Songs from the Attic
I write songs every twenty years or so (give or take a few years). It's like a renaissance that occurs every two decades. The next one is due when I'm eighty, if, Lord-willing, I'm still around. Last week a friend said, "I've been singing your song 'Spring Rain'. I can't get it out of my head." It's a song I wrote when I was twenty years old. I said, "Wow. I remember the song, but I'm not sure I could recall the melody..." A few minutes later I got a text with an mp3 attachment. It was my friend singing an a cappella version of the song. How thoughtful! In my upstairs office, I have a binder filled with songs -- a whack of tunes from the early eighties. But then life -- marriage, kids, career, mortgage, (no dog) -- happened and music took a backseat for around twenty years. Until two friends tapped me on the shoulder and said, "Hey Rocco, would you like to do Sunday school music with us? Play some guitar and sing songs for t...