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Land
of No Mondays
This song took
shape last year on a trip to Belize. I could not keep track of the days,
which is a good thing. I think living is easier when it doesn't matter
which day it is.
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What
a Party
A friend and I met some people who took
us to a private and somewhat secret spot called the Hideout Club. It
was a party sanctuary for a crazy group of people who were not afraid
to push the envelope. We were probably nuts for taking up with a group
of demented strangers. We managed to escape, before we became the lead
story on the evening news. For this song I changed the setting to a
cool spot called the Split, which is on Caye Caulker in Belize.
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The
Island Band
I got the idea for this
song while on a fishing trip to the north end of Ambergris Caye. There
was a deserted shack on the beach miles from anything, and I thought
it would be a great spot for a bar. I conjured up a house band made
up of local fishermen who fished by day and played music by night. If
only I could find some of the bars that exist
in my mind.
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Maybe
Mexico
This
Jerry Jeff Walker song has been a favorite of mine since I found it
on an album back in the early 80's.
It captured the way I felt at the time.
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Drinking
Song #46
I thought I needed a drinking song. Occasionally you meet someone who
defies convention and you wish you could live like that. Alex Leist
told me that the only way you can drink all day is to start early in
the morning. I saw the billboards in North Carolina on I-95 south around
mile marker 73.
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To
See Her Now
I knew someone who dealt with a bad breakup
by leaving town and never coming back. Much to the amazement of the
girl, he literally turned his back, walked away and never laid eyes
on her again. This is his story.
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Guarding
The Yucatan
Sharon
and I were spending a few days on Isla Mujeres, an island off the coast
of Mexico. We were entrenched on the beach: drinking mojitos, snacking
on ceviche, and catching some rays. Life was good. Sharon left to go
to the gift shop and asked if I wanted to go. I said, "No, I'll
just stay here and guard the Yucatan." The next thing I know, I'm
making up this song. This songwriting business is pretty simple, isn't
it?
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Victim
of Life's Circumstances
I
first heard this song performed by a band called Salt Creek at Chuck's
on Bourbon Street in New Orleans. This was in the late 70's when disco
was king, and Chuck's was my hang out and escape from the dance side
of town. On a recent trip to New Orleans I stumbled across two of the
members of the band playing in a small bar on Bourbon. It brought back
a lot of good memories, so I decided to record this song.
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Tragic
Cajun Love Song
I
thought I would do something that I seldom do: write a love song. Then
I thought, why not go the distance and write a love song that is tragic
like "Last Kiss." You see, I'm trying to stretch as a songwriter.
Put this tragic love story in a semi-exotic culture that few people
understand, and you have a deadly combination.
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Oh
Montana
I
saw an attractive, well-kept woman with a suitcase standing on the side
of the Tamiami Trail near the Ochopee post office. She was not your
typical hitchhiker, and this was in the Everglades miles away from anything.
I didn't pick her up to learn her story, so I made up my own version.
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It
Ain't Easy
I
wrote this song when I was about 20 years old. On one level it is just
a simple little ditty. On another level it is really about misperceptions,
stereotypes, fairness, tolerance, physics, horticulture, awareness, meteorology,
perspective, expectations, self-fulfillment, communication, behavior modification,
self-actualization, and to a lesser extent, thermodynamics. But mostly
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