A Year of Songs

Matthew 19:24 I shoulda been a preacher. I've got it in me. Not the good kind of preacher, who is

counting the holes in the ceiling tile analyze the sex, index and file measure the angle of the afternoon sun

Written in the summer of 1983... I was looking for something to shore up the romantic end of my song

Sometimes guys like me get an idea that seems so surpassingly absurd, so enticingly what I believe on

For a long time now, I've had a couple of extended works in mind. One of them I've mentioned before:

So you're sitting in your favorite dimly lit cockail lounge in a strip mall not far from where you live

Can you say recurring theme? OK... can you say self-plagiarism? I thought you could. Anyhow, this intentionally vague bit of

I wrote this riding my motorcycle home one lunch hour in 1980. Compton to the southern tip of Long Beach

Not quite written on a bet, this song was an 'assignment' in a songwriter's workshop some pals and I had

When I was writing this and when I originally recorded it, it was called "Poland" because I was so impressed