Thursday, July 20, 2023

Remembering that I was once a musician . . .

My music from what feels like another lifetime. It doesn't sound half bad after surviving a pandemic and the general chaos of life. Hope you enjoy, and thanks for listening. And, who would I be if I didn't plug my stuff on itunes


I wrote this one in my garage, probably on a summer day much like this. The general song was there, the riff, and some of the lyrics. The song is based on the somewhat simplistic idea that you can move to a new state and change your entire life--I've always lived close to the border of Kansas and Missouri (had to drive to the latter to get beer on Sunday). Beer is one thing, what about your whole life? It's one of those fascinations of not only societal change, but earth and landscape going from dry flat prairie to lush, hilly lakes and a bunch of small towns hidden amongst in the woods. Have you ever seen the pan handle strip of the northwest area of OK? That is strangely fascinates me as well . . . to live in a desolated strip of America wedged between everywhere else. It feels like another world. 

Kansas City is a tough place to live, on both sides, and I kept getting an image of a young man with only a few possessions stepping on a bus that leads to another life. Then came the other stories . . . Thanks again for listening. 




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