Sushi in Southlake sounds like some sort of silly sing song rhyme some kid might sing but I am not a kid and I am not really singing it. It is just a thought flickering through my head, part of an idea about a program to help get my quickly heading towards middle-aged body looking… Continue reading Sometimes You’re “All By Myself”
The Good Times Keep Rolling
A couple of days ago asked where our Walter Cronkite is and told you about how I wrote Layla and Lay, Lady, Lay. Today I got the lab results from my latest visit to the lab and discovered my own alternative facts. I thought I had made some progress but many of my numbers were… Continue reading The Good Times Keep Rolling
Where’s Our Walter Cronkite?
It is pushing 10 in the evening and Clapton is singing about Layla. We’re almost at the section with the piano and I am smiling because it is one of my favorite parts of any song which brings me to my next point. Do you know I wrote Layla? Sure it was released in 1970… Continue reading Where’s Our Walter Cronkite?
The Middle School Love Song Writer
I never figured out how solve a Rubik’s cube, at least not based upon the instructions. You took that cube of many colors and twisted it so that each side went from being a single uniform color to a jumble of colors. The goal was to restore it to uniform color per side by twisting… Continue reading The Middle School Love Song Writer