I Wrote a Song One Day

A song is written from an experience. I considered myself a contented back up artist looking for the harmony note. I bow to the greats. But one day I wondered if I could write a song myself, a song of my own instead of being happy to sing a song another had written. I didn’t know how to find my own song. Then one day I had a love affair. Then I knew. This must be a heartache I thought. I have to get this pain out of me and put it on some paper and it does help.

The song “Who” I wrote in 91. I wrote a bunch but only got 11 down on a tape which a good friend turned into a CD for me. I put my tape on a shelf gathering dust for years then one day hauled it out and sent it my friend who was making me a website for a book I was writing. I asked him if he thought I should put up a song as well on my website, thinking probably not. We were going to put Enya up there. Since then I have grown to love Enya so much. I want to sing just like her. To make a long story short my friend gave me the confidence to go ahead and put up a song or two on my website. I really thought I would be laughed at and not taken seriously if I did.

What I did was listen to my own music through Bob’s ears, the friend I told you about. I put my own ears down and picked his up. I started to like myself because of him. God bless him. What would we do without friends? Speaking of looking through a friend’s eyes and seeing my reflection there, I’m an avid astral traveler and so is Bob. I actually met him in outer space and darn near knocked him over as I flew to him. My Friend’s name is Bob. He’s got a Myspace and it was his idea to set myself up there; I’ve been following his advice a couple of years now and he’s never wrong. Also Bob will write his own book and publish it shortly regarding some paranormal events.

So, Who is gonna listen to you? Friends of course. Here’s how that song happened.

Ron was the ultimate male enigma for me. I do believe men are from Mars after meeting Ron. He was a warrior spirit. He didn’t know a lot about women. If I saw him again I’d tell him, honey, you don’t need to conquer Venus, you let her surrender.