I Was Born For The Stage

I might finally be over my fear of singing and thinking my voice is awful.

Here’s the funny back story of that last song. Michael Stipe, one of a handful of my favorite rock singers, used to love to do a bad Elvis impression. I thought, “What if I tried a Michael Stipe impression of him singing Elvis Style.

My wife and a few others said, no joke, it’s not terrible singing. I really do want to sing I’ve been deathly afraid of it …..

I was born for the stage
I was born to sing
Countless fans adore me
For my uncertain gift

My heart is on fire
I'm alight with desire
To paint the town red
Everyone is my friend

My adoring fans
Call me Saint
Its my singing
And the sounds that I paint

Baby, I’ve Only Got Eye For You

Baby, I've only got eye for you
That should come as no surprise
I'll give you all I've got
Which is one prosthetic eye

I don't have vast riches
Or stunning good looks
But what I lack in stature
I make up with gadzooks

My treasure is your trash
My Assemblages never last
They're for my photography
I'll recycle them to keep you happy

A small note of explanation. I build Assemblages with the main intent of using them for still life photography. I have a basement full of junk “chotskis”. My wife asked me to please not buy any more junk, so I agreed to keep recycling what I have. It’s a fair ask and compromise, and even a fun challenge.

So this is a love song featuring chotskis.