As my loyal 17 followers know, I am bound to say or do anything on this platform and now I am starting to learn just enough to be dangerous. Starting with my blogpost TODAY, Jan. 11th, I will post a link to one of the songs I have written, recorded, and performed. I will post a new song every week on Mondays. I don’t want to turn this into a music blog, but I love music and it still remains a big part of my life after first picking up a guitar when I was 13.
As previously stated, my modus operandi for my “system” of blogging is this: 1-wake up 2-get stoned 3-start blogging. I would definitely like to hear from you about your thoughts on my songs either here through the blogosphere (is that really a word?—didn’t come up on spellcheck), or through my website marksplayhouse.com Contact page.
I have made the decision to start writing new music and I will be keeping you in the loop through the blog.
So today’s song is basically a theme song of sorts describing me. It is titled Crazy Man.
This is part of a 12-song self-titled album I produced in 2004. I actually received some interest in the song I Wouldn’t Trade You (Freddy Krueger’s Nightmare) from a major A & R exec in Nashville, but alas, another road not taken. That is a story for another day. I will post it next week. I hope you like it.
Speaking of outrageous, I earned my stripes early in this category. On one sunny English day in 1966 (yes, you heard correctly—a sunny day), I found myself in the boutique shops of none other than Carnaby Street in Central London’s Soho district. Home of the hip. I was armed with birthday money and an ambition to be the sixth Beatle. Listen to the outfit I selected from the bottom up: Blue and white leather star-splashed platform shoes from the Peter Max collection, hot pink sox, Charcoal-dust grey pants with hot pink pinstripes, a hot pink leather belt, my shirt was purple with white collar, and sleeves (oh, and hot pink pinstripes, too), You know I had to have a brim: a half-purple-half-pink fedora with a white plume.
Now, I consider myself a fairly enlightened guy (read not a homophobe), so if all that “hot pink” stuff subliminally hints that I was gay, I don’t know. But I think that outfit was about as close as I ever got.