Since we are approaching the first full week of college football, I will post my music through the weekend.
I wrote this song as an autobiographical dig at my crazy-ass self; a period of my existence that lasted way longer than it should have and I’m sure my behavior would have been different if I did not find myself dealing cocaine in Las Vegas in the 80’s.
What was I supposed to do?
I was young, had a great-paying chef position in a major hotel-casino, was dealing cocaine, making six figures on top of my job, and surrounded by hot women from ages 20 to 60. On top of that, my office had a fully-stocked bar and I was comped everywhere I went; I couldn’t spend my own money.
I’m a Chef so believe me when I say:
Absolute worst recipe ever.
I wrote this song because this one particular redheaded baccarat dealer at the Riviera who I carried on a four-year on-again, off-again affair with, used to shout out “Crazy Man!” whenever I approached her table.
Stamp it from the year 1981. I wrote it while playing a game of Acey-Deucey Cribbage on purple mescaline.
The things we do for women.
Here is Crazy Man.
A love song, speaking of the things we do for women. I wrote this song in 1976 watching a New Mexico sunset from a balloon above Mount Sandia. I wrote it the day before I had decided to break up with this one girl and she actually was snooping around my condo and found it. One of the reasons I gave her das boot.
Oops!
Here is I Don’t Wanna Lose.
Now, we move ahead to the year 1998 and I am in Lebanon, TN at “Cracker Barrel U,” the management training facility located in a sleepy little town forty miles east of Nashville. As part our training, we spent time in many different Cracker Barrels, requiring a lot of mileage. On these trips I got a melody and a couple of lyrics started to fall into place, and the result is High Time I Left a Low-life Like You.
Let me know…
Stay well.
