Misspent Youth?

Jesus, we criticize our youth all the time. Castigate them, vilify them, you name it.

But I was just listening to something that I made up and recorded, all by myself, at the tender age of 25. Or this amazing song . . . I don't want to toot my horn, but for a 25-year old on his own, now in the patina of old age, this is fucking BRILLIANT shit. Compared to this American Idol sanitized crap, ya know, I was on to something.

I remember making it. No one else was involved. It was in the Berkeley Hills and I was totally alone. I had my eight-track studio and keyboards and bass and of course, my guitar at the time, but I was still a 25-year-old so-called idiot youth.

Hey, dudes and dudettes, I couldn't do it again today for the life of me. Are you kidding? I must have devoted at least a month to that song alone. For what? you may properly ask.

Well the answer is, for nothing. JUST TO DO IT. Just for my own personal satisfaction in having done it.

Sometimes I can't believe I'm the same person I've always been.

(Best heard on headphones at maximum volume).