My Back Pages
Some days, I’d swear I’m still that free spirited, 20-ish college student sporting moccasins with holes in the soles, pacing the streets of Kalamazoo, hair halfway to my butt, with the warm sun streaming across my face. …
Tag: Growing Up
This Is My Job
It sucks to feel that I can’t “be myself,” to say and do what I really believe. If only I were unafraid of losing my job and being broke again. …
Round peg, square hole
I often feel like an alien. Like I don’t belong. See through everything with X-ray vision. Need to keep a low profile. Can’t afford to be busted. …
Who Am I?
Music is in my head. It’s in my DNA. I channel music from somewhere in the Universe every day. But if I’m separate from the music, then who am I? …
If you can remember the 1960’s…
In Detroit, in the 1960’s and ’70’s, we grew up immersed in music. It was a magical time to be alive. …
Music in the Soul
I believe there’s a reason my songs are out there, just as we’re both here right now. Thank you for that, by the way. It wouldn’t be the same without you! …