Forgotten, But Never Forgotten

I have a pile of songs in waiting. They sit there in a little green room, hoping that one day I’ll record them during my regular Thursday morning recording sessions for my once a month releases.

”Pick me. Pick me”.

If a song is still around and hasn’t been lost in the fog of time, then it stands a chance. But because I write more songs than I record, some of them do get buried under the pile, their little songy arms and legs occasionally sticking out and nudging my memory like a once loved toy.

These days I’ve stopped trying to second guess what songs other people will like, and simply write and record for my own entertainment.

I still carry a flame for all of those songs though, whether they make it onto my own personal hit list or not. I wish they all could.

Nobody wants to break a songs heart, do they?