Sunday, September 13, 2009
Things I've always really, really wanted to do before I die:
1. Muscle an inside fastball into the gap in right-center for a stand-up triple, driving in the tying and winning runs with two outs in the bottom of the ninth inning in the seventh game of the World Series. For the Yankees.
2. Write a song.
I have never entirely given up on either goal, but I have to admit that with every passing year, each has become more unlikely.
You'd think the song might be within my grasp, but I have discovered there is an enormous difference between writing the sorts of things I write and writing a song, especially the part involving having deep human feelings that rhyme.
The closest I have come to being a songwriter is knowing one. Christine Lavin, the folk singer, is a good friend of mine. Chris has no problem whatsoever having deep human feelings and turning them into songs,...
http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2009/09/04/AR2009090402435.html
1 comment:
I must admit I was astounded that a song would so prominently feature President Franklin Pierce. You can read my take on the Washington Post article and Christine Lavin's song at my blog, Getting Pierced.
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