Apart from the fan & commodity aspects of our required solvency state, songwriting is so

personal.  Good or bunk to anyone, that’s a roll of the bones. ..But hey, a sappy love song

in these our disparaged & over-inundated decades (like them or not) iz of the truest things

a man had to say to a woman, or visa-versa.  & so who gives a changeling chit if it can be

disapproved of by way of a cool brush of a hand holding court with an informal crump of

steel wool and the sturdy rationale of a mostly considerate being who’s seen pretty-much

it all (as the majority have on digi-planet earth) yet continue, interested enough, 2carry on

turning over rocks in a search for little gems in the mud. Not sure my point, exactly ~ it’s

been a long day (yeah we all have them), but I suppose I’ve always had this deeprofound

admiration for anybody’s aptitude to compose a good meaningful ditty   with a beginning,

a middle, and an end, and put it to good use … from those lone wee hours where notions

go from desire to transpire … to the place where others can opt to take an interest or just

let it slide aloofly by ~ while the bodachs glut on sorrows galore and the people make trax

(just for the yellovit....) who feels like posting a photo of their favorite ax?