI/AAAAAAAAACk/kOH0jLZuG-I/s72-c/SR+RisenSnare.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-4005360225546329643</id><published>2008-03-02T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:46.172-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love your neighbor as yourself...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R8t6KtnKwWI/AAAAAAAAACE/jpiJJ_-ctI0/s1600-h/DSC03639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R8t6KtnKwWI/AAAAAAAAACE/jpiJJ_-ctI0/s200/DSC03639.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173362921426305378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R8t5_9nKwVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-xZb60vsvcE/s1600-h/Ben%26David1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R8t5_9nKwVI/AAAAAAAAAB8/-xZb60vsvcE/s200/Ben%26David1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5173362736742711634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hello ladies and gentleman! I hope this little blog finds you all doing well. I had a funny experience the other day; I woke up, looked out the window and saw that there was about five inches of snow on the ground and it was still coming down. Naturally caused it to be a bit of a lazy morning around the Graalman household but eventually I got out there with my new snow blower that I got at The Anderson's. (If you ever come to Toledo for any reason you have to go to The Anderson's because it's a great store!) Anyways, once I got out there I tore that driveway in half! Also, for the record, I cleared my neighbor's driveway for her as well. &lt;br /&gt;Not long ago there was a link posted on one our blogs that took people to an interview I had done where I was asked to give six different examples of ways that we could "love our neighbor". One of the things I put down was, "15 inches of snow just fell, you have a snow blower, your neighbor doesn't. Need I say more?". Well the other morning as I was clearing my driveway and looking over at my neighbor's driveway and thinking about the fact that she's a single mom with two kids I realized that I needed to do it or consider myself a hypocrite. I honestly do desire to show God's love to people in practical ways so I did it. I've got to be honest though, I didn't think she was home, I thought she was at work. Now my neighbor is an excited, loud, outgoing, African American woman. I am a shy, quiet, reserved, white guy. I was right in the middle of clearing her driveway when I hear this voice that was so loud I could hear it over my snow blower! I looked up and my neighbor was standing in her front doorway screaming at the top of her lungs, "O' GOD! O' GOD! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! I LOVE YOU! THANK YOU SOOO MUCH!!! &lt;br /&gt;I was just glad that the cold outside was making my cheeks red already because she made me blush! I felt a little embarrassed and kind of awkward almost as if I was 12 again. It did apparently bless her though, so hopefully The Lord will be able to use my shy awkwardness for His glory and plant some seeds in her heart. &lt;br /&gt;Her son David, who is a month younger than my son Ben, then proceeded to come outside once he realized that Ben and I were out there and the three of us then built a small snow man. Good times had by all! The End.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-4005360225546329643?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/4005360225546329643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=4005360225546329643' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/4005360225546329643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/4005360225546329643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/03/love-your-neighbor-as-yourself.html' title='Love your neighbor as yourself...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R8t6KtnKwWI/AAAAAAAAACE/jpiJJ_-ctI0/s72-c/DSC03639.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-4210677814566049371</id><published>2008-02-20T23:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:46.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do people really buy this stuff?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70JeJ7MfMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tDrd_StHiYU/s1600-h/Jesus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70JeJ7MfMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tDrd_StHiYU/s200/Jesus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169298360956124354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70I-p7MfLI/AAAAAAAAABs/S7LYhfWULkI/s1600-h/Skeleton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70I-p7MfLI/AAAAAAAAABs/S7LYhfWULkI/s200/Skeleton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169297819790245042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70Go57MfJI/AAAAAAAAABg/0iJrZWq43cs/s1600-h/Dog+%26+Hillbilly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70Go57MfJI/AAAAAAAAABg/0iJrZWq43cs/s200/Dog+%26+Hillbilly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169295247104834706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so I've been out on the road this week with my Sanctus brothers doing all sorts of promo stuff for the new record and it's been quite the journey to say the least. I'll probably write more about it later but for now, I'm going to ask a simple question; do people really buy this stuff!?!&lt;br /&gt;You see due to the nature of our job, being on the road traveling, we tend to stop at a lot of truck stops and gas stations to fuel up, use the rest room and grab a snack or beverage. What never ceases to amaze me though are the extremely tacky and very strange "knick knacks" that are almost always for sale at these places. For example: The strange stuffed dog with his buddy the friendly Hill Billy. I guess if I was a Hill Billy myself and happened to own a dog that resembled this one then maybe I would consider picking up these lovely items, but I still kind of doubt it. &lt;br /&gt;Then there is the Grim Reaper version of Skeletor, (everyone remember He-Man?), hanging out with a happy little Southern Frog gentleman. Somehow they just don't seem as likely friends, yet here they are, side by side. Rather unbelievable if you ask me. Finally we have Jesus and the Angels on the top shelf, which at first seems appropriate, but then you realize they're standing next to an old outhouse and then it all feels borderline blasphemous. Well like I said earlier; tacky, very tacky. &lt;br /&gt;So what do you think? Do people really but this stuff!?! Would any of you buy this stuff? If you would, are you still willing to admit it now that I've completely made fun of it? I'd love to know your thoughts on this strange phenomenon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-4210677814566049371?