September morn Do you remember how we danced that night away Two lovers playing scenes from some romantic play September morning still can make me feel this way.

Songs are life in 80 words or less.

I got worries by the ton, getting cancer's only one. Over taxed and alimonied, tired of eating fried baloney.

Acting is a specific discipline. Just because you can sing doesn't mean you have the sensitivities of being an actor.

I was always trying to win the world, but somewhere I lost you.

I don't like all of the music to be serious and deadly.

But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .