Been some time since I have written a new song.

The whole creative process is like a mysterious cloud to me.

I usually write new lyrics and music together on the guitar, but for months I have found nothing inspiring enough to complete. It just didn’t ever feel right. It feels as if I am walking through a door or portal or threshold that’s not really for me – at least at that time.

Then without design on my part, at least conscious design, something triggers a thought that seems to hint at a deeper truth – or something that I have been struggling with, probably semi consciously, and suddenly a door opens with a mysterious voice saying “Come on in, look around, explore. You are welcomed in here.” Then the imagination begins to run about like a child in a playground that supports Make Believe.

An example of that was a song I wrote called “Yard Sale” The only real part was the opening line “Chubby little girl by the side of the road…” The rest I just made up from things that were on my mind. Someday I might re-record that song for streaming, but for now it rests nicely on SoundCloud.

The other day, I was waiting in my car to get my oil changed and this young lady that worked there came up to get my preliminary information. She was kind of … weird and that was all it took to begin thinking about some stuff. My imagination woke up.

I began writing, I should say exploring this new room and it led to this early draft, which will be tweaked, massaged, thrown on the ground and stomped on, before actually becoming the lyrics – but that is all part of the mystery and fun of it all.

“The Quickie Oil Change”

Waiting for an oil change

The tatoo’d lady asks my name

Well, out on the streets

They call me Mister Play for Keeps

She replies let’s talk dirty

But shouldn’t we first get flirty?

Got no time to play them games

Here at the Quickie Oil Change

Chorus:

I used to do it by myself, 

pop the hood and wrench ‘em good

Now it all looks so strange

So I’m sitting here waiting to get my oil changed 

My photographs I would touch

Now I don’t do that much

From my fingers to my heart

That phone will never be that smart

They know exactly how I live

What I take and what I give

Who I love and who I hate

And what kind of oil my pickup takes

Chorus 

So where do we go from here?

Two choices, one is love, the other fear. 

We can choose to use our given names

Even here at the Quickie Oil Change 

And here is a link to Yard Sale….

https://on.soundcloud.com/AHIIg2zRHW3NPxOqo3