A youthfully optimistic song in which the mood acknowledges difficulties and obstacles but insists that determination and good spirits will ultimately overcome any problems and lead to the promised land of whatever goal you’re after.  Poppycock.

I believe this is the only love song I ever wrote. I loathe love songs, with a few exceptions. I’m more interested in quirky ideas and odd perspectives. I suppose, “She Thinks My Tractor’s Sexy” is my ideal of a love song, or maybe “Lola.” Who the hell likes both of those? Well, this one’s all schmaltzy and innocent and young (I was only about 18 and naive as a newborn when I wrote it – one of those shy introspective kids who led a sheltered life but tried hard to be all cool and “with it” but hadn’t a clue what that was. As Ziggy once put it, “Every time I figure out where it’s at, somebody moves it.” Oh, and Judy? She was a real person, but after all these years I can’t recall if I knew her or just saw her. Where did I encounter her? Did I ever told her about the song? All I have is an image of her face and nothing more, but I have no idea if that is how she actually looked or how she looks in my memory: just another one of those teenage crushes that all blend in together as an extended multi-year case of puppy love, the details lost in the mists of innocence.

A second stab at my composition, “Complications”. This one is a bit faster and cleaner, with the energy ratcheted up a notch.

This one reminds me of being stoned in a back alley off Times Square (not that I ever was, mind you). On the one hand, senses are dulled and life has slipped into slow motion. On the other hand, some overly energized tourist passes by from time to time and disrupts the whole thing with a momentary flurry of frenzy, only to slip back again in to same numbed ocean-wave undulations.

A simple but interesting downward musical progression that reminds me of the “Slinky” toy spilling down a flight of stairs. From the 1970s

This is just a light-hearted fragment of a melody that popped in my head. I jotted it down in this recording and at the end, just let the last chord hang. Not quite sure what it meant, but it felt odd, like happiness sustained too long until it sours and becomes a bit uncomfortable. There is a litany in the Disney cartoon TV series, “Duck Tales” that sums it up nicely:

We’re happy, we’re happy,
we’re very very happy.
You cannot run from happy.
There’s no escape from happy!

When I wrote this I was at that point in being a teenager where you begin to realize that all the things you wanted to do when you grew up aren’t going to be just handed to you – in fact, unless you are really lucky, you are going to have to claw and scrape your way to any of those things. Kind of depressing. And yet, at that age you haven’t become jaded or cynical. So while you aren’t looking forward to the effort and it does cast a pall over your dreams, you also believe in your ability, and that if you just believe hard enough and keep working you’ll get there. Still, there is a suspicion that may not be true and that life may have other plans for you. And so, this song begins with some minor key progressions that end in hopeful major key, then drop off the crest into another trough of depression. I particularly like the highly unusual ending chord as it was designed to have both major and minor key influences swirling around in the harmonics so you are not quite sure if it is a happy or sad ending (just as I felt when I wrote it).

I think the title nearly says it all. I had stumbled upon this chord while tooling around with my guitar and it was so “out there” I had to jot it down before I forgot it. Not a song really, just a reference for the chord and a standard blues progression, but I can’t help picturing a scene with swarming rats, all bouncing around on springs as if that is their normal mode of transportation.

This recording starts with the last couple of bars from another song that somehow got on the head of the tape. Then it follows an improv based on the chording from another song of mine. It’s just a pleasant little session with no higher aspirations.

This one struck me as having an “imperative” edge – kind of a positive (though serious) drive toward something. I jotted down that part of it, but it really had nowhere to go so about halfway through it degrades into some rather unmemorable improvisations.