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/4210677814566049371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=4210677814566049371' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/4210677814566049371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/4210677814566049371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/02/do-people-really-buy-this-stuff.html' title='Do people really buy this stuff?'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R70JeJ7MfMI/AAAAAAAAAB0/tDrd_StHiYU/s72-c/Jesus.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-518018467972934740</id><published>2008-02-12T23:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:46.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Need Each Other...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R7J3bJ7MfII/AAAAAAAAABY/LxvxBjt7nnM/s1600-h/sanctus_cover_wneo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R7J3bJ7MfII/AAAAAAAAABY/LxvxBjt7nnM/s200/sanctus_cover_wneo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166323030951754882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, our new cd came out today. It is truly one of the strangest experiences ever to release a cd out into the world and then wait to see how it will be be received. Especially with this one in particular as we've  spent the last year writing and recording, re-writing and re-recording, to make sure that this will indeed be the best Sanctus Real record yet. I truly believe that we've accomplished that goal, but there's still that "test of time" to see wether or not those who go out and buy the cd love it as much as we hope they will. The "test of time" causes one to become anxious for reaction, but yet, also causes a sort of anti-climatic feeling as well. You go through this big countdown and then BOOM! The record drops, you're excited about this, but the fact of the matter is you still won't know if it is going to connect with more people than the last one did for a couple of years! So I guess my hope is that by 2010, we'll be able to look back at today and say wow, that record really had a huge affect on people and has completely changed everything in our little world. Truth be told I guess only Jesus can make that happen or not so I probably shouldn't even worry about it. It really doesn't matter as long as God does what He wants to do with it. Anyways, hope you dig the new cd.&lt;br /&gt;Mark&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-518018467972934740?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/518018467972934740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=518018467972934740' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/518018467972934740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/518018467972934740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/02/we-need-each-other.html' title='We Need Each Other...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R7J3bJ7MfII/AAAAAAAAABY/LxvxBjt7nnM/s72-c/sanctus_cover_wneo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-860592394513532324</id><published>2008-02-03T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:48.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks K-LOVE for my family's first cruise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6foz_OVG-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/08PLPWN4NAI/s1600-h/Susan%26Ben%26Parrots.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6foz_OVG-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/08PLPWN4NAI/s200/Susan%26Ben%26Parrots.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163351477646072802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6fofvOVG9I/AAAAAAAAABI/Kc8fpPd-Ra0/s1600-h/Ben%27s+first+time+in+the+ocean.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6fofvOVG9I/AAAAAAAAABI/Kc8fpPd-Ra0/s200/Ben%27s+first+time+in+the+ocean.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163351129753721810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6foFfOVG8I/AAAAAAAAABA/7TODv9FNvoA/s1600-h/Boys+passed+out.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6foFfOVG8I/AAAAAAAAABA/7TODv9FNvoA/s200/Boys+passed+out.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5163350678782155714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yea, we just got back a few days ago from the K-LOVE Friends &amp; Family Cruise 2008! It was an amazing time I must say. I'd never been on a cruise before, nor had my wife Susan and of course our son Ben hadn't so it was quite the experience. It was Ben's first time ever seeing/swimming in the ocean as well so it was an extra cool trip for us. Not to mention Ole' Sanctus Real rocked it pretty good if I do say so myself. We had a great time playing for all the people on board, I think we all went home feeling like we made a lot of new friends. I'll post some pic's on here for you all to enjoy, there's one of Ben walking into the ocean water for the first time, one of him and Susan posing with some Red Macaws, (did I spell that right?). There's also a cute shot of Ben and I passed out in our state room. Hope you enjoy these and I hope you decide to save you pennies and go on this cruise next year because it's definitely worth it! Be blessed ya'll! Oh, also a quick reminder that the new record, We Need Each Other is in stores everywhere one week from today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-860592394513532324?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/860592394513532324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=860592394513532324' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/860592394513532324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/860592394513532324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/02/thanks-k-love-for-my-familys-first.html' title='Thanks K-LOVE for my family&apos;s first cruise!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6foz_OVG-I/AAAAAAAAABQ/08PLPWN4NAI/s72-c/Susan%26Ben%26Parrots.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-9022213443027830306</id><published>2008-02-03T00:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T08:03:48.432-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Favorite Little Person In The World Is Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6VVp_OVG7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/nnUix8nXCrs/s1600-h/ben+and+thomas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6VVp_OVG7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/nnUix8nXCrs/s200/ben+and+thomas.