This song was always a favorite of my son, Daniel. I would often sing it while skiing, hearing my voice echo in the mountains. For his birthday, last May, I delivered this recording. It's one of the few covers I do, but an absolutely wonderful song. Quite different from the original, I did this one 'My Way!'
Many fans asked me to make a 'live' recording, given that 'live' venues are not functioning, as yet. This became my Xmas & New Year gift to all the wonderful people who've supported me since this project began, in Feb., 2021. I thank you for all the warmth, comments, kindness and empathy! I'm so deeply appreciative!
Summer is over. The Autumn arrives and hearts are broken. Who hasn't felt contempt for a loved one who rejects your love? Who hasn't felt self-contempt for the seemingly poor decisions we make about where we place our trust and love. 'How Could You' is all about the searing emotions, sleepless nights, heartbreak, contempt, and finally, acceptance, survival, and moving on....
After a horrible 2 years of disease, death and lockdown, I felt this was the time for something fun. A summer of fun. A fun song. No fear, no masks, no worries. 'Randy' is simply a well arranged, sexist, ode to fun and orchestrated rock! Play loud and enjoy!
All people, at some point in their lives, reflect on moments and images flashing through their minds. The older we get, the deeper the wellspring of experience becomes. We share those experiences with loved ones and friends from time to time, and perhaps, we even write about them. Triggered by chords that my co-writer, Regnar Egekvist, was playing one afternoon, I closed my eyes and allowed images to be conjured up. It's much like seeing a movie for me. Then, I write what I see. I found words to describe the vision before me, 'Like a vision stood before me, a beacon in the night!' Like so many when they are young, 'Sweet Loretta, she threw caution to the winds...' Most men can remember, 'talking with the boys, and breaking all the rules...' And, at some point, we all try to hold onto, 'the place from which we came.' Our memories are part of us. They’re whispering to us, in those 'Minnesota Winds.'