60 Seconds of TPUSA Presents: The ALL-AMERICAN HALFTIME SHOW
There’s a book that’s sittin’ in your house somewhere that could use some dustin’ off…
There’s a book that’s sittin’ in your house somewhere that could use some dustin’ off…
Two weeks ago I wrote a piece on TSO that started the way you see in the following paragraph. Today I try to put into words, coming Back to Peace, as it relates to my two-plus decade relationship with the band, their music, and their fans.
Recently, I was asked by a number of people, if I would be writing anything about seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO) again this year. The odd thing is that while I was sitting in the balcony watching the show, I was thinking that it was time to write about and share more of my TSO experience.

I was asked recently, by a number of people, if I would be writing anything about seeing Trans-Siberian Orchestra (TSO) again this year. The odd thing is that while I was sitting in the balcony watching the show, I was thinking that it was time to write about and share more of my TSO experience.

Thank you Coach Slocum, not just for the 16 years. But for the joys, the celebrations, and maybe even a few tears.
Undaunted by adversity, and what others may deem; you were fair and honest. Years weren’t about you, but rather, the team.
Your teams exceeded predictions and set records, the wins they did amass. But nobody can take away your 16 seasons of exuding class.
The program must carry on, but it, I, will miss you. And this winter when I’m in the booth, I hope you’ll be on a beach, with a view.
I know that you would be the last one to do what I am about to do, but this one, Ben, this one is all about you.
So, spring of ’23 and I roll out some words in this rhyme, a Thank You Coach Slocum, words and numbers one last time.
“O night when Christ was born”. The ultimate reason for celebration. “Truly He taught us to love one another, His law is love and His gospel is peace”. God sent His own Son to pay the price, in full, for our sins. The greatest gift.
December 1999. I hear a Christmas song like no other on WAAF, 107.3 out of Boston. I call the station to find out what the song was and who played it. It’s Trans-Siberian Orchestra, and the song is Christmas Eve Sarajevo 12/24. I have been hooked ever since.
I am a poor boy too. I have no gift to bring. That is fit to give our King. So, I will do my best for Him. Oh, to get a smile from the King, now that would be a thing. Lord, at thy birth. Reverence, respect. So, to honor Him. That is how I see the Little Drummer Boy.