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5162626727684676530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WEDNESDAY, JANUARY 23, 2008&lt;br /&gt;So yea, about a week ago I was really sick. It hit me like a freight train. I felt great all morning and then at about 2 pm I started feeling a little weak and strange, like I was getting a cold, and then by 4 pm I felt like I was going to drop dead. Fever, cough, running nose, no energy, you name it I had it. The following day I was supposed to drive to Nashville to record some drums for a producer named Mark Townsend. Well by the time I got to Nashville I couldn't even talk because my throat was so sore. Mark and I communicated through sign language and the drums got tracked, I drove home and about two days later felt almost human again. Well I left this weekend to do some SR shows and the day after I leave my wife Susan calls me and she sounds horrible! She totally has what I had, but it's worse for her; she's pregnant and has to take care of a two year while I'm away. She is a super trooper though and pulls it off with style and grace. I get home yesterday at 3 am, we all get up around 9 am &amp; guess what!?! Ben is totally sick now! This is why I'm writing this at 3 am. Ben's been sick all day and he just came into our room with his fever even worse than earlier. We just gave him some children's tylenol to break the fever and I gave him my spot on the bed so he can be near his Mommy. So I'm out on the couch praying that Jesus will heal my favorite little person in the world. If you you happen to read this any time soon, please say a prayer for the Graalman household too, that God would just touch us and make us all better. In this I'm going to attempt my first blog photo. It's a pic of Ben on a happier day playing with his "Thomas The Train" Set we got him for Christmas this year. Hope it makes you smile. He's such an awesome kid, I really pray he feels better tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-9022213443027830306?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/9022213443027830306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=9022213443027830306' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/9022213443027830306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/9022213443027830306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/02/my-favorite-little-person-in-world-is.html' title='My Favorite Little Person In The World Is Sick...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/R6VVp_OVG7I/AAAAAAAAAA4/nnUix8nXCrs/s72-c/ben+and+thomas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-1592985058747179365</id><published>2008-01-05T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T01:04:11.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>love, love love...</title><content type='html'>Love, love, love...that's been my blog page headline since I've started this little thing and now I'm going to tell you why:&lt;br /&gt;The other day I said to the guys in the band that it is a quote of a quote. Being the smarty pants that they all can be at times they said, "So in other words it's a quote?" I responded with, "Whatever". Anyway, it is me quoting Micheal W. Smith quoting Bono. I think it was in CCM or somewhere Smitty was talking about how he got to hang out at the studio with U2 while they were making there last studio album. At some point Bono turned to him and said," I think we're going to call the record How To Dismantle An Atomic Bomb. Do you know how to do that Micheal?" "With love, love, love!" For whatever reason that statement has stuck with me for the past couple years because I feel I've found some profound truth in it. &lt;br /&gt;There are many people in my life who, when I look into their eyes, I feel like I can see the fuse burning and it's just a mattter of time before they are going to explode. I've found more often than not that dousing that fuse with love makes it go out. Many times though I've found that the reason the fuse was lit to begin with was because of my lack of showing love to that person. I'm almost 30 years old and I'm just now figuring stuff like this out. Will I ever be more of a leader and less of a follower? Will I ever not be too shy to express to those around me how I truly feel? Is it possible that I could even get good at showing love? God please help me to do it so that my little world of friends and family doesn't explode on me.&lt;br /&gt;Also that U2 record turned to be really good. You should check it out if you've never heard it before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-1592985058747179365?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/1592985058747179365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=1592985058747179365' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/1592985058747179365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/1592985058747179365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2008/01/love-love-love.html' title='love, love love...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-2090693652130046942</id><published>2007-12-23T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-24T00:30:34.214-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into the mind of a crazy man...</title><content type='html'>So it's like quarter after 11 at night and my wife and son are asleep. Tonight we decided to have a cozy &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cuddly&lt;/span&gt; family movie night that was quite relaxing and enjoyable. It's freezing outside and we've been on the go for the past few days trying to Get Christmas shopping done so having a peaceful evening at home just seemed necessary. We did have a good time last night, it was quite a bit warmer outside so we went to "The Lights Before Christmas" which is one of the "must do's" during the holiday season in Toledo. It's at the Toledo Zoo which is always somewhere in the top ten list of best zoos in the world for those of you who like useless facts. It was a lot of fun but the best part was right before we left. We walked past a section where all the lights were synced up with Christmas music, real energetic stuff like Mannheim Steamroller, and Ben just started dancing and going crazy just running back and forth in front of the lights dancing his little heart out. People were cracking up and literally clapping and cheering for him! He was like a little tap dancer on Broadway or something! What a little ham! Susan and I were crying with laughter, it was one of the funniest things we've ever seen him do.&lt;div&gt;Anyways, back to tonight, we all put on our comfy clothes; pajama's, t-shirts that are too big for us, fuzzy socks, stuff like that. Susan made some pretty amazing Ghirardelli mocha hot chocolate. Then we all snuggled up on the couch together under a big warm blanket and we watched the best Christmas movie ever; Elf with Will Ferrell. Still cracks me up every time! So the movie ended, Ben wanted to cuddle with Mommy a little while longer, so I went in the bathroom and brushed my teeth. I came out and got Ben a small cup of water, told him to drink it up and then it would be time to go to sleep. I tucked him in, we did our usual bedtime ritual which is Daddy sings Jesus Loves Me, Above All Else and Step By Step, then I pray over Ben and hopefully he goes to sleep peacefully after that. Tonight he did, he actually was out before I was done praying. I come out of his room to find Susan totally asleep on the couch. I sit down with my laptop to check my email, my space, and now blog spot and I start writing this blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By now you're probably wondering why I titled this blog "A look into the mind of a crazy man..." well it's just simply because while sitting here typing I had this amazing idea that I could never actually do because it would cause way more trouble than it's worth. But just for your entertainment, imagine this:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have a little digital video recorder called a Flip Vid. It's this cool little hand held video camera that can record up to 30 minutes of video and then it has a USB plug that flips out so you can quickly and easily dump the footage onto your laptop and instantly have Quicktime movies. What if I took that camera and got some video of Ben asleep in his room, then very quietly snuck into the living room to show Susan crashed out on the couch. Then I record myself walking through the kitchen, down into the basement where my extra drum kit is. I set up the camera on the coffee table down there viewing the drums, I then sit down on the kit and blast through a 5 second drum solo frenzy!!! Quickly I jump off the drums, grab the camera and point it up towards the doorway hopefully just in time to catch Susan charging through the door screaming at me, "What the crap are you thinking!?!" (in all honesty that's probably a touch nicer than what would most likely be coming out of her mouth if I did something stupid like that). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, after I apologize for scaring her half to death and making Ben cry, I try to convince her that the footage will make for a hysterical video on my blog and everyone will love it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, like I said, it would definitely be more trouble than it's worth. Susan probably wouldn't talk to me for awhile and Ben might have nightmares after an experience like that so I guess the video will have to remain a mere wild fantasy... for now...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-2090693652130046942?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/2090693652130046942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=2090693652130046942' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/2090693652130046942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/2090693652130046942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2007/12/look-into-mind-of-crazy-man.html' title='A look into the mind of a crazy man...'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4482816496320514537.post-8435432606440604199</id><published>2007-12-22T01:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T01:50:28.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Official!</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is, my first official blog. I'm going to warn you all; I'm horrible with spelling, typing and grammar so these could be painful but bear with me, I promise it will be a fun ride! &lt;div&gt;Well being that this is technically Dec. 22&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;nd&lt;/span&gt; the word of the day is PANIC! Mainly because I don't think I have even half of my Christmas shopping done yet. It never fails, this happens every year and I need to not put myself in this situation next year &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;cuz&lt;/span&gt;' it stresses me out and snags my joy during my favorite time of year and that sucks! Anyway, pray for me that between today and tomorrow I'll manage to pull off getting it done. The toughest part is just knowing what to get people that's not lame and hopefully somewhat original. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyone ever read The Five Love Languages by Gary Chapman? Great book by the way, even if you're not married. In the book it talks about how different people show and receive love. Some people have the love language of giving gifts so that's what they do to show love for someone and then also that usually tends to be the way that they feel loved by someone. If they're given something, they feel very loved and cared for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I think I'm learning something about myself here. I think I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;procrastinate&lt;/span&gt; at Christmas shopping and putting in the time and thought that it really takes to pull it off well not because I don't care about giving good gifts but more because I honestly don't care too much about receiving them. You see for me, when I took the Five Love Languages little test in the back of the book, receiving gifts was last place. So because I'm not one who NEEDS stuff like that done for me to feel like you care about me, I think I tend to forget that to others giving them a really thoughtful, "perfect for them" kind of gift might just mean the world to them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So yea, anyway, I better get to bed so I can think of some thoughtful gifts for the people I love tomorrow so they know that I DO love them and care about them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, if anyone reading this got me a Christmas gift, I will love it and appreciate very much! Don't get the wrong impression here, I do like to get gifts, I'm just saying you can still be my friend even if you didn't get me anything. Alright enough crazy talk, I'm going to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4482816496320514537-8435432606440604199?l=markgraalman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/feeds/8435432606440604199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4482816496320514537&amp;postID=8435432606440604199' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/8435432606440604199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4482816496320514537/posts/default/8435432606440604199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://markgraalman.blogspot.com/2007/12/first-official.html' title='First Official!'/><author><name>Mark</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12601639695395460910</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_T8n-vnwmdQE/S2UU8nf3vJI/AAAAAAAAAMU/Dx6XWALB7Z0/S220/prof+pic.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
