First Song....

I don't waste time. I got some stuff in my head, and I got to get it down on blog.

9mm man

Sitting on my back porch, wasting some time....
My tall grass swaying through the wind

I see an El Camino rusty, though colored white....
Crow's Feet stare at me with brown eyes,

The looks of anger fill my soul with fear,
Sitting on the back porch with a beer,

The El Camino rusty, drives by again,
The tattoos on his arm, say "Mom is Dear"....

So I go inside in my hall closet,
with a key to the gun box...
My 9mm is in waist band,
Loaded for bear, protecting my land....

My Inspiration....

I have a co-worker who plays country music at work. It's on the radio. I listen to those songs, and for some reason, I feel that I have the skill, the desire, and the talent to write country music songs, and that's what I'm going to do.

This is my mission, and my goal to become the greatest non-published country music writer ever.

The inherent problem with this mission is, I'm from New York City, and I grew up listen primarily to Rap, Hip-Hop, R&B, Madonna and the Cure. So from this hodge podge of music ecleticism, country music will spew forth.