It was a rainy Saturday in the early summer of 1981. I was sitting on a wooden chair at the
T his is my latest finished song. Recently, I saw a bumper sticker with big, bold letters on a patriotic
This song has always escaped my grasp in the past and this time is no exception. Let's call this recorded
This recording of this song aspires to what I believe the music press likes to call "amiable sloppiness." I thought
      A s this first entry is being posted, the sun will be crossing the celestial equator. Today,
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