One day curiosity got me. Guitar in hand I rifled through the scattered papers on the coffee table earnestly playing one song, then another and another and so on. Finally, I looked up surveying my audience of two with a quizzical look. They nodded, so we agreed there was something there.
In time we got this thing hopping about a little, but the aim was to make it fly and with some trickery and coercion we constructed wings for it to soar …and for me it did. I have found that investing in the good opinion of others can be a perilous business so I don’t. Be your own judge.
My songs are both a part of me and apart from me. The facts that inspired the creation have been known to lurk about like a sulky cousin but the nature of this work requires embellishment, invention and manipulation. Facts are merely primary colors on a palette. The truth, if there is any, is in the painting – facts be damned.
All to say that within this deception I hope you find some truth and a few decent melodies.
Tolin