Never Say Never Again

I was told it was a great James Bond movie, but all I seem to remember about that film was Kim Basinger.

When I stopped playing in my last band some fifteen years ago, I said never, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, ever, again am I going to get into a band. I hated having five voices, five wannabe arrangers, five, wannabe sound men, you get the picture.

I started chatting with this dude I met on FB on a site of “musicians seeking musicians,” and we jammed last Saturday.

We hit it off and we have a bass player (fingers crossed) that seems simpatico with the music we are wanting to play.

Rock.

I have written our first two songs and I will post the groups’ progress from start to finish. I am really hoping this Paul is legit so that we can go about getting a drummer, the last piece.

Once we get a webpage, I will be sure to ask you to check us out.

I am so stoked to be fronting a rock group at the tender young age of sixty-eight.

I have never understood the “upside” of growing up.

This is the first song I wrote for the as yet unnamed band.

It’s called Baby I Love You.

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Baby I Love You

You’re kind

Like I used to be

You’re honest

Like I wannabe

You’re patient

Like I’ll never be

You’re the only thing that keeps me alive

The only thing I need to survive

Baby I Love You

Baby I Love You

You saved me

From myself

You loved me

In spite of all else

You touched me

With a heat I’ve never felt

You’re the only thing that keeps me alive

The only thing I need to survive

Baby I Love You

Baby I Love You

You gave me

 All that you are

I joined you

On a trip to the stars

My hunger

Was fed from your soul

You’re the only thing that keeps me alive

The only thing I need to survive

Baby I Love You

Baby I Love You

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I am usually the harshest critic of the songs I have written, but I feel good about this one. I hope to share it with you soon.

Hopefully, we can come up with a vid of our session on Saturday.

Don’t be surprised if I don’t enlist your help in naming my last band.

I’m stoked for practice.

I would like to go to my prosthetist’s office and see if they could fit me with a mirror-thingy (I’m sure that’s not the proper medical terminology) which would make my left leg appear to totally disappear.

Guess you can teach an old dogg new tricks.

Stay well.