Something new today! I've decided to sing you all a song.
When I was 16, I taught myself to play guitar primarily to impress girls. I never got very good at it. Playing the guitar. Or impressing girls for that matter. I learned some basic chords and strums. Off and on, I've picked up the guitar...and later the banjo...for fun. I've been off for a couple of years now and when I think taking one of these instruments out of the closet, I realize that I'd have to put on new strings and so I leave them there. But someday.
Anyway, I did write a song. Only one. I wrote it when I was 16. And, of course, it was a song about death. Typical 16-year-old. But it was a bright and funny song about death. It seems weird and a little macabre to sing it now but after I thought about it, it is really more about Carpe Diem, so it still fits philosophically with me. Actually, all the best ideas I ever had, I had before I was 21. Everything since has just been elaborations on the original teenage Eureka moments.
One thing before I embarass myself before you. At 16, I was proud of this song because it included a small break...a little 5 note fingering...da deet deet deet deet. I thought I was cool. Well, since I'm two years rusty and my guitar is currently out of tune and needing strings, you will have to deal with my air guitar rendition.
So, without further ado, please give a warm blogspot welcome to Mark and his famous rendition of his hit song, "If I had a day to live."
Yes, I know I screwed up the last verse and repeated it. I was going to edit it out but, what the hell...it is what it is.