Only the Words of Love Kept Alive Are Worty of Not Being Wasted

Just before finding out if he had Huntington's Chorea, the hereditary nerve disease that killed his father.

Just after converting to Catholicism.

Just in the middle of thinking about where he stood in the cosmic scheme of things.

And wanting to be remembered for more than a novelty record played on daring FM stations every Thanksgiving.


Not the greatest songs in the world.

More than a couple clunkers in the lyrics.

But honest and pure at a time when honesty and purity were being faked and sold by the pound.

Things Was Looking Golden, Baby

There is a place where the clouds come together.

Soft. Billowing. And white.

Or grey. And rainy. And threatening.

Because, as a friend likes to tell me, it all depends how you look at things.

Up, down, all around now baby...

Poster Child for "Not a Morning Person"

Far too early for man or beast....

For the Rest of Our Days

I've always loved this (in demo form) and it's great to hear the full-band version.

This Wonderful (Animated) Thing

Been there. Done that. Posed for the T-shirt.