You can’t kill a man who’s already dead.

You can’t soak a man who’s already wet.

And when the songwriter’s song has made someone smile…

…you can’t offer them anymore success.

I went swimming in the Mediterranean while it rained, when I was in Spain, with two of my sons. Afterwards a song sprang forth as a celebration of the experience.

My sons laughed with abandon at the unintended innuendo.

And a few days ago I surprised them when I played them this recording. It’s the monthly “Fourth” release for June from yours truly.

The boys were delighted.


And that, ladies and gentlemen, is more than enough.