Wednesday, August 31, 2016

I am still coming down from Saturday night's show.

Mike Brewer and Tom Shipley have not lost one ounce of talent.

Next year they will be celebrating 50 years together!

The song was so popular Lawrence Welk even covered it.

You can't make this stuff up my friends.

Brewer & Shipley have had quite a career. Vice president Spiro Agnew put them on a FBI watch list for their subversive song. Fast forward to a few years ago. Colorado pays them big $ for a show celebrating pot. Their warm up act was a joint rolling contest. Oh my!

Jonathan Edwards just turned 70.

His voice has got better with age.

What a talent!

Back story on his song Athens County.

A friend sent him a postcard from Italy.

Jonathan wrote the song from the picture.

Yep. Inspiration. It's out there. You just need to look.

One show.

One toke over the line.


I'm buzzin' like a cheap TV.

Got to spend some time with Jonathan and thank him for sending me down the songwriting river without a paddle about 7 years ago.

Haven't looked back.

Good times!

Wednesday, August 24, 2016

Interesting insight.

I agree with Steve.

I disagree with Carrie. I can come up with 999 things before a keeper.



Heading to FPR for the Jonathan Edwards and Brewer & Shipley concert Saturday night.

Need to thank Jonathan personally for starting me on the songwriting journey.

Can't wit for the show!

Love these guys!

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

Interesting back story on Emmylou Harris song Lost His Love On Our Last Date.


I agree.


Need an album cover drawn?

The One Song 
Mark Strand

I prefer to sit all day
like a sack in a chair
and to lie all night
like a stone in my bed.

When food comes
I open my mouth.
When sleep comes
I close my eyes.

My body sings
only one song;
the wind turns
gray in my arms.

Flowers bloom.
Flowers die.
More is less.
I long for more.

I love this; even though I have many interpretations.


"My father was a very disciplined and punctual man; it was a prerequisite for his creativity. There was a time for everything: for work, for talk, for solitude, for rest. No matter what time you get out of bed, go for a walk and then work, he’d say, because the demons hate it when you get out of bed, demons hate fresh air. So when I make up excuses not to work, I hear his voice in my head: Get up, get out, go to your work."

Linn Ullmann on her father, Ingmar Bergman.

I agree with Mr. Bergman.

Tieing my shoes............



Backstory on Hey Jude.

As John and Yoko started living together, not surprisingly divorce proceedings began between John and Cynthia. An interim agreement was reached whereby Cynthia and Julian were allowed to stay at Kenwood while the two respondents took up residence in a Montagu Square flat in central London.

Paul had always enjoyed a close relationship with John's sun Julian, then five years old and, to show his support for mother and child during the breakup, he drove down to Weybridge from his home in St. John's Wood bearing a single red rose. Paul often used driving time to work out new songs and, on this day, with Julian's uncertain future on his mind, he started singing 'Hey Julian' and improvising lyrics on the theme of comfort and reassurance. At some point during the hour-long journey, 'Hey Julian' gave way to 'Hey Jules' and Paul developed the lines 'Hey Jules, don't make it bad, Take a sad song and make it better.' It was only later, when he came to flesh out the lyric, that he changed Jules to Jude, feeling that Jude was a name which sounded stronger.

The song then became less specific. John always felt it was addressed to him and was Paul encouraging him to make the break from the Beatles and build a new future with Yoko. Paul felt that, if anything, it was addressed to himself and the adjustments he knew that he was going to have to make as old bonds were broken and new ones forged. As with so many of Paul's songs, it was the music that drove the lyric, with sound taking precedence over sense.

One line in particular - 'the movement you need is on your shoulder' - was only seen as a temporary filler. When Paul played the song to John on July 26, 1968, he pointed out that this line needed replacing, saying he knew that it sounded as if he was singing about his parrot. "It's probably the best line in the song," said John. "Leave it in. I know what it means."

Julian Lennon grew up knowing the story behind 'Hey Jude' but it wasn't until 1987 that he heard the facts of the composition first-hand from Paul, whom he bumped into while staying at the same hotel at New York. "It was the first time in years that we'd sat down and talked to each other," says Julian. "He told me that he'd been thinking about my circumstances all those years ago, about what I was going through in the future. Paul and I used to hang out a bit - more than dad and I did. Maybe Paul was into kids a bit more at the time. We had a great friendship going and there seem to be far more pictures of me and Paul playing together at that age than there are pictures of me and dad."

It's only fairly recently that Julian has started asking questions about his past. Paul was right to anticipate that he would have a hard time growing up. "I've never really wanted to know the truth about how dad was and how he was with me," Julian admits. "I didn't want to know the truth and so I kept my mouth shut. There was some very negative stuff talked about me - like when he said that I'd come out of a whisky bottle on a Saturday night. Stuff like that. That's tough to deal with. You think, where's the love in that? It was very psychologically damaging and for years that affected me. I used to think, how could he say that about his own bloody son!"

Julian hasn't studied the words of 'Hey Jude' for some time but finds it hard to get away from the song. He'll be in a restaurant when he'll hear it played, or it'll come on the car radio.

"It surprises me whenever I hear it," he says. "It's strange to think someone has written a song about you. It still touches me."

Hey Jude

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

Hey Jude, don't be afraid
You were made to go out and get her
The minute you let her under your skin
Then you begin to make it better

And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain
Don't carry the world upon your shoulders
For well you know that it's a fool who plays it cool
By making his world a little colder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah

Hey Jude, don't let me down
You have found her, now go and get her
Remember to let her into your heart
Then you can start to make it better

So let it out and let it in, hey Jude, begin
You're waiting for someone to perform with
And don't you know that it's just you, hey Jude, you'll do
The movement you need is on your shoulder
Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah nah yeah

Hey Jude, don't make it bad
Take a sad song and make it better
Remember to let her under your skin
Then you'll begin to make it
Better better better better better better, oh

Nah nah nah nah nah nah, nah nah nah, hey Jude

Thursday, August 11, 2016

Some cool changes to the home page.

Working on a laundry list of things.

Almost ready to send to my ones and zeros guy.

I'm excited!


Ester Dean is a modern hit songwriter with a maverick imagination.

Interesting interview.

Now you all know I read Cosmo!

Check out Crazy Youngsters.


Leonard Cohen is one of my heros.


Tomatoes on Interstate 5 
Albert Garcia

Trucks roll down I-5, trailers full
of tomatoes. Almost always
they’ll spill a few as they round a corner,

hard, small fruit
bouncing over asphalt,
a bright scattering of red

on the road’s shoulder
of star thistle and tarweed.
Maybe you left the house

angry over an argument with your wife,
words in the air
like a whining fan belt. Maybe

you’re headed down the freeway
because it’s the fastest way out
of town and you’re suddenly sick

of the same streets and just have to drive
to something new. You’re in your car,
mind dulled by the flatness of rice fields,

their green monotony, when somewhere
in your vision’s periphery a pheasant
coasts over the road

almost hitting the big rig in front of you.
The trucker taps his breaks
and it happens: spilling, filling your view,

tomatoes bouncing around your car
in a flash of color so sudden
you wonder if this is real

or if it’s something else that’s made
your pulse quicken, your grip
tighten on the wheel. In the rearview

you see them roll onto the shoulder’s
hot gravel, and you can’t help it—
you keep glancing in the mirror,

feeling lucky, wanting to say something
though no one is sitting
beside you, and you drive

until the small red dots are gone
and the road bends
into the dreary gray grove of olives.


About time!


Lori writes hits after she sends the kids off to school.


At the Sunny Ridge Retirement Center 
Peg Bresnahan

During Harriet’s memorial service,
Frances leaned, put her head
on my shoulder and died—quietly

as if she didn’t want to interrupt
Harriet’s program.
The minister didn’t see us,

no one knew except me. At the piano,
Mary played the introduction
to Going Home. Everyone thumbed

their hymnals for page two hundred forty-three.
I didn’t know what to do, since Frances
still looked like Frances, only not quite

and she was ninety-five. I put my arm
around her so she wouldn’t fall
and waited for someone to notice.

Through the French doors
finches squabbled at the bird feeder.
The squirrel we call Rocky

contemplated his next move.
A laundry truck rolled by.
I looked down at Frances’ navy blue crocs,

the ones she claimed felt so much
like bedroom slippers
she could wear them anywhere.

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

Stormy Wednesday morning.

Power surges on and off.

Tomorrow will be clear.

The best way to predict the future is to create it.

See you tomorrow!

Wednesday, August 3, 2016

Spur of the moment. 

Just go with it.

Yeah, why not.

Sounds like a good time.

Verlon Thompson, who you journal followers know is a superstar songwriter, guitar player, performer and most of all a genuine 100% good person. If for some reason you don't know him, go to the home page and listen to his songs and click on the link to his site. You will not be wasting your time. Anyway, Wednesday afternoon Verlon e-mailed a new song for me to post and then mentioned that his weekend would be laid back because he only had 3 students in his songwriting class at Fur Peace Ranch. I mentioned to my wife Peggy how wonderful it would be to go a few hundred times in an hour or so and she said get out of here and go have fun!


  Walt Sample, Denise Ridgway, Verlon Thompson, Ellie Kohler, Keith Parker

Spent 4 days in heaven. 

Still pinching myself. 

I am lucky man.

 Ellie and Denise.
 Verlon watching Keith act like King Kong.
 Never said we didn't get scolded.  Songwriting is a tough business.
 Verlon checking Denise's homework.
She passed. A+. 
 Verlon played baritone guitar and Keith added high guitar harmony while I      played cowboy chords and sang my song My Life Is In Your Hands.
Ellie killing it.
Happy John. Don't worry be happy!

The class wrote a song Saturday morning. 

I am biased of course but, it kicks butt!

Verlon is sprinkling magic dust on it and I will post soon.

More later!