The Cottage Where Tigers Came Home 🐅🌴

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Back in 2o1O… life was just amazing for me…

At the time, I was serving as the resident director at a Christian men’s drug rehab and discipleship training program down in Bradenton, Florida… in the Tampa Bay area…

It was so rewarding… so awesome… to have a hand in helping guys get off drugs… to watch the transformation take place in their lives… to see hope return where there had once been none…

We also did a lot in the community to help people.

Folks would call my office looking for help. Maybe they needed help moving… maybe an elderly person needed some yard work done… and sometimes it was something completely different. I received those kind of calls often, and through them, I made many friendships.

One day I got a call from an older gentleman named Dan.

He lived alone… his health wasn’t the greatest… and he needed some work done around his property. He wanted to know if there was any way we could help him.

Of course, I told him we could.

So I grabbed a few guys, and we headed out to his place.

Dan lived on Anna Maria Island… in Holmes Beach… and his property sat directly on the Gulf side.

As I pulled up and stepped out of the truck, I was in awe.

It was beautiful.

There were three houses on the property.

One was the main house where Dan lived.

Another was a rental house.

And then there was a little two bedroom cottage… over eighty years old… sitting quietly near the water.

It needed a lot of work.

No one had lived in it for more than ten years…

Dan and I became good friends…

I would often stop by to check on him.

Sometimes I’d pick up some food, and we’d sit out on his back deck… have lunch… talk… and stare out at that blue green water.

It was so vibrant in color that it didn’t even look real.

Dan had lived a lot of life.

He was full of true stories… the kind you can’t make up.

I loved listening.

Every visit felt like opening another chapter of a book.

One day he told me he wanted to start renovating the cottage and renting it out again.

He asked me if I’d be interested in helping.

I agreed.

And over the course of the next year… I spent much of my free time out there on the island working on it…

Most days I’d bring a couple of the guys with me.

Little by little… room by room… we started bringing it back to life.

And finally… one day…

We put the last finishing touches on it.

It was ready to be lived in again.

A few days later, Dan called me.

He asked if I could come by.

Said there was something he wanted to talk to me about.

He knew I was looking for a place to live.

And then he told me something I’ll never forget.

He said he’d love for me to be his neighbor. 😁

A few weeks later…

I relocated myself to 3220 Gulf Drive.

And just like that…

I became about that life…

The Salt Life.

My buddy Nathan lived there with me for a while…

And we made a lot of good memories…

It was just unreal living there…

I had a hammock stretched between two palm trees in my backyard.

I had an enclosed back patio with an incredible view.

I’d sit out there and play my guitar… and watch the sunsets.

At night… I’d lay in bed and fall asleep to the sound of the waves crashing.

I found out the cottage had quite a history…

Back in the 80s and 90s… Dan rented it out to many famous people…

Two of which were the Allman Brothers Band…

And Gunther Gebel Williams… the famous animal trainer from Ringling Bros. Circus.

Gregg Allman… Jaimoe Johanson… and Allen Woody were regulars…

Dan told me many times that he’d have to walk over late at night and tell them to quiet down…

They’d be partying like crazy… drinking… playing music… and making way too much noise. 😂

I always got a kick out of those stories.

But Gunther’s story was just unbelievable…

When he stayed at the cottage… he always brought his friends with him.

And umm…

His friends were tigers. 🐅 🐅

One of them was pregnant…

And she gave birth right there…

In the very place I called home.

So eventually… Gunther ended up finding another place down the street that was better suited for him and his friends…

Probably bigger. 😂

Late one night… Dan received a phone call from an older couple who were on vacation and staying at the cottage.

They told him they thought someone was at the front door trying to break in.

So he went outside to see what was going on…

And to his disbelief…

There was a huge tiger standing at the front door wanting in.

About that time, Gunther came running down the street yelling for his furry friend.

He grabbed him and took him back home.

Later, Gunther told Dan that tigers instinctively want to return to the place where they were born.

So for a while… this became a regular problem.

They’d get loose… wander off… and end up right back at the beach house.

It got to the point that Dan finally told Gunther it had to stop because it was bad for business. 😂

Apparently around that time… there were quite a few reported tiger sightings on the island…

I lived on the island from 2o12 to 2o14…

Then I got married… moved away to a different part of Florida… and never saw Dan again.

Today… all the homes that were on the property have been torn down… and new ones built in their place.

I’m not even sure if Dan is still living.

I’ve been trying to find out here recently…

No luck yet…

I used to have a lot of pictures and videos from my time there.

They were all on my old phone…

Which eventually ended up at the bottom of the sea. 😁

Today… I have nothing to look at from those days…

Just the memories.

it was a time in my life…

That I’ll never forget.

I did find this video from 2o11… a year before I moved to the island 👇 this was the beachfront of the cottage

The new homes
The new homes

The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places… indeed… I have a beautiful inheritance. — Psalm 16:6

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The Window Song

one broken summer… one beautiful moment…

The Summer of 97`
was rough man…

like couldn’t get any worse…
far as the heart goes…


go read my story First Love
and you will get it… 😁


…but now looking back…
it was beautiful…

So I did three things that summer…

went to work…
played my guitar…
hung out with friends…


killing everything with drugs and alcohol…
straight up gunning my life down…


At the time… I was living in a downstairs apartment…
in the burbs of Atlanta…


That summer… I spent many a day and night…
many an hour…


sitting on the edge of my bed…
right in front of an open window…


strumming my strings…
singing my blues away…


learning new songs…
holding fast to old ones…


I had just finished a concert to myself lol…
when I heard a soft hello…


Then I looked… and there —
at my window —

was the beautiful face
that belonged to the voice…


She lived in the neighborhood…
I didn’t know her…


With my guitar still in my hands…
we talked — through the screen —


She was kind… honest…
open…


She told me that for a month…
she would pass by my window…


hoping I would be there…
singing…
playing…


She told me how much she looked forward to it…
how the music helped her…
because she was dealing with much in her life…

She said she would lean against my building…
beside my window…
just out of sight…


listen for a while…
breathe in deep…


she said my feelings —
that I was giving away in those songs —
she recognized them…
as her own…

She said she’d get lost in my songs…
forget things…
for a little while…


I’ve never had a better compliment…


So I told her…


my window… was her window…
my song… was her song…


and she was welcome… anytime…

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…….<~|🜔|~>→🪟→♪♪~…….<~|*|~>→|[]|→~~~♪~ `.°~ @’~~~ that’s what she said…

While writing this I listened to the album Kerosene Hat by Cracker… from 1993…

She was definitely… a hidden gem… from the b-side… 😎`’.,

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Little Grown-Ups…

my life as a Gen X kid…

This song has the “F” word in it… only once… in one line… so you may not want to listen… if it may offend you… 👇

I was born in September of  73`… a Gen X kid…
when I look back now… I realize things…


Yeah maybe I was doing stuff early on that probably could have waited until I was an adult…


but life was different back then…


the world was wider… lighter… rawer… simpler… all at once…


And us kids…


we were all little grown-ups…

From the time I was about eight until I was fourteen…


life couldn’t have been much better…


I grew up in a fairly large community of side by side houses… side by side families…
where everybody knew everybody…
neighbors didn’t just nod — they shared life…
they borrowed sugar…
they brought each other meals…
they sat in yards and talked about real things…
hearts… stories… struggles… faith… loss… laughter…


It wasn’t perfect —
but man… it was real…

My great-grandfather lived with us in those days…


he was one of a kind…


old as dirt… tougher than leather… stubborn as wet cement…


he had lived much…
And he never ran out of stories…


He’d sit outside every day… in this beat up old folding chair…


And half the time.. I’d pull another chair beside him… and just listen…


He was a war veteran — A Purple Heart… other medals he earned through blood and grit…


Infantry…
France…
WW2…


he’d tell me stories of laughing under fire… marching… waiting… freezing… fighting… barely surviving…


And I’d pepper him with a thousand questions… because I couldn’t get enough…

Later.. I found out from my grandmother…
that he had taken many lives in battle…
those stories… he never told…
those belonged to him… and God alone…


What I did see…
was a man who had walked through hell…


And somehow came back kinder…
tougher…


And still able to laugh a little…
And love a lot…


And without making speeches…
without preaching a word…


he was shaping the boy sitting beside him…

In those days…
my parents worked…


so most times I had to fend for myself…


I had a house key… freedom… responsibility…


but there were rules…


Do the right thing when nobody is watching…


Be  about character…
Be about integrity…

Be about it…

Be a decent human being…


And oh yeah…
be home by dark…

On the edge of our community…
the world exploded into a massive forest
deep woods stretching for miles…
thousands of acres…
trees… creeks… hidden lakes… trails… wildlife…


a giant playground for kids who hadn’t yet learned to be afraid of living…


I spent countless days exploring those woods…


fishing…
riding dirt bikes…
shooting guns…


no supervision… no phones… just trust…


Sometimes on Saturdays I’d wake up before the sun…
pack myself a sack lunch and some drinks…
grab my fishing poles and tackle box…
strap it all to the back of my dirt bike…
And disappear into the woods…

All… day… long…


Sometimes friends came along…
sometimes it was just me and the world —
And honestly… those were some of the best days…


Many mornings my great-grandfather would stop me before I left…
hand me his old .22 pistol in a worn leather holster…
And tell me to take it “for protection”…
because us kids needed guns back then haha…
we learned early… how to treat and respect a firearm…
it was a great privilege… responsibility… And it was ours…

I’d strap it to my waist like a cowboy…
fire up that dirt bike…
And ride off into the blue…


Freedom…
Adventure…
Responsibility…
Trust…

A childhood that felt like life training…


And I am grateful… deeply grateful…


Those years shaped me…
they toughened me…
they softened me…
they taught me courage… solitude… resourcefulness… respect… curiosity… wonder… independence…

I didn’t know it then…


but those were Holy days…


And I am thankful I grew up when I did…


in a world… full… of little grown-ups…

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Also… my great-grandfather’s middle name and mine… are the same… Loia… pronounced Loy like Joy…

I forgot to mention my dog… Buck… he was there too… he didn’t live inside a fence… he never knew a leash… he was free to roam… just like me… he followed me everywhere… he loved to swim… while I fished…

© Bryan H. 2025 — All Rights Reserved

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Social Distortion — Hidden Gems from the B-Side (Week 33) 🖤 e̷d̷i̷t̷e̷d̷

🎧 Bakersfield • Can’t Take It With You

Social Distortion’s story is pretty unique. Mike Ness is a unique guy. A lot of his roots are in old country music. He’s also got a solo record where he covers many old country songs.

But when he started the band in 1978, they were full-on punk, rebellious teenagers—completely immersed in that music scene.

Over the years, though, you can see the evolution. The country, rock, and blues slowly made its way into their sound, and it’s just so cool to see them still at it today.

Much respect.

Here are two from the later years.

🎧 Bakersfield

🎧 Can’t Take It With You

From the album Hard Times and Nursery Rhymes 2o11

I’ve also included a recent ½ hour performance from a few months ago for a small audience at a radio station in California promoting their new record, Born to Kill.

Hope you enjoy.

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🎙️ Sunday Songs From the Bathroom #6

Two Covers From Shane & Shane

So whether you believe in God or not… how many of you are going through something today? ✋️

I know I am. Sheeesh… probably the most critical season of my life right now. But I’m staying strong 💪 and trusting in the One who’s brought me this far. 😎

Here are two great songs from Shane & Shane that I recorded about a month ago. I hope you enjoy.

Beg

Yearn

Psalm 143:9–12 (My Version)

Deliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies… I flee unto Thee for refuge to hide me. Teach me to do Thy will, for Thou art my God, Thy Spirit is good. Lead me into the land of uprightness onto level ground because of mine enemies. Quicken me, O Lord, for Jesus Christ’s namesake. Preserve my life. In Thy righteousness bring my soul out of trouble. In Thy steadfast love cut off mine enemies and destroy all them that afflict my soul. For I am Thy servant, Thy friend, Thy child.

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Social Distortion — Hidden Gems from the B-Side (Week 32) 🖤

I Was Wrong 🎧 Don’t Drag Me Down

I believe “I Was Wrong” was the first song I ever heard from Social Distortion—probably around ’96 when it first came out. It was also the first song by them I ever learned on guitar.

I liked the song right away, but I didn’t really get into these guys until the early 2oO0s. Looking back, I wish I’d discovered them sooner.

So here you go… here’s two more for you.

🖤 I Was Wrong
💿 White Light, White Heat, White Trash 1996

🖤 Don’t Drag Me Down
💿 White Light, White Heat, White Trash 1996

I’ve also included a video from Joe Sib. He’s a comedian and former punk rock frontman who’s a great storyteller. In it, he tells the crazy story of one night at a Social Distortion show—a night that involved a car crash and other crazy stuff… with Mike Ness actually coming to his aid and helped his friend get into the show. It’s a great story… you should check it out.

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🎙️Songs From the Bathroom #5

Covers by Pat Green and the band Cracker

For anyone new to my blog…

I started playing guitar in November of 1988. I was 14. I had no intention of learning, but after the tragic death of my best friend, a guitar found its way to me one night and somehow made a way for me—a way to face things.

Music has always been the heart of me.

But a handful of years ago, I arrived at a place inside where it just didn’t matter anymore. Life was hitting me hard. I lost the fire. The desire for it. So I stopped playing completely for over three years and honestly wasn’t sure I’d ever play again.

Then recently, something started bubbling up in me. I could feel it coming back, strong.

So about three or four months ago, I picked it back up, and I honestly feel like that kid again. Maybe even more than before.

Since then, I’ve been playing most every day for a few hours, conditioning my fingers and getting my calluses back. A few people close to me have been asking me to record and share some songs with them, so that’s what I’ve been doing.

I started recording in my room but eventually moved to the bathroom because the acoustics are much better. It’s nothing fancy—just me, my guitar, and a simple app on my phone called Lexis Audio Editor.

As the recordings started piling up, I decided to make it a series. A few people here on WordPress had also been asking me to share, so here we are.

Honestly, these posts are nothing more than me sitting around doing what I normally do. They just happen to be captured this time.

Also, many of these are recorded late at night while others are sleeping. So I try to play and sing loud enough to make it decent without waking the dead. 😁

Pat Green – Texas on my mind

Cracker – Euro-Trash Girl

sometimes you just got to go live it.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson

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🎙️Sunday Songs From the Bathroom #4 e̷d̷i̷t̷e̷d̷

Two Big Daddy Weave Covers

Redeemed

We Want the World to Hear

ᶠᵉᵃᵗᵘʳᵉᵈ ᶦᵐᵃᵍᵉ ᵃᵇᵒᵛᵉ ᶦˢ ᶜᵘˢᵗᵒᵐ ᵒʳᶦᵍᶦⁿᵃˡ ʰᵃⁿᵈ ᵖᵃᶦⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵃʳᵗʷᵒʳᵏ ɴᴏᴛ ʙʏ ᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ… ɪᴛ’ꜱ ᴀʟꜱᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ꜰɪɴɪꜱʜᴇᴅ ᵐᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉ ᶜʰᵃⁿᵍᵉˢ ** ᵇˡᵘᵉ ⁱⁿˢᵗᵉᵃᵈ ᵒᶠ ᵍʳᵉᵉⁿ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵃ ᶠᵉʷ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᵗʰⁱⁿᵍˢ

¿pǝlqnoɹʇ …sǝlqnoɹʇ …ǝlqnoɹʇ

Vivir es dormir… morir es despertar.

Declare His glory among the nations, His marvelous works among all the peoples! — Psalm 96:3

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Outlaw Roots — The Hank Jr. Legacy (Week 22)

I’ve Been Down & I’d Love to Knock the Hell Out of You ♩♪♫

I’ve been kind of bummed out for a few days now… not a whole lot to say. Life will straight show up on you. These next two songs have a 17 year gap between them… and take you to different places. The second song really cracks me up, and I need some laughs tonight.

Because I’ve been down.

♩♪♫ I’ve Been Down 1982

♩♪♫ I’d Love to Knock the Hell Out of You 1999

Hank & Travis Tritt

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🎙️ Songs From the Bathroom #3

Covers from Our Lady Peace & Keith Urban

Hey yall… I was thinking. I’ve got so many recordings from the past few months, and I’m adding to them almost nightly. So for now, I think I’ll do two posts a week. If it gets to be too much, I’ll stop haha.

Anyway… here’s a couple I did recently.

Our Lady Peace – All You Did Was Save My Life

Keith Urban – Raining on Sunday

My nephew and me 2oO6

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Social Distortion — Hidden Gems from the B-Side (Week 31)

Angel’s Wings -♫- Down on the World Again

Mike Ness’s music and style has influenced me greatly over the years… I think maybe that Social Distortion was kind of like the missing link I had been searching myself for musically… it was the edge I was needing. I have two of my favorites for you today…

I can’t tell you how many times I have sat around strumming and singing Angel’s Wings over the years…

Angel’s Wings – Sex, Love and Rock ‘n’ Roll 2oO4 ♫

Down on the World Again – White Light, White Heat, White Trash 1996 ♫

Two songs released eight years apart, from the band’s two consecutive studio albums. Part of that long gap was shaped by the death of longtime guitarist Dennis Danell in 2OoO, a loss that deeply affected the band and delayed their return to the studio.

I also included a cool short interview with Mike Ness from 2o25. After undergoing surgery and treatment for throat cancer, he’s back out on the road doing what he loves. You just can’t stop the guy!

Also they just put out a new album, Born to Kill… in May.

Hope you enjoy.

© 2026 Bryan Loia Hudson. All rights reserved.

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 🎙️ Songs From the Bathroom #2

Covers of Florida Georgia Line & Sister Hazel

So I decided to start this series because I thought it would be fun to share and let yall see what I’ve been up to over the past couple of months.

I started doing these recordings about two months ago. A mix of Christian and secular. During the first month, I was just using the WhatsApp recorder, so the sound quality is pretty rough—very lo-fi—but on some of those I still managed to captured some cool moments.

About a month ago, I downloaded Lexis Audio Editor, and the sound quality is a lot better. This week I have two songs for you… Cruise by Florida Georgia Line and Your Winter by Sister Hazel, which I recorded last night. I also tried singing it in the key of D for the first time.

Anyway, I hope yall enjoy them. Thanks for listening.🎙️

Your Winter – Sister Hazel
Cruise – FGL

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