One Hour With Lance Diamond

On WGRZ CH. 2 HERE

LIVE AUDIO ---> HERE

 © Rose Salley Artists United for Human Rights

 

Entertainer and Showman, the Incredible Mr. Lance Diamond is a legend. 

There aren't many entertainers that can boast of fans from more than one generation. People remember Lance from shows at the Executive in the mid 1970's. Today's generation recall him as the guest vocalist with the Goo Goo Dolls. 

All generations have seen him perform and considered him the best dressed and the hardest working showman in Buffalo Music.

Lance had one thing on his mind and that is to entertain beyond the best of his ability performing in the 70's with the New Breed. During the 70's and 80's he traveled across the U.S. and Canada. He traveled to Japan with Isaac as The Lance Diamond Show. 

During this time he opened for such national artists as James Brown, The Righteous Brothers and many others.
 
Mr. Diamond came to the attention of a new generation when he recorded with the Goo Goo Dolls on Down on the Corner and Never Take the Place of Your Man for Metal Blade, Warner Brother Records. 

In 1995, Lance was featured on MTV with the Goo Goo Dolls to raise AIDS Awareness for the No Alternative Album, along with Soul Asylum and the Red Hot Chili Peppers, performing the Rolling Stone's classic, Bitch. Lance recorded his own CD's, Gold and A Lance Diamond Christmas.

His shows were highly charged, non-stop motion. His golden voice and platinum wardrobe won him a devoted following of which he so lovingly referred to as his family. People traveled from miles to be taken in by the warmth and the style of a legend. 

Lance entertained in every major club in the Western New York area and toured the world with the USO entertaining troops. 

He was a constant featured artist at Buffalo's Thursday at the Square, the New Years Eve Ball Drop, Taste of Buffalo, Mash Bash and numerous mainstream events.

Featured in Time Warner commercials with a national appearance on A&E's (Arts & Entertainment Television) show Confessions of a Matchmaker, in addition, Lance had a #1 radio show on WJYE 96.1 FM. 

Lance received the Al Tinney Award for Outstanding Career Achievement, Top Male Vocalist, Radio Personality of the Year, Entertainer of the Year, The Legends Award, is inducted in the Buffalo Music Hall of Fame, and the City of Buffalo named November 23 as Lance Diamond Day.

I am honored to have known Lance and to be able to refer to him as my friend and my brother. God Bless You, you will be missed by the world. 

 Kids Escaping Drugs Christmas Benefit Show 

© Data Copyright The Lance Diamond Show  

The Human Soul Is Resilient

You know, you go through life dodging all kinds of bullets:  emotional, mental, physical and spiritual ones; with immense ease and one day the wiring so delicately constructed in the brain, well something tends to just snap. I do not mean break but kind of . . . loosen a bit. 

If you happen to notice this occur, that is a good thing. You can keep yourself in check. It does not seem to lessen that weight you feel on your back like the Great Wall of China, every damn brick, bringing you down into the dirt until you are on your knees, praying, to Gods you never met.

Some days you just punch through the clouds man, I mean nothing can stop you. Truly horrible things can occur and you deal with life with skill, like a pro, because you are a pro.

The days when every fiber inside of you is taut as a guitar string, those are the days you have to watch out for.

It makes me wonder what causes one to truly lose it.

Some turn to God, some to alcohol, drugs, sex, some people retreat further into themselves or project their entire lives onto others. 

A lot of people jump from person to person thinking that is going to make them better but in reality, it makes things worse. I mean you have to love you and no matter what horrid issue you are dealing with, it is temporary, it will pass.

The human soul is resilient.

I think back in my life when severely tragic things occurred, you know, life shattering moments when all the blood drained from my body and the bones in my skull just blew right apart from the sheer impact of the crash and burn.

It is in these memories I find solace. Somehow I got through the worst times in my life. 

I mean, the past doesn't make the present any easier to deal with but it helps me to remember that I am strong, I am a survivor and nothing, I mean nothing . . . 

Can.
Ever.
Break.
Me.

Not for good.

It is in times such as these, I think about the sun . . .

Gallagher Beach, Buffalo, NY 

© Susan Marie

A Thousand Words [Urban Blues Remix] Susan Marie & Nikki Richards

This is a remix of my spokenword and the passionate guitar of Nikki Richards in New York City. He was kind enough to collaborate with me, adding music to my words. 

i can write
one million poems
describing
the sweet breath
of breeze
like peaches in summertime
how they cool your brow and palette
on a day
that is sweltering,
simultaneous

or how the speech
of our forefathers
can never suffice
to explain the thoughts
that explode inside my brain
like atoms, splitting
supernovas in space
constellations ablaze
neurons sounding
and resounding
across synapses
like trapeze artists
on tripwires

and i can write
of the speech of animals
foreign to the human sense of sound
and how only they comprehend,
truly,
what they say
to one another

and i can even write of God and the heavens
the beauty of the skies at dawn and sunset
colors yet undiscovered
painted
for us all,
daily

i can write of it all
a thousand words
describing everything

yet not one word
or poem
can ever compare
to the softness of your gaze
like the canvas of the morning tide
or your silent roar
not unlike that of the mighty lion
or precisely how your spirit connects
to my very own

i can write of it all
mere words
i can write
one million poems

and not one can ever truly describe

you

but i can try


 

Please check out Nikki's work here:  https://soundcloud.com/nikki-richards-2

© Words by Susan Marie 
© Music by Nikki Richards 

confetti

 

when i was a child
my sisters used to tell me tales
of princes and kings
and dragons slain

of gold and silver
and queens and crowns
of fairies and forests
and elves and trees

and of mystical kingdoms

and glories of conquests

and of love found and lost

and gained

again

and of pain and heartbreak

dark hearts of madness

evil men and women

that shook their angry fists

at the coming of a pure dawn

and raged

against the deep velvet coat of night

and
everyone
was
always

so

utterly
happy

eventually

and my eyelashes used to flutter

like the wings of birds in flight

resting, finally

in eternal silence

like the princesses in the tales told

awaiting a kiss of a lover

awaiting her throne

awaiting her death

awaiting her birth

awaiting the day

when she

will truly

be free

from eternal 

waiting

woman

always

waiting

for whom?

waiting

for what?

waiting

why? 

the answer eluded me then

as words waltzed crescendos

across my subconscious self

curling like smoke rings

holding hands with each other

letters forming words

creating sentences

one day to be recalled

and written

Oh, such sweet innocence!

like the first snowfall

in slow motion freeze frame

landing upon the grass, still green

Autumn barely gone

and all the little children
standing outside

mouths wide open

chins tilted towards the sky

cerulean

catching snowflakes

in awe
of the wonder and divinity

of Mother Nature

pure

like the chalk lines freshly sketched
around your body
lying face down
in a pool of my

heart
broken

lying tattered and torn

shredded
like confetti

on New Year’s Eve.