MOTEL BREAKFAST - OUT NOW!
Coffee rings on a yellow legal pad. A Martin D-28 leaning on a chair. Pacing, words and phrases tumbling, waiting for the right ones to fall into place. Minutes. Hours. Days. Weeks. On a few occasions, years. Sometimes words on paper never find a melody, passed over, crumpled in a waste basket. Sometimes finished songs never find an audience. Good ones sung over and over, like that song on the record that rarely makes it past the first 30 seconds before you start it over. When a song does reach an audience, and someone reaches back, I am instantly reminded of why I started down this road in the first place.