Recently, while pandemic-puttering around my house, I came across a record album and cassette of songs I wrote, performed, and recorded in the 1970s and early 80s.
I was a professional musician then, mostly a singer-songwriter-guitarist; also a rock band leader, hand drummer, studio musician, and, for a few months, a singing, drawling, guitar-slinging prospector — a part I played in a movie out West, with a burro as companion.
That was long ago. I was in my 20s and 30s, in a time and circumstances different from today's. But the songs have life in them for the here-and-now — including, I hope, for you.
If you’d like to listen, click here or above.