I already told you how reggae took over my musical life when I was 22, so NOW what do I write about? Oh! How about how mantras found their way to me? Good idea!
Love Me Do. What a song title! Who thinks of that??? Brilliant. And really, it’s humanity’s universal outcry. What? Less commentary? Fine! Back to music.
There’s no way The Beatles wouldn’t be my biggest influence. Paul taught me melody…
When I first sang Father and Son in clubs as a young man, I’m sure I was only hearing one half of the story — the son’s. The restless energy, the urge to step out into life, the feeling of…
Hey hey — a new single! Wait… or is it an old single??? Whatever.
Back in college, Father and Son by Cat Stevens (Yusuf Islam) was the top request at just about every acoustic gig I played. Coffeehouse, wine-and-cheese cellar…
In the ‘80s, the renowned songwriter, Diane Warren, did a critique of my lyrics. While some of the input was flattering and generally positive, she highlighted a core deficiency in my writing: filler and fluff. …
Exactly what was it about days of the week that so enchanted people in the 1960s? Put the day in a song and it was a hit? Or were these just great songs.