Color of My Eyes Demo Almost Ready...So Excited!

"The Color of My Eyes" demo is in the works and I can't wait to share it with you! The song is a collaboration with a musician from Atlanta Georgia, and his contribution to the project has been outstanding. More details on the artist and the song shortly. What a pleasure to work with such a talented musician and fine human being!

Please remember to check back to the Recording Projects page from time to time to keep up to date on other projects that are in in process.

If you are a musician from any genre and want to collaborate please, take a look at the archives at the bottom of the page for many lyrics eagerly waiting to be set to music; no problem making modifications to most of them to suit the tune. It doesn't matter where you are based, thanks to the wonders of Skype and e-mail we can collaborate regardless of location. I'll can happily write lyrics from scratch to fit your needs, and can develop works for T.V., film and commercials purposes.

Katrina

1983 Buick Skylark Worthy of Contemplation?

During recent correspondence with a Benedictine monk, it was suggested by him that the 1983 Buick Skylark is a vehicle worthy of contemplation. More specifically he wrote; “there now - ponder that puppy for awhile!” My initial instinct to paraphrase his text is an overt attempt to appeal to the uninitiated who may not believe that monks speak as quoted, but who nevertheless may have valuable insight into this vehicle and its properties. Those familiar with the Oblates of St. Benedict, will find the quotation a more authentic representation of their speech.

Lest anyone consider even for a moment that this present discussion indicates a lapse in attention toward or devotion to the beloved Citroen DS, let me state emphatically that it does not. This research is motivated out of academic interest and even more so out of a sense of holy obedience to the monk who suggested it be undertaken. The 1983 Skylark was mentioned in response to my e-mailing the OSB a PDF of a DS manual with the subject line: “My latest Spiritual Reading”. Looking at the lines of the '83 Buick Skylark I can scarcely believe that it could ever be worthy of inclusion in a discussion centered around the spiritual characteristics of the Citroen. As AC/DC's Brian Johnson said, "I have my 1973 DS 23 Pallas....It's still the most beautiful shape in the world".

Having said that, it did occur to me that there may be some mechanical aspect of this vehicle which one could learn to appreciate, and with which I am not currently familiar. Perhaps the Skylark's virtues should not be judged on its box-like appearance any more than the virtues Thomas Aquinas should be appraised on his ox-like one. If the Dumb Ox contained a soul and intellect capable of producing the Summa, perhaps there are features of this car which are indeed worthy of praise. As I delve more deeply into the mysteries of the Citroen, I find within this creation deep and abiding mysteries that speak not only to the excellence of the vehicle, but even more so to the goodness of the One who endowed mankind with the ability to engineer it. I will admit freely that my initial attraction to the car was purely physical, but now it has taken on a mystical quality that can only be appreciated by those who have known a similar attraction toward a particular car. As human objects of affection may at first catch our attention through the senses, and then develop into something deeper once the intellectual and spiritual qualities of our intended are revealed slowly over time, so too my affection for the DS increases daily.

I am wondering if anyone is familiar with the 1983 Skylark and can enlighten me on why the monk feels it is an object worthy of contemplation. I have even considered that there may be no redeeming feature of this vehicle and that the subject was given as a penitential spiritual exercise suited for the season of Advent. Perhaps it is to be considered in the way that from time to time one should consider the flames of hell so as to avoid entering into them. If you know, in theory or in practice, anything about the 1983 Skylark, I would love to hear about your experience with it. Might I add gentlemen, in order to avoid having to redact comments before sharing them with monks, please keep your comments to the features of the car itself, and not to any worldly experiences in which the vehicle may have played a convenient part. Deo optimo maximo!

Introducing a New Canadian Singer, Aaron Ray Performs "Maybe"

Discovered this young talent on Cyber Tour 2014. Worth Checking out and Sharing!

The Color of My Eyes

Inspired by the words of S.Z.,

A former schoolmate of Bruce Springsteen.

After seeing the success he enjoyed, 

I suggested to him that he must have had a head start

from his dad. To which the relentless 

entrepreneur replied, "The only thing

I inherited from my old man was the color of my eyes."

So this is dedicated to every boy from Jersey

Who made it good despite the odds.

Musical influence: Atlantic City, Bruce Springsteen

An upstart kid with a new MBA

Came up to man in the bar (the) other day

He said look at you man

With your money and fame

Wish my life was just the same

Bet you got a lot from your dad

Sure wish I had the luck that you had

Silver spoon, a golden key

Sure didn't come that easy to me

The old man looked up from

From his whiskey neat

Drew a long strong breath

And grit his teeth

The only thing (I) got

From my old man

Was the colour of my eyes

And a good looking tan

Most of my trips down memory lane

Are flashes of hurt, sorrow and pain

If you want my gold, I'd give it to you

If you could endure the pain I've been through

The colour of my eyes

And a good looking tan

That's what I got from my old man

Sorrow and shame, bruises and welts

The whack of his hand

And the whip of his belt

The money and fame

Didn't come in a day

But that's what you think

And that's what you say

(I) Delivered papers at dawn

Washed dishes all night

This money and fame

This fortune and life

It's the purse that I won

From a long hard fight

All you young punks,

You're all the same

Thinking it's easy

And comes without pain

Fortune and fame

Power and might

You want it all

And it's well within sight

It's right up there

Up the long steep climb

On the dusty road where

I earned mine

No one to thank me,

No pat on the back

Now that I've made it

The credit's to dad

All that I got from my old man

Was the color of my eyes

And a coppertone tan

His thousand knockdowns

Gave me courage to stand
Yeah that's what I got
From my